I Am The Master Of Unlimited Dollar System の小説・ストーリー

With recommendations spreading among parents and students, the sales of my study notes continued to climb. In the end, I received nearly two million in royalties. That day, as I looked at the balance in my bank account, I stood in front of the mirror and smiled at the boy staring back at me for the first time. ‘Thank you, Levi. ‘Thank you for fighting for your own future.’ Suddenly, my phone began vibrating wildly. At the same time, several text messages from unknown numbers appeared. [Levi, it’s me, Maddie. You said being together requires a grand confession. Doesn’t breaking up deserve a proper farewell too, then?]

Mason nodded. "I know. That's the money I earned myself." "You earned?" Nyla repeated. The couple stared at Mason in disbelief. How could a five-year-old possibly earn that kind of money? Damon frowned and crouched beside him. "Buddy, do you know there's 1 trillion dollars in that account? Do you understand how much that is?" Mason shook his head. "No... but it really is the money I earned." Damon asked, "Then tell Daddy, how did you earn it?"

he said, making me smile "Make sure he wins, the people may think their votes count but at the end of the day, power is truly in tue hands of those who have money and weapons and i happen to have so much of it at my disposal, make sure my one hundred million dollars does not waste" i ordered refwerring to the money i spent on the election I would become the grand puppet master, and they would all be unaware of it

So he locked onto Dominic, the man whom he held by the neck, and activated Gungnir with lightning as its skin. He looked into Dominic’s eyes and said, “My uncle told me about a man. This man was called Master by his subordinates, but he had a true name. He was a man called Dominic. He was a noble of the Northern Empire who attained everything on his own. He was born a peasant, but carved his own path to nobility. By the time he celebrated his 11th birthday, he knew how to read and write and solve complex mathematical questions. By the age of 16, he had studied all the books on finance in the Empire and at the age of 27, he created his own algorithm for financial management. He was a genius b

Fuck. Fuck! I couldn’t even afford a slice of bread, and they expected Seven million? On top of that, there were other debts. Different places. Different people. I was going to die. Because of money. I stumbled into my bedroom and grabbed my phone from the bed, dialing the only person I trusted. “Hello? Leo?” Relief flooded my chest when I heard his voice. “Max,” I croaked, gripping the paper tighter. “They say I owe Seven million now. What am I going to do?”

"Why not? Master gets discounts on building materials because he buys so much for his business. We pay him for the materials, give him a 10% fee for services, product design, plans, etc, and we can split the profits if we do all the work. Once we really get going, we can probably build two items a week between the two of us. It gets easier the more experience we have. If we're not going to be slaves anymore, we'll have plenty of time." "I'm certainly willing. I could use some more money." Since we were done and it was lunch time, we had a salad before going out to the pool. Since we hadn't done any exercises but sex for the last four days, Lisa and I brought our yoga mats out to the pool pat

He must have an idea about Dianna and Klaud’s past relationship to use against him the next time they meet again. By then, Dianne brought a cup of coffee and gave it to him. Her eyes were shining and stared at his face. She said, “My sister had to sold herself in exchange for money. It’s obvious where she spent the money and the man who accepted the offer was Klaud Anderson. He is a billionaire and a doctor who operated me. I don’t know exactly about their agreement, but my sister became his assistant and slave.” “Slave? What kind of slave?” Aaron asked.

Julian de Montfort, the Duke of Westminster, stood framed in the entrance, dressed in a crisp safari suit that looked strikingly out of place amid the squalor and heat. Behind him stood ten heavily armed men, their weapons clearly visible. “Duke,” Mavric said, straightening up and clenching his fists tightly at his sides. “You travelled all this way… just for a piece of silver jewellery.” “Jewellery?” The Duke laughed, his voice smooth yet chillingly dangerous. This is the key to reshaping the entire world order, Mavric. With the Scorpion System, I can wipe out the national debts of any country I choose to favour… and bankrupt those foolish enough to refuse to bow to my will.

strange admiration. As if Bima had just delivered the most epic 'content' ever created. [Warning! 'Master AI Fitness Freak' (Final BOSS) is experiencing 'System Overload'!] [Effect: Master AI is suffering from a 'Nutritional Existential Crisis'! All systems are currently Error 404!] [New Mission: 'Exploit the AI Crisis'] [Objective: Take advantage of the Master AI's system chaos to find an escape route or rare resources.] [Reward: 'Master Chef Buff' (Level 1) & 'Anti-Single Ointment' (Level 2)!]

“Then you’ll either say yes because your bank balance is the biggest indicator that you do, also the things you had to do to cover your electricity bill or you’ll walk away. And you’ll never hear from me again.” I didn’t ask how he knew my name. Or my bank balance. Or maybe even really knew the fact that I’d skipped lunch for two days in a row and sold my iPad just to cover the electric bill. I opened the envelope. And read. One Month. No last names. One million dollars. You will do what I say. When I say it. How I say it. I will provide housing, clothing, protection. You will not ask questions. You will not disobey.