I Am The Master Of Unlimited Dollar System 소설 & 이야기

But it was there. Clear as day. The thoughts settled into her head, settling gently— sinking into her slow and steadily. First she’d been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Out of nowhere. And not just any tumor—one that required a disgusting amount of money to treat. Then Seraphina, her best friend, had suggested something. Something bold and risky. The Mafia submissive auction. Where men didn’t just bid—they bought women for pleasure for a duration of time. And somehow, of all the people in that dark room, Jerald had become her Master. The cold, harsh, and controlling Jerald.

My name was engraved in silver foil: KRYSTAL MCLAREN Tier A Ultra Black Client • Global Vault Network I took it like I was being knighted. Except instead of royalty, I was apparently the owner of ten million dollars in a world where bread probably cost less than air. I was confused. Deeply, fundamentally confused. Yes, I won that ten million dollar lottery. I knew that. But now? The way the manager said things, the way the system behaved—the way he treated ten bucks like I could buy half of Manhattan?

"The work of an Interagent could he head aching most of the time but then I remember that I generated twice the net worth of the richest man in America in just one day. Extreme wealth that cannot be consumed for billions of years to come. What would the world think of us when she finally comes to the knowledge of our existence? Mere men rank themselves as the richest in the world but they're not. They're only our pawns. Pawns of the real deal who control the economy of the world. Remind me of your net worth. Mr McCain " I gulped, "200 billion" She clicked her tongue, "I talk of the underworld system, Man. Not what you show the mere people of the world" I sighed, "960 billion. The last time I

He spoke as though he had plenty of money. “1 billion? Heh. Aren’t you just being obnoxious? Why don’t you go and steal it yourself?” Young Master Wilson stared at him as though he was a madman, a contemptuous smile slowly forming on his lips. “Oh, I know why you need so much money now,” he said. “You’ve been thinking about it till it drove you nuts, didn’t you? Your dearest Grandfather Taylor’s 70th birthday is fast approaching, and you'll be chased out of the Taylors if you can’t fork out the 40 million you promised. Also, you’d have to break up with Selena Taylor, right?”

I take a breath, and approach his desk. “Mr. St. Jacks I presume?” He looks smug, “And you are?” I confidently put my resume down on his desk and point to my name. “Wyatt James Hendricks.” He makes quite a judgmental expression. “It was my grandfather’s name.” I say to him. “That’s cute.” Right of the bat he seems so condescending. I can’t do this.

He patted his chest confidently as he muttered “I will take you there and personally introduce you. The master will take your case if you manage to convince him.” “I have money.” Harry eagerly added, looking like he was holding on to his lifeline “I can pay as much as he asks.” He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin “The master is a bit weird and has a weird temper. Unlike the rest of us, money does not seem to faze him.” “Oh….” Both Matthew and Harry let out a deflated sigh, although their insides were tightening with anxiety, like they had ten thousand butterflies in their stomach; they too knew a weird young master, well maybe not young anymore but had a weird temper and c

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

He pointed at Azkia who had been kneeling on the floor. With a concerned face, Azkia turned her head toward the voice. She was shocked when she saw who was speaking, not because of his handsome face and perfect figure, but because the most influential person in this country, was willing to exchange himself for the highest value currency in the country, and the three suitcases were filled to the brim. Isn't it excessive even though it sounds painful, isn't it a waste of money, that much money just to buy a servant, which can be very easy to get?

said Master Luis who seemed to be surprised by the bid-up of Master Sean. “Are you kidding me, Luis? This is your market, right? You know the rules. So, keep bidding or else I get the deal.” Wait. Were they fighting over Bess…? Could it be— “Sure, let's keep bidding… Ten Trillion.” Shockers… I was freakin’ out. Gosh, my best friend couldn't afford to pay that back. She’d surely wish to rather die than… “Hundred Trillion.” Holy freakin’ wow. Please just buy me instead!

He smiled faintly as if smiling drained too much of his energy. “The rush I got being your master for these few hours,” he shut his eyes, like an addict on a high. “But 100 million. Doesn’t happen daily. Gotta deliver you to your new master now, my wild slave. Behave yourself. Don’t set him on fire. There are no return policies in this business.” I nodded, glaring right into his eyes, “I won’t forget your face or your name.” His eyes tiredly fell into a dark grim look. He gave a slight fake smile, “nor will I.”