Immortal Technique Net Worth Novels & Stories

Today, it felt like armor. The joint account she shared with Lucas held **$1.27 million**—hard-earned commissions from her years as a luxury brand strategist, not his tech fortune. In her past life, he’d frozen it the second he suspected she knew about **Luna**, leaving her begging for groceries while he showered his mistress with **Cartier**. This time, she’d beat him to the punch.

"Also, another point that shows I'm superior is that I am an immortal. I think I've been living longer than your ancestor, and I can wield magic that makes you perish right here and now with no trace of evidence." Brad burst out laughing at the proclamation. "Hahaha... Immortal? Magic? Gosh, dude. You really need help from a psychologist. Do you need my recommendation? I have a friend who specializes in that field. Don't worry. I'll pay the medical bill since you're too poor for that."

I shrugged as she scoffed. "If you're really into being an independent woman, why don't you just ask him to start a big business for you? You won't even have to go to work, he will get you a manager and that's it!" She fused as I twitched my lips. "Have you ever checked his Networth on G****e? This young man has 800 billion dollars to his name and that is just an internet record, he definitely has way more than that in real life!" Annette said as my heart jumped, 800 what!? I didn't know he was with such an amount! He doesn't even act it at all!

After adding the $31 million settlement and the share buyback payment, then deducting legal fees and other expenses, a total of $39 million ended up in my account. Natalie told me that if I factored in the future value of my patents, the real number was far higher than that. However, I no longer cared. Money was money. Life was life. What I'd wanted was never just the money. I cut the $10,000 allowance card in half and took a photo of it. Not for revenge, but as a reminder to never let someone else define my worth as $10,000. In the end, Eveningstar Technologies survived.

However, he gritted his teeth for the sake of his pill as he admitted, "My mentor is an immortal who lives in seclusion at the South Sea. I've been his apprentice for over fifty years, but I had nothing to show for it and was exiled. But with this pill, I can go back to see him. As such, I'm apologizing to you beforehand, Mr. Pearce." "An immortal at the South Sea…" Frank naturally heard what Tet said and wondered who the immortal was. Gene and the other guests were all shocked, as Tet was a master of mysticism and an Ascendant rank martial artist. In that case, his mentor would definitely be someone profound, and that left Gene hesitating. That was when Frank turned toward Gene, leaning in

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

“You said you wanted something big. Something worth your instincts, to boost your career and earning.” ‎ ‎“That’s what everyone wants,” I reply. “What’s do you have for me?” ‎ ‎“The catch,” she says, lips curving slightly, “is Damon Vale.” ‎ ‎The name hits like static. Even the background noise of the office seems to dim for a second. Damon Vale. The tech mogul. Billionaire, innovator, ghost. His company—Vale Global Security—has its fingers in everything from encrypted defense systems to AI surveillance contracts. The kind of man you read about in business magazines, not criminal reports.

“But for those who don’t keep up with the London papers, allow me to introduce myself properly. Damian Thorne, CEO of D.T. Tech, the one and only billionaire who shows up to nine-figure board meetings in a hoodie and zero fucks.” Laughter rippled through the crowd and I waited for it to die. I paced the stage slowly, lettin’ the lights catch the edges of my tux. “Tonight ain’t just my baby brother’s birthday. See that house behind me? That’s the new standard tomorrow’s gonna be chasing. The future starts here, and the future don’t come cheap. Investments open at midnight and I promise the interest rate will be a hell of a lot hotter than I am. Don’t sleep on it.”

Larissa looked over and saw that it was the girl in the wheelchair who had spoken. The girl rolled her eyes at Larissa. But perhaps she was too eager to complain, she continued, "What Healing Master? It's nothing more than them creating a commercial IP. "She sets up a Healing Master persona and makes money! That's all!" At this moment, the bidding price had already reached millions. Sitting high above, Grisel took a sip of tea. A smile of contentment appeared on her face.

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.