Rise Of The System Trillionaire の小説・ストーリー

It was a gambler's last shot, a reckless plunge into either riches or ruin. Amelia’s eyes flicked to the man who'd issued the challenge. He wasn't just anybody, he was a back-to-back champion of the life-or-death race, with nerves of steel and a skill set to match. Once a hopeless gambler drowning in debt, he'd clawed his way out through this madness and turned himself into a billionaire, now worth over eight billion. Dominating this kind of race two years in a row wasn't something luck could explain. It meant he'd probably taken part in the advanced version, the one where the car's system was wired to the racer's heartbeat, and if it spiked too high, the

"We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?"

"Elara? Can you hear me?" The voice came from a small speaker in the wall. It was Vivian Vance—my mother. "I can hear you, Investor," I rasped, the violet root in my chest tightening like a noose. "Don't be dramatic, darling," Vivian said, her voice smooth and maternal. "You’re making history. The 'Ascension' is starting. In three hours, the Vance Global Initiative will move the 'Selected'—the top 1% of the True Real—into a new dimension. A world where there is no decay, no debt, and no death. And it’s all powered by your King."

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

“I want to take this opportunity to thank my grandfather for the trust that he has shown me. I was just but an adopted child who regained his real identity recently. I promise that I won’t disappoint him in any way. “ He hesitated and his eyes locked with Alicia’s. Oh…. he loved the look of shock on her face. But he couldn’t care less about her. The most important thing was that he was the boss now and she was in his hands. He had the power to decide whether to make or break her. “To all the business associates present here, thank you for accepting me. I look forward to a good working relationship that will benefit both the parties.” Josh boldly spoke as Alicia glanced at him with wide opene

He had the Trillionaire System—and a team of elite misfits with everything to prove. The world wouldn’t know what hit it.

I Said to him, letting him know my mind as he gave me a go ahead gaze. "I think I can help with the ongoing crisis over your family business". I uttered , giving him the topic of the discussion first as he put his full attention on me. "How, I don't mean to be rude but I Don't think you will be able to or do you have someone to help us?" He asked as I ruffled my hair, finding a way to tell him how I got that 10 Billions in my account. I can't just say that 10 Billions was given to me by my grandfather. I have to look for a lie to make him believe it.

He had enough to deal with, trying to keep on his feet now that life had washed up again, and tried to sweep him away. ‘Do you know how many trillionaires the world has?’ strangers would ask him on the street, or maybe he knew them, but didn’t remember. ‘Not even five and what do they have in common? All of them multiplied their fortune during the crisis. It has to have been planned: a made-up pandemic. And the governments: they've always been borrowing money from the super-rich, they're in on it as well.’