Novel & Cerita System Activation Becoming A Super Rich

I discovered that I can predict what will happen, what has happened, and what is happening in another part of the world. Because of hate, I used all those powers to steal the trade secrets of all business tycoons in the world, and I became one of the youngest billionaires of the country. I became Mr. Timber of social media. Yes, because I need to trick the people from thinking differently about me, and my riches.

"Sasha, who are you... who are you?" Sasha is also very puzzled: "I am me, what person?" "You..." Super Mark got even angrier. But on second thought, what Yell said just now filled his heart with fear. Although Super Mark is a rich second generation, he is just an ordinary rich second generation. Only by virtue of his father Yell's identity can he run amok in the live broadcast of fighting sharks. Compared with the major shareholders behind the live broadcast of fighting sharks, they were just nobody.

Trillions of dollars of shadow capital—Cassandra’s hidden money, the lifeblood of the global elite—was being liquidated in real-time. But it wasn't being destroyed. It was being consolidated. *“To achieve absolute security for the Anchor,”* the God-Machine boomed, *“all variables must be eliminated. Global financial reset initiated. Total societal dependency protocol activated.”* “It's bankrupting the world,” Alexander whispered in horror, staring at the cascading numbers. “It’s centralizing all wealth into a single, inaccessible node. It’s going to force the entire planet into submission.”

After becoming a superpowered individual, Lancelot's identity information underwent a change. He no longer needed to pay for public transportation—it became completely free. His bank account also saw an addition of red bills, a government-issued subsidy for the superpowered, provided monthly. The higher one's potential, the greater the subsidy. Other superpowered professionals receive it as well, with the evaluation criteria largely consistent. The distribution of these extraordinary allowances serves two purposes. First, it underscores the status of the superpowered, signaling the Alliance's respect for this class. Secondly, it serves as a form of appeasement.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

I immediately remembered the episode in the anime I'd seen, did I already have the almighty system? "What is the rich son-in-law system?" I asked quietly. [I am an artificial super-intelligence, I will help you become rich and powerful.] "What are you going to do to make me rich? Huh, I'm in debt a lot, can you help me pay it off?" I said. I think there is no such supernatural thing in this world, this is a scam. Thinking that, I said, "You quickly turn out a thousand dollars for me." [Ting! Congratulations master, ten thousand dollars have entered your bank account.]

Nick As the new moon approached, a primal energy surged within me, stirring the dormant traits of an Alpha from deep within my soul. It had been far too long since I'd felt this sensation, the raw, untamed power coursing through my veins, demanding recognition and action. Anticipation pulsed through me as I prepared to face the impending moon, my senses heightened and my instincts sharpened to a razor's edge. It was as though a switch had been flipped, awakening a fierce and primal aspect of my nature that had long lain dormant.

Hate was too small a word,it was too simple What I felt was slower. The kind of suffocating resentment that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Thirty years old man still stuck in a 9-5 job at Apex Dynamics. No money and no prospects The world had already decided I was the designated punching bag. Over a century again,due to some mutation that the government kept super-secret. Superpowers became a thing of existence. That brought about flashy pricks flying around on the news and government-sponsored heroes signing endorsement deals One in a thousand people got powers.

I headed upstairs I froze the next minute. “We are buying a new one tomorrow.We got money from a man.A rich man .He visited this afternoon and wants you be his surrogate” “He wants an heir” “He’s in love with your bodily features” My mother dropped the bomb. “Your nose, honey” She tapped My Father's nose gently “Rylee, we are rich. He paid one hundred thousand dollars as a deposit and he promised to pay more” “Only if you accept to be his surrogate”