Novel & Cerita System Activation Becoming A Super Rich

“His grandson… Russell Creed… The richest man on the earth.” “Yeah, at least officially,” Adrian thought about Kyra Lynn once because she was the ex-wife of Russell Creed who was now happily married with his childhood friend. Adrian felt like his own story was kind of similar to Russell in that Adrian ended up with his childhood sweetheart as well. “It’s crazy how they came up with a game, and all they did was create the right environment for it, and they became the richest.” “They used the tech-boom to their advantage. Their AI supermachines are also quite advanced. I heard they don’t consume even a quarter as much as what other AI superservers in the world do. The Aeson clan must also be b

Information, in a pack, was a living creature. It moved on the wind, through touch, in shared glances. It was the true currency of power. And in the days following Luna’s arrival and her first clinical success, a new strain of information began to mutate and spread through Silvercrest with a virulence that rivaled the physical pathogen.

I used to think she just did not like kids but still had some maternal instinct. I never thought she would not even care about her own son's life! To get the money for Frank's surgery, I promised her I would make a new game in six months. She promised me a $75,000 bonus for it. However, all I got was a lousy $50 grocery store coupon. Wayne had spent half a year loafing around, doing next to nothing. Still, he walked away with the entire payout, which was worth $750,000, and Jessica was already planning to celebrate with him at the fanciest restaurant in town.

This is the time to change that multimillionaire title to billionaire. “Conservative estimate?” He looked at me directly. “If the amplified variant can be isolated and stabilized, you’re not looking at six hundred million annually. You’re looking at something that would make the entire global pharmaceutical industry restructure around it.” He exhaled a breath. “We’re talking about the closest thing to a genuine regenerative cure that’s ever existed. Not treatment but complete. For cellular diseases, organ failure and other degenerative onditions.” I picked up my coffee and drank it and thought about Morana in Rothschild’s penthouse. Morana in that green dress dancing with a man who’d married

"You think pleasing Shaun will keep the West family rising? I've already activated the anti-system device. In one week, everything the system gave you will disappear. The West family will still go bankrupt." Joan's face went pale.

I raised two fingers, and he said dismissively, “Just two hundred thousand? If you treat me well over the next few days, I’ll give you a bonus once I regain my memories.” My eyes lit up. “How much?” Shaun raised two fingers as well. “Two million a month.” I shut the laptop and smiled brightly. “What do you want? I’ll buy you a drink. Whatever you like!” “Maybe some sparkling water. But tomorrow. I want to take a shower and sleep now.” “Sure. What do you want to eat tomorrow?” “Croissants and coffee.”

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

“Are you going to drink this? Otherwise, I’ll have it. I don’t want to waste coffee that has been brewed by a beautiful woman.” Sally felt slightly embarrassed. ‘A beautiful woman? I’m the one who brewed that coffee, though.’ At the same time, she felt very shocked and never once did she think that the man she had thought was an ordinary finance officer would actually turn out to be such a wealthy man. ‘I know I definitely saw the number correctly just now…The screen of the ATM machine was showing his personal account, not a company’s… ‘He’s got 150 million dollars in his personal account…This should make him a super VIP even at headquarters!’

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.’