Novel & Cerita System Activation Becoming A Super Rich

I stated firmly. My heart felt lighter after saying it, for some reason. My smile even widened, and my hands were no longer clenched. “Congratulations, Miss Wisa.” Dr. Rayhan turned around, giving me a soft smile. “The good news is, you’ve successfully become the medicine for Amon—the young master wealthy down to seven generations, the sole heir. Your life will be drowning in wealth and luxury.” But a split second later, his smile vanished.

Mammon needed to enjoy a little he was wasting his eternal time in that office. He instantly got an idea.He called the best strippers club close to the bank.Sometimes Momo slept in his office,yes he was definitely a work addict.The hottest strippers money could buy would invade that lonely office savage and give him the ride of his life.Asmodeus just hoped he wouldn't sit them down and teach them world statistics.Once Asmodeus got him a hot celebrity who was really crushing on Mammon. He ended up teaching her his ideologies and she left without taking his number.She became a billionaire a year later.The classes helped but she didn't want to date her teacher.Imagine being horny and wanting to

Investment accounts activated. Identity verification completed. Private banking access granted. High-risk portfolio recommendations available. Leonard’s eyes narrowed slightly. It was happening faster than expected. He had not even finished outlining his first move, yet the system had already begun offering him tools—doors opening because he now stood on the right side of wealth. But wealth, he was quickly learning, did not arrive alone. It came with attention. And attention came with problems. His phone vibrated. Unknown number. He did not answer immediately.

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

My heart pounded. “There was no experiment.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” His voice lowered. “It was activation.” The word didn’t make sense. Then Carter spoke quietly. “Activation of what?” Roman looked at me. His answer came slowly. “Of you.” The room went silent again. And for the first time since this began… I felt something terrifying settle inside me. Not fear. Not confusion. Recognition. Like something inside me had just woken up. Something that had been waiting for a very long time.

It's a process to chain a woman in responsibilities and labors without any salary—I don't even understand why they are happy when they're going to get married. It's just a reason for people to take advantage of their partner. Stop with this topic. What's bothering me now is how insanely rich Aeros is. It feels like I hooked a gold fish in a net of sardines. The idea that Aeros earns a hundred billion a day, isn't it weird? What job earns that many anyway? I shifted my gaze on the other bodyguard of Aeros, the blue haired one “Hey,” His expression is pale as he responded to my call. He looked like he's going to be thrown to a fire stake when I called his name.

Until my remaining dads stopped supporting my privileged ass because I never let them have me when I had already turned eighteen, so I resorted to swindling men during meet-ups. That was when I met Dylan. I had scammed him into thinking we'd end in bed, but I laced his drink and transferred his money to a stolen account. Then he looked for me and found me barely making a living after I stole all his money, which in turn was stolen from me by my gambling addict father the moment I had withdrawn everything. I didn't know how and why Dylan did, but he fell for me out of the blue, and instead of taking me to the cops, he said he'd support me through college without expecting anything.

Mine was terrible in comparison, and I suddenly felt small, foolish, as the members of the cabinets couldn't hide their excitement this time. It was...anticlimactic. Ferrara leaned forward and gestured to Carlos who swiped over the screen. He had enrolled all the members of the cabinets as automatic shareholders under the biggest bank of the world, which controlled the entire economy. In a minute, my flash was returned to me with a less grand gesture, and I felt small, tiny, stupid. Locking his fingers together, Ferrara started, "I learnt that some of you were displeased about the season and demanding your money back. I can do that right now, and remove your name from..."

He was certainly impressed because she looked all naive and innocent, but she was smart. "I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll come straight to the point. I want a child from you without marriage," he announced, gauging her expressions which gave away nothing. “So, you want to get me pregnant and then give away my child to you?” she asked after two minutes, her gaze not wavering a bit as he leaned forward. "My child," he corrected before continuing. "I want an heir for my company, but I don't believe in marriage, so this arrangement," he explained while she calculated something in her mind.

But the damage was already done. The conversation soon turned to lighter topics, but every time the subject shifted, a comment about Stephanie's modest upbringing would surface. One relative recounted a story of their own family history, drawing a clear line between the wealth and refinement they cherished and the simple, hardworking life that Stephanie had known. "It is not easy to understand that not everyone is born into privilege," the relative said, his voice laced with pity and judgment. "Some people only wish to ride on the coattails of success." His words were meant to be a reminder of the stark differences between them.