The Quintillion Superstar System Novels & Stories

“Later, I will transfer one trillion to the company account. Do whatever you need to do. We’re not aiming to profit for the time being. I want to build a true business enterprise.” “O-one trillion?!” Both Scarlett and Quincy were stunned. James smirked, and turned to Quincy smugly. “If you fail to utilize this one trillion effectively, you should prepare for your early retirement.” Quincy nodded affirmatively. “Yes, yes. Understood!” Scarlett said respectfully, “James, I won’t bother you any further. I’ll go back to my work.” James waved his hand dismissively, “Go, then.” Only after Scarlett had left, Quincy responded sharply to James, “Y-You were the hidden boss behind Transgenerational Gro

He leaned against the polished, white-marble island, swiping his hand through the air to interact with the holographic display projected from the countertop. Glowing digital numbers hovered in the warm morning air. Sixteen million credits. It was a sum of money that broke the boundaries of basic comprehension for someone born in the Rust Belt. It wasn't just survival money. It was absolute, undeniable freedom. It was the kind of wealth that allowed a man to buy an entire residential block, hire a private security firm, and never look over his shoulder again. Ren closed out the banking application and opened the Aegis Online global leaderboards. [RANK 1: SQUAD ZERO - WRAITH, TANK, JINX.]

We were done defending. For three hours, Yuri walked us through every room of the palazzo’s internal layout. We memorized the corridors, the guard rotations, the location of the central power generators, and the location of the High Table’s primary server architecture, the "Oracle System," a black-market neural network that calculated market panics, political assassinations, and financial collapses using grandmaster game theory.

To be able to subdue the bodyguards and the large black dog downstairs and then bring up so many hell banknotes and have them placed in his house without alerting him or his mistress. Was that not something ordinary people would not be able to do? The only ones who could presumably do such a thing within Stellar City are the Quintus family’s Twelve Zodiacs fighters. “You… What the hell do you want?” Tyr Summers got to his feet, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he strode toward a stack of hell notes and pressed his hand lightly against it. “Haven’t I made myself clear? Six billion for sixty percent of Star Entertainment’s shares.” “But… But you…That’s…”

[Host: David Lidell [Balance: 10000000000000000 dollars [Body: 15 (Weak) [Mind: 28 (Normal) [Skills: Can be added freely, needs to use up lavish points [Lavish points: 0] Before David could understand what was going on, he heard the sound in his head again. [Welcome, host David Lidell, to the super lavish system. This system is a one-to-one single binding system and cannot be transferred. Once the host dies, the system will disappear. [The host’s balance is already bound to all the banks around the world and the host can use their fingerprints, face, or pupils to pay.

Julius sighed and pinched the space between his eyebrows, "let him be. He will learn a lesson when she rejects him even though he's a billionaire now." "But Sir… what if she finally accepts him. No woman would refuse money" "Not her… Julian may not know but I had her investigated. She's not like other women. Otherwise, she would have been all over the place, seducing producers for fame. She's a gem… my son is just unlucky she's not into him." Julius shook his head and dismissed the man. Then he continued looking at the files on his desk as he said to himself. "Only until he tries all he can… will he give up."

The walls of the room turned into giant, glowing screens, all showing Julian’s face. "You think you can just 'Restore' your way out of this?" Julian’s voice boomed from the walls. "I am the **System**! I am the **Subscription**! As long as one person on the Moon is watching, I cannot be deleted!" --- ### The Audience Revolt Rowan looked at me. "He’s right, Kaima. We can't delete him from the inside. We have to change the **Audience**." "How?" I gasped, my hands finally free.

I needed real results. When it was Matthew’s turn, the branch manager from City of Men, the atmosphere of the meeting suddenly changed. Matthew was a cunning type of man, someone I had been keeping an eye on for a long time due to his shady reputation. I knew he was good with numbers, but more than that, I knew that he often acted rashly, especially when it came to Emma. Matthew stood up with his usual fake smile. His ingratiation was too obvious. “President Logan, we at City of Men have managed to increase our profitability by 12% in the last quarter. We are working hard to ensure that the company remains a major player in the sector. Although we have faced some obstacles, we remain focused

I said while hiding my blushing face. "Let's have a deal then. Make him fall in love with you and you can get your billions as my heiress or fail this mission and I'll have you arranged for a wedding you'll surely regret it. This is for your own good, Aviana. And you knew me better, child. After you made him fall in love with you, it is up to you if you will keep him or not. Just give this a try. 60 days, if you fail this mission, you know what I'm going to do with you and I'm keeping my words until my grave", he proposed with an authoritative look.

"You won't believe it. My dad gave me a million, but my dumb fiance spent everything on betting." She gasped. "Oh my gosh!" "Yes. And now, he keeps blaming me for our predicament." "Wow." She tugged the empty plates to her chest, shook her head at Seth. "I'm so disappointed in you, my boy. I thought you were responsible. I can't believe you squandered that great amount of money on betting." Seth looked down. "I'm so sorry. But well, I'm responsible now. She's pregnant, and the doctor confirmed that she's got six babies in her womb. I don't know how we'll take care of them."