Ade Bacon
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The Super Bodyguard And His Campus Belle
Modern In all of the Iroc Continent, I was the strongest mercenary.
But suddenly my grandfather assigned me to be a campus belle's bodyguard. Her name was Christine.
Initially, she didn't want me around and even tried to drive me away, but her father stopped her.
On my first day as her bodyguard, she went to the bank and gave me a million dollars to drive me away, but I refused. I didn't come to her for money!
Unexpectedly, several vicious robbers broke into the bank. She cried for help and told me to call the police, but I was skilled enough to have them on their knees all on my own.
Christine was dumbfounded, but she was still unimpressed. "So what if you're good at fighting? Just leave me alone!"
I replied, "Don't you understand? You're going to die without me!"
The next day, I found a bomb in her car and a gunman who hid around the corner. Again, I saved her from the attack.
The distrust in her eyes was wiped out.
"Alas, I might as well give up on this job for how dangerous it turned out to be!"
But this time, Christine begged me, "Please, don't leave me!" You might like
Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife
Breenda I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers.
Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed. Rag To Riches: My Crazy Awesome Life
Brad Leti On the third anniversary with my girlfriend, with an expensive ring and a LV bag, I planned to propose to her.
But shockingly, I caught her cheating on me.
Albeit heartbroken, I chose to break up with her.
But right after that, I got bound in a mysterious system.
As long as I finished the task given by the system, I could immediately get rewarded with a Maybach 62S worth tens of millions of dollars.
From then on, I had been leading a perfectly luxurious life.
I humiliated my materialistic ex-girlfriend and the system rewarded me with a billion dollars. It continued on and on. Afterward, after finishing more tasks of successfully humiliating someone, I was rewarded with an opportunity to change my appearance into the highest level and an entertainment enterprise worth ten billion dollars.
When I became the chairman of a company, the director's daughter was shocked to see me. "Dad, what is he doing here? Tell the security to throw him out!" she ordered.
Wiping his sweat, the director answered in a shaky voice, "I can't do that. He's the new owner of our company. He's actually the one that has the right to fire me!"
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