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The Centillionaire Heir

In a world where the rich and powerful makes the final say, Oscar struggles to survive amidst the pressure of always being ridiculed. Shortly after his girlfriend leaves him for a rich guy, he obtains the Super Centillion system and that marks his meteoric rise to the top of the food chain. . . . I retain copyright to the book cover.

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Chapter 019

This was bound to be a huge transaction!

 "Why are you still so stubborn huh?" Goldie sighed helplessly after Oscar initiated the transaction.

 "Hehe. I am taking a gamble. Who knows, I might make gains a triple fold" Oscar replied, grinning happily inwardly as he saw the amount of centi points he amassed.

-[You have recieved +10,000 centi points]

 This night was bound to be a really long one. He couldn't anticipate what he would draw next from the system lottery. Perhaps, he would draw out another cultivation resource apart from Mana fruits and Spirit Candies.

 "Since we are done here, I will be taking my leave. Here is my contact. You can call me anytime" Goldie slipped a business card into Oscar's pocket.

 "Are you indirectly giving me the go-ahed to date you?" Oscar grinned cheekily.

 "Ah. I wonder how the whole of campus will react when they discovered that I shared a meal with the goddess of their wet dreams"

 "Do you think any of them will believe you?" Goldie prepped up her lips.

"Tsk" Oscar's shoulders slumped in depression.

 "I understand that the only reason you wish to show your true colors to the world is to just get back at Laura. But, that bitch doesn't deserve it. Revealing your everything will bring danger to your life" Goldie said in an endearing tone.

 Oscar was perplexed. It was his first time seeing her so seriously.

 "You don't have to comfort me" he laughed.

 "Oscar, be serious for once please"

 "Tch. You speak like you know me, whereas you don't. You don't know how it feels to leave home at the age of fifteen, sleeping on the streets a week straight on an empty stomach. Eating dirt from garbage cans, pick pocketing and the likes. I eventually bagged a scholarship to study from high school, down to KYC. Always enduring contemptuous words while hiding my pains behind the facade of a smiling face. You.."

 Oscar was cut short when Goldie pulled him into a tight hug. Inhaling her bodily fragrance, He grinned in satisfaction.

 Reveal his thunder to the world?

Tsk. He knew better than to do that. All those yappings were just faux statements he used to show a fake vulnerable side.

 Eat from trash? he wasn't so miserable to that extent.

 "You feel better now?" Goldie finally disconnected the hug.

 She was an untainted lass after all. How could she feel comfortable being in such close physical contact with the other gender?

 "Thanks alot. I really needed that" Oscar sniffed.

 "No problem. We're friends, right?"

 "Yeah.. Friends"

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 A black limo pulled over at a majestic looking mansion. If Oscar's mansion were to be compared to this one, it would be like comparing a swan to a pea cock.

 Not only was it three times larger in size, the decor were even more immaculate, screaming of lavish money.

 This was to be expected since this mansion was the infamous Rising Krillin Manor, the number one asset in Three Rings Vila.

 Not only did it occupy the number one spot, it was also rumored that it was purchased by a mysterious tycoon for the whopping price of $1 Billion!

"Welcome home young miss" an old man in butler suit opened the door of the limo respectfully.

 "Hawkins. Is my father in?" Goldie demanded as she exited the limo.

 "I am afraid to disappoint you but the house master told me not to disturb him on his trip"

 "Gosh. I am already sick of hearing those exact words" Goldie huffed as she stormed into the mansion.

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 Drew rode into KYC with heavy bags underneath his eyes. After hours of drawing the lottery, he made some sizable returns.

 200 mana fruits

 180 spirit candies

 Two bottles of Eros Semen

 An Alice Wonderland pill

 3 Knives

 1 napkin

 10 socks

 And the rest were a bunch of *Thanks for playing*

 If Oscar were to rate the most valuable item he drew out of the lottery, it would be the Alice in the Wonderland pill.

-[ITEM INFO]

-Name: Alice in the Wonderland Pill.

-Function: A one-time use item. By ingesting the pill, one can either enlarge or shrink themselves, depending on the scope of their imagination.

 For once, Oscar had to give the system 6 stars.

With this item, he could shrink himself into the size of an ant and steal all the panties in the world!

 Pui! Pui! Save the world!

 Parking his scooter, Oscar was just about to head into the campus building when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

 Turning around, he saw Goldie grinning at him.

 "Hey, what's up?"

 "Mind if I Walk you to class?" Goldie extended her hands.

 "Hey! why does it look like our roles have been reversed?!"

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 Walking side by side as they made their way to class, Oscar and Goldie attracted the gazes of all students they passed.

 One of them was the infamous braggarts and number one loser. The other was the campus number one beauty goddess.

 "Did you set me up intentionally?" Oscar's lips twitched when he sensed the hostile gazes thrown at him, especially for the males.

 Although he had experienced a great boon in strength, he still felt goosebumps.

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 Meanwhile in the Futures market, a shocking news was released. Apparently, a newbie unknown Investor bought a whooping sum of ten million dollars toys from the Space Jet toy brand. Although the price wasn't that shocking to the veteran Investors, it was the time duration that threw them off balance.

 It was common knowledge that when investing in the Futures market, it was all about studying the economy and patiently bidding for time.

 It wasn't uncommon for an Investor to set a one year duration for their re- selling.

 However, this newbie Investor set the duration to only a single day. If it wasn't throwing money away, what was it?

 Many Veteran Investors were secretly gloating at the foolishness of the newbie Investor that initiated such a transaction.

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 At a well arranged office, a bald man read through a series of documents sprawled on the desk.

 Beside him stood a burly man in grey suit and dark shades.

 "Alan.. what do you think?" the bald man asked the burly man.

 "There are two hypothesis. One, it is a cheap trick by Space Jet toy brand to chase clout thereby promoting their product and gaining publicity and a trend. The second is that, it's just a newbie mistake caused by a newbie in this Investment game" the burly man replied brilliantly.

 "Nice. So which do you think is more likely?" the bald man asked.

 "The second" the burly man replied after giving it some thought.

 "We can't let them use this opportunity to soar. Use every means possible to impede Space Jets toys from going mainstream. I trust you can do it"

 "Yes sir!"

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 Riiing!

 The bell for lunch break rang causing many students to heave sighs of relief.

 "So bro, what's going on with you and that chic Goldie?" Oscar was about to head to the cafe for lunch when Cargo pulled him into a corner.

 "Isn't it obvious? we're dating" Oscar shamelessly claimed matter-of-factly.

 "Wow! how did you make her fall for you?" Cargo asked with astonishment.

 "Hey! I just can't tell my secret to anyone for free" Oscar huffed.

 "B-But we're friends! and I am the one who usually rescues you from bullies!"

"And I never asked you to save me since I could deal with them myself" Oscar rolled his eyes.

 "You have a point though" Cargo replied after some thoughts.

 If it was in the past, he would've shrugged those words as Oscar just arrogantly boasting.

 But the strange incidents that just kept happening had him assesing Oscar in a new light.

 The Oscar he knew was a shameless preeq, with a nack for boasting. The Oscar he knew wouldn't dare talk back at Henry, talk less of knowing how to play basketball.

 Summing these theories up, Cargo observed Oscar weirdly. It felt like he was looking at an entirely different person.