Super Card System の小説・ストーリー

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”

It's not possible that I'm not well-groomed, because I look like a mess because of the stress in the Philippines. “There are four cards here in the palace. The highest is the Black card only the queen and her children have it. The red card is for family relatives like me who is your cousin. Blue card for senior palace employees, yellow card for rich businessmen and businesswoman," he promised me. "What do these cards do?" I asked him. “It's a type of extremely exclusive card that is only reserved for the rich or so-called ultrawealthy. That black card is the strongest because no matter what you buy, you can show it at malls, restaurants, and other establishments."

"Your bounty has been doubled. To bring you in for a bounty, they'd have to fight each other." Mira turned around and walked over to his desk, where he handed her the envelope. "Wicked." She smiled as she looked it over. Someone anonymous opened a contract for her head. Behind the contract was a golden card. A golden card gave Mira access to all the information she needed about the contract, including who opened it, who accepted it, and how the payment would be distributed to those who completed it. The presence of a golden card indicates that all information was accessible. The Black Market offered three different types of cards: golden, silver, and bronze. Silver indicated that there was j

The manager smirks that he can't afford this any way so he signaled all of his men's to standby at the entrance of the building and wait for his signal to beat him down. "So this is your most expensive ones? Well then I'll buy it!" Then he immediately get his black type bank debit card on his pocket and give it to the young sales lady. The young lady get the black type bankcard, she's trembling because all of the eyes in the room are pointing on her, so she feel a bit nervously. After she swiped the card, the looks of the manager gets darkened and waiting for the confirmation. If it fails he will immediately execute his plans. Unfortunately the system notified that it needs a passcode. Then

I gripped the thin card tight, and I swiped the white plastic through the narrow slot of the modern card reader. I held my breath in the suffocating silence of the basement, waiting for the automated security system to process the stolen credentials. The machine emitted a soft beep, and the small light flashed green.

Her hands trembled as she glanced down once more at the card she held. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in disbelief. She couldn't believe she was holding that kind of card. Across the entire world, only a few people could even touch one of these. The Centurion Black Card was the ultimate status symbol, and its balance had no limits. Even if you shopped your way around every mall on Earth, you’d never run out of credit. That’s how unlimited it was. And to own one, you had to spend billions a year just to qualify.

the manager said, stone cold. “I don’t understand, Ma’am.” “You don’t understand? All right then. I’ll convince you of your idiocy. The card he was holding is a unique card the bank gives only to customers who have over ten billion bucks in their account.” Ten billion! The teller was utterly stupefied.

The cell door opened, and one of them came closer, kneeling in front of me. “So, you’re the famous Cardinal everyone keeps talking about.” The person said. Their voice was nasally, but it looked like a man's. His face was ghostly white, and his eyes looked like black spots that would suck my life out. Even though his eyes unsettled me, I kept my own fixed on him and glared, refusing to show fear.