I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours novel Chapter 5

Barry lived in a two-bedroom apartment situated in the district zone.

The district zone contains individuals with D ranks.

People in D ranks were regular folks, earning average salaries and holding common positions.

They're literally average Joes.

But Barry, who was an E Rank, had no hopes of paying the rent nor enrolling his sister in school all by himself.

As Barry headed home, his head was spinning with the additional responsibilities on his hands.

With his benefactor, dead, there was no one to support him anymore. The Raven family would only pay him $200 if he continued to slave for them.

But $200 was barely enough to feed himself, pay the rent or see his younger sister through school.

Standing outside his apartment, Barry took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

The door opened to reveal a cute sixteen-year-old high school girl wearing shorts and a sweater.

“I'm home, Snow,” Barry said, forcing a wide smile on his face. “Here, I bought us dinner.”

He stretched out a bag of groceries he bought from the nearby store.

Snow rushed at him and embraced him tightly. “Big Brother,” she called excitedly. “Welcome home. It's been lonely without you this week.”

Barry stroke her hair. Since Evelyn's death, he hadn't been home for a while.

“I'm sorry I couldn't be here with you,” Barry said. “Let's go inside. Tell me all about school while we make dinner together.”

* * * *

An hour later, Barry tucked Snow in her bed and returned to his room.

He laid up on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had just spent his last $200 in grocery shopping.

After tonight, there would be nothing left to eat.

What's more troubling, they have not paid the landlord in months. Their rent was way overdue.

Barry gritted his teeth as he thought about how the Raven family had abandoned him.

He sat up, his rage boiling over. If he ever gets the chance, he would make each of them regret ever treating him like trash.

Just then, he received an inbox text message on his small phone.

Barry stared at his phone as he opened the text.

It was his Forex trading account details and password.

Barry recalled the accountant mentioning this Forex trading account was fully funded with $10,000.

This was all they left him with after losing the White mansion to Laura in their divorce settlement.

Unfortunately, the Forex market has been awful for the past three years.

There was hardly any money to be made these days from trading.

Barry sighed. “This is better than nothing.”

Snow still had a laptop Evelyn gifted her years ago. Barry retrieved the laptop from the living room and booted it on.

Fortunately, the Wi-Fi was free around this part of town. Barry could log in to his Forex trading account smoothly.

When the site interface appeared, Barry's eyes widened.

$10,000,000.00.

“What the…?” He muttered, rubbing his eyes just to make sure he was seeing clearly. “How I'm I seeing $10 million instead of $10,000?”

The amount was still there, $10 million, staring back at him.

“No way,” Barry's jaws dropped. “It can't be. I don't believe it. This has to be a mistake.”

He refreshed the page over and over again, thinking it was a glitch somewhere, but the amount was right there.

The Forex market wasn't what it used to be before. Many people had given up on it a long time ago.

"I guess I'll give it a try and make my first trading," Barry said. "I still have all the knowledge and strategies I acquired from Matthew. Even if it's a demo account, I'll give it my all."

With renewed determination fueling him, Barry opened a chart and started analyzing it.

A surge of adrenaline rush through his entire body as he executed his first-ever trade like a seasoned trader.

Barry got so caught up in the moment he didn't know when he ended up trading the entire $10 million–every penny.

Since it's a demo account, it wouldn't matter.

* * * *

Barry's apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the laptop and rustling of the curtains as breeze passed through the window.

Barry lay slumped over the small wooden table, his head resting on his folded arms.

For two days, He had deprived himself of sleep after Evelyn's funeral. His exhaustion took its toll, causing him to drift into a deep sleep without him knowing it.

The laptop was still on, with charts and candlesticks flickered across the screen.

Suddenly, at the stroke of midnight, magic happened and hundreds of notifications started popping up on the screen.

Barry's trades took off in a way that defied all logic, with profits soaring on a larger scale.

He was earning billions of dollars per second.

After the first second, he earned $10.42 billion.

After a minute, he made $625 billion.

After an hour, Barry made over $37.5 Trillion.

Barry continued to sleep, unaware his laptop was blowing up with unimaginable wealth.