Stephen's confusion grew, but the old man simply laughed harder, turning on his heel and scampering away with surprising agility. Stephen watched him go, a frown creasing his brow. When he looked down, he noticed a flyer on the doormat. It was a job vacancy for a laundry man, the kind of position he had never considered before. He picked up the flyer, the paper rough against his injured hand. Maybe this was it, the opportunity he needed. Stephen let out a long sigh, a sound that carried the weight of his struggles and the flicker of newfound hope. He would apply for the job. Stephen walked back home, the night air cool on his face. He had a job now, and he couldn't wait to tell Marianne. But the house was dark; she wasn't there. He called her, once, twice, but no answer. Finally, she picked up. "Why are you calling so much?" Marianne's voice was sharp, annoyed. "I got a job, at a laundry place," Stephen said, trying to keep the happiness in his voice. She sighed loudly. "Goo

Stephen's phone emitted a soft chime, signaling another notification from the enigmatic app. The screen came alive with text and a floating hologram.```**5G System Activation Complete**Welcome, Stephen.**Host Information:**- Name: Stephen- Surname: King- Status: PecuniaZero- Points: 0.5%**Current Mission:**- Objective: Disgrace In-Laws at Inauguration Event- Deadline: Tomorrow- Reward: Points Increase + Monetary Compensation- Failure Consequence: Termination of Host**Instructions:**1. Attend the inauguration event.2. Execute the plan discreetly.3. Avoid detection.**System Note:**- Maintain composure.- Utilize newfound resources strategically.- Remember, the system is monitoring progress.**Verification:**- Thumbprint: Verified- Facial Recognition: Verified- Account Balance: $500,000,000.05**Next Steps:**- Await further instructions via this system.- Prepare for the mission.- Good luck, Stephen.```The hologram displayed a detailed breakdown of Stephen's cu

Stephen's nod was small, but his eyes were alert. Above him, a screen lit up, counting down quickly. It seemed he was the only one who could see the numbers falling away. Time was running out for him to act. In the middle of the room, a man stepped onto the stage. It was time to open the new hotel. "We need your help," he said to the crowd. "Please, give what you can." All eyes turned to Mr. Harrington. He was famous for giving away big money, and today looked no different. Reporters and cameras crowded around him, waiting. Mr. Harrington stood tall, soaking in the attention. "My friends," he boomed, "I believe in this place." He paused, making sure everyone was listening. "And I will give $10 million to make it shine." The room burst into cheers, clapping filling the air. But the hotel owner had a surprise. "Wait," he said, and the room went quiet. "We have a new friend who just gave $25 million." The crowd whispered, "Who could it be?" Stephen, holding a glass of champagne

The next morning, the sun rose over King's Empire, casting a golden hue across the expansive land. Victor's sleek black SUV rolled through the gates, heading towards the grand white mansion nestled amidst the greenery. Marianne sat beside him, her excitement barely contained. "Isn't it magnificent?" she said, gazing out at the vast acre of land, known for its rich gold mines. "I can't believe this will all be ours." Victor smiled, his grip on the steering wheel firm. "It's been a long time coming, but today, it's finally happening." As they approached the mansion, workers in the fields paused to wave at the passing car. Marianne waved back, her mind already racing with plans for their future. "Victor, I was thinking we could host a huge celebration here. Invite everyone important. Show them what we have." Victor nodded. "Of course. This place deserves to be shown off." The SUV came to a stop in front of the mansion, and a valet hurried over to open the doors. Marianne step

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Stephen as he stretched out on the bed. It had been a while since he'd slept so soundly. Standing up, he made his way to the bathroom, the routine of brushing his teeth and taking a shower bringing a sense of normalcy to his otherwise chaotic life.Dressed in a crisp suit, Stephen checked his reflection one last time before heading downstairs. He slipped into his car and drove towards the empire, the weight of his responsibilities settling on his shoulders.Upon arrival, he was greeted by the expectant faces of his colleagues. "Sorry I'm late," he said, taking his seat at the head of the table. He noticed Victor's cold stare but chose to ignore it, focusing instead on the matters at hand."We're losing miners over pay," one executive reported. "It's affecting production.""How much to bring them back?" Stephen asked, ready to solve the problem with a swift transfer of funds. “And I want all the 6 gold mine sites a