Leonidas slowly opened his eyes, the sterile white ceiling above him coming into focus. The harsh light of the hospital room stung his eyes, and for a moment, he was disoriented, unsure of where he was or how he had gotten there.
His body ached all over, bruises and cuts made him hard to move. He winced, trying to sit up in the hospital bed. What happened last night? he thought. Memories of the alley, the beating, and that strange system flickered through his mind. “The system…” he whispered. He remembered the gun, the money, the screen that had appeared out of nowhere. But was it real? Maybe that was just his hallucination after craving for help on the verge of death, but if that was just a hallucination, how could he run from Marcus and his friends when his hands still so vividly left the trace around Leonidas' neck? Then it hit him—Alex. His brother! He had to make sure Alex was okay. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, Leonidas ripped the IV needle out of his arm and staggered to his feet. “Sir, you shouldn’t be moving yet!” A nurse was checking on him, rushed over him when she saw Leonidas moving, her voice full of concern. “I’m fine,” Leonidas muttered, his voice shaky. “I need to see my brother. Where is Alex?” The nurse hesitated but eventually relented, pointing him down the hallway. “The kid patient with lung treatment; Room 203. But you really should—” “Did I bring something with me here? Where did you save it?” Leonidas thought about the money after Alex. After he fainted, he didn't care about anything around him, neither about his money. “Some people brought you here and after reporting about the gun to the police, police said that there was nothing within you except the gun.” Leonidas froze. His heart sank as he realized Marcus and the others taking the money. He had nothing left to pay for Alex’s surgery. Panic surged through him. Now how could he met Alex’s doctor for asking help? “No… my money, they stole it. I can’t let this happen.” His voice cracked as desperation clawed at his chest. He was about to cry, and the nurse seemed sorry to hear that. But then, Leonidas looked at the screen before his eyes; the thing he ignored since he was busy thinking about his sorrow. That it was! The system. “Do you see this?” Leonidas asked the nurse, she said with wonder face. “What do you see, sir? Is there’s something before your eyes?” Now Leonidas realized that he was the only one who could see the system operations. No wonder about it, he was the user—the owner of something called Never No Dollar. [Warning! User’s urgency detected!] [Name : Alex] [Status : User’s brother] [Had been hospitalized since last night and had a surgery cost to pay soon] [Do you want to use the balance to pay your brother’s surgery cost?” His hands trembling. As soon as the nurse went out, he pulled out his phone and opened his banking app. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the balance. [$498.000] [Latest transaction: colt python handgun - $2000] He blinked, staring at the number in disbelief. “It’s real… It’s really there.” Leonidas almost couldn't close his mouth for his shock. The relief was overwhelming him, but Alex's matter was hitting him again and he quickly ran to the administration to made the payment. What a shock! He really could use the money to buy the best treatment for his brother. *** Hours later, Leonidas sat in the waiting area, staring blankly at the floor. Close to him was the door of the operating room, a surgery was performing inside to save Alex's life. Leonidas was still in his hospital pajama, treated body and questions inside his head. Something that helped him last night was really a system, literally a system. But what was it? How does it work? A soft chime echoed in his head, and the glowing screen still visible before him. [Welcome, user. Never No Dollar System is here to assist you.] Leonidas leaned forward, rubbing his temples. “What… what are you? How do you work?” The screen flickered for a moment, and a robotic, almost soothing voice answered in his mind. [I am the Never No Dollar System, designed to provide wealth and financial freedom to the user by some task and reward. Through transactions, the user can purchase goods, services, or experiences that will aid in achieving personal goals. The system is funded through an unknown source, which is continuously replenished.] Leonidas frowned. “Unknown source? What does that even mean?” [Details of the source are not disclosed. The system is designed to benefit the user without revealing its origins.] He leaned back, processing the information. “So… I can buy anything? Like what happened last night with the gun?” [Correct. Anything within the user’s balance can be purchased instantly and materialized in the user’s vicinity. Transactions can be made at any time.] Leonidas’ mind whirled with possibilities. “Can others see you? Hear you?” [No. Only the user can interact with the system.] He exhaled slowly, trying to wrap his head around the idea. A system that gave him unlimited money, the ability to buy anything he wanted. It was almost too good to be true. “I could… change my life with this,” he muttered to himself, staring at the screen. The thought was intoxicating, but before he could dwell on it, the door to the waiting area swung open. Derek strolled in with his friends, Marcus and Tobby, right behind him. They were all smiles, but Leonidas could see the malice behind their eyes. “Leo!” Derek called out, his voice dripping with fake friendliness. “Man, I heard about your brother. Tough break. But hey, looks like you managed to scrape together enough cash, huh?” Leonidas stayed seated, watching them approach. His heart pounded, but something was different this time. He didn’t feel afraid. Not anymore. He felt the hatred living in his heart when he saw Marcus, the one who made Alex almost lose his life. Marcus leaned in, his voice low. “I heard that the police will come to interrogate you about last night. I want to know about what you're going to say to them....” Tobby snickered from behind, arms crossed. "Better be wise about what you say, we won’t any trouble." Leonidas’ eyes narrowed as he looked at Marcus, the memory of their attack still fresh. His body ached from the beating, but something had changed within him. The system was his now. He had power. Real power. Derek stepped closer, towering over Leonidas. “We're all friends here, right? Just make sure you don't talk to much since you seems need to get a total rest. Shit, I should've been there last night, maybe I could be a help. Ha ha.” For a moment, Leonidas didn’t say anything. He glanced at the system screen, still hovering in the air, visible only to him. We’ll see who’s powerless now, he thought. “You won’t say anything about me to them, right?” Marcus asked. Then, without flinching, Leonidas looked up at Derek and his friends, his voice calm but filled with quiet defiance. “What if I say no?” The question hung in the air, thick with tension, and Derek’s smug smile faltered, uncertainty flickering in his dark eyes."What?" "What if I say no...? I spent a night here and my money was stolen. I got so much loss and it's ridiculous if I say to the police that nothing happened last night." Marcus’s eyes narrowed at Leonidas' bold response. His fists clenched, but something about Leonidas made him pause. There was a shift, an intensity in Leonidas' gaze that hadn’t been there before, and it sent a chill down Marcus’s spine. It was that same feeling he’d had last night when Leonidas had held the gun. Without a word, Marcus stepping back slightly. His face full of hesitation, making Derek looked at him with wonder. “What are you doing?” Derek hissed, glaring at Marcus. “He’s just bluffing. Are you gonna let this little loser scaring you? You'll be dealing with the police!" "Let's find other way," Derek said, his voice was law. "What the fuck did you just say to me, Marcus? Find another way? Are you scared of him?" "I'm not—" Marcus didn't finish his sentence as he glanced at Leonidas, staring st
Claire sat in the hospital’s administration section, her head resting in her hands. The stack of medical bills in front of her was overwhelming. She had always been able to hold it together, but lately, the weight was becoming unbearable. Her mother’s treatment for blood cancer was draining every bit of money she earned. Modeling used to be her dream, but now it felt like a burden she could barely carry. How did everything fall apart so quickly? She thought, biting her lip. Her father had left them when she was in high school, cheating on her mother and starting a new life with someone else. Since then, it had been just Claire and her mother, trying to survive. The modeling gigs helped for a while, but now, with the mounting medical costs, it wasn’t enough. She had no one to rely on. No friends, no relatives, not even her popular ex-boyfriend knew how hard things were for her. Claire had always been good at hiding her struggles, keeping up the façade of perfection, but now she wasn’
Leonidas pulled up to the campus in his new sports car, the sleek vehicle turning heads as it glided to a stop. The morning sun glinted off the polished exterior."Shit. Is that true? Leo-ser?""That is my fucking dream car! How could he afford that?"They were already in shock only to seeing his new looks and the car he drove, but the real shock came when someone stepped out from his car, hand-in-hand romantically."No way... no way...! Is that Claire?"Claire Adwell was a name that commanded attention on campus. Wherever she went, people noticed. Known as the “Noble Lady” by her peers, Claire had a certain untouchable quality about her—an aura of elegance and grace that made her seem like she belonged to another world entirely. She was stunning, of course, with her flawless skin, piercing green eyes, and raven-black hair that cascaded over her shoulders like silk. But it wasn’t just her looks that made her stand out. It was her demeanor—calm, quiet, and always composed.In a school
Leonidas tapped his fingers on the table, still riding the thrill of his earlier confrontation with Emma. He felt powerful, almost invincible—but that confidence faltered when Blake Symphon stood before him.Blake gave a relaxed smile, the kind that seemed friendly on the surface but carried hidden layers beneath. Leonidas didn't know what it was, maybe because his charisma. He extended a hand toward Leonidas, who hesitated only for a second before shaking it. Blake’s grip was firm, his grey eyes cool and assessing.“Leonidas, right?” Blake said smoothly, his tone pleasant. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you."Leonidas blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you.”Without waiting for an invitation, Blake slid into Claire’s seat across from Leonidas. The gesture was casual but deliberate, as if Blake already owned the space. Leonidas stiffened slightly, unsure how to react. It wasn’t every day that one of the most admired men on campus—someone Leonidas had once envied—
Leonidas and Claire walked through the grand entrance of the luxurious shopping center, its gleaming floors reflecting the glittering chandeliers above. Claire glanced around, visibly out of her comfort zone among the sleek displays and high-end boutiques.“Leo,” Claire whispered as he gently but firmly pulled her further inside, “What are we even doing here? This isn’t exactly my kind of place.”Leonidas gave her a sly grin, not slowing his pace. “Today, we’re upgrading your look.”Claire blinked, confusion evident in her eyes. “Upgrading my look?”Leonidas stopped in front of a boutique window and framed a section of dresses with his fingers, as if already envisioning her in them. He tilted his head toward her, the gleam in his eyes both playful and calculating. “You’ve been holding back ever since your mother’s condition worsened, right?” He motioned toward the elegant gowns on display. “Elegant and luxurious—it suits you better than that plain dress.”Claire let out a soft laugh,
The next day, Leonidas went beyond simply treating Claire to new clothes—he bought her a luxurious apartment right next to his own building.Claire stood in the center of the vast living room, wide-eyed as she took in her new surroundings. The apartment was breathtaking. From the marble floors to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline, every detail radiated elegance. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the sleek modern furniture. The kitchen was equipped with the latest appliances, and the spacious bedroom had a king-sized bed draped in silk linens. It felt like stepping into the pages of a luxury magazine.Her initial amazement quickly gave way to hesitation. She turned to Leonidas, her smile slowly fading into unease. “Leo... You didn’t have to go this far,” she said quietly, awkwardness creeping into her voice.Leonidas, standing casually by the window with his hands in his pockets, raised a brow in confusion. “Why not? I though
“This will take time, but not too long,” Leonidas said with unwavering confidence. “I’m one hundred percent sure we’ll make it.”Claire shifted uneasily, still unsure about his idea to turn them into an influencer couple. The plan seemed bold, maybe even reckless.Leonidas noticed her hesitation and smiled reassuringly. “We’ll be popular. Everyone will know us! But don’t worry—I’ll stay behind the scenes. You’ll be the star, shining brighter than anyone.”Despite his enthusiasm, doubt lingered in Claire’s expression. Leonidas leaned in, determined to persuade her. “Think of it as an investment for your future. Even after we break up, you’ll still be a top-tier influencer. And tell me, who’s your biggest role model?”“Rebecca Sprouse,” Claire answered without hesitation.Leonidas grinned, clearly pleased. “Exactly. I’ll put you on the same catwalk as her.”Claire’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. “What?” she said, her voice tinged with incredulity. “Leonidas, wait! Ho
Leonidas walked alone through the campus corridor, his hands tucked into his pockets. There was no pressing reason to seek Claire, yet he found himself looking for her. It had become a quiet ritual—ensuring that he spoke to her at least once a day, even if the conversations were trivial. As he wandered, a thought struck him: all these excuses were just a mask for the simple truth—he wanted to see Claire.Was Leonidas attracted to her? If anyone were asked, the answer would be obvious. Claire Adwell, the Noble Lady, was the kind of beauty that no one could ignore—graceful, elegant, and seemingly untouchable. But Leonidas held back a smile, restraining himself. He reminded himself of the boundaries between them and the importance of remaining professional, even when his thoughts betrayed him.As his gaze shifted to his surroundings, he noticed how differently people regarded him now. Gone were the days when they looked at him