Rise of the Unwanted Son-In-law

CHAPTER 3 : THE GODLY FORTUNE SYSTEM.

[VERSAILLES RESTAURANT. MIAMI FLORIDA. NOON]

The woman with a melon-seeded face, black hair and an appearance of 85 points, casually glanced at Damien who was seated on the opposite side, drinking coffee, a look of disdain appeared on her face.

For a while, the woman used a somewhat arrogant tone and said;

“So this is all you can afford now? It is a pity that you have been reduced to such a state. If you are hungry, I can order better food for you, I earn an annual salary of two hundred thousand dollars ($50,000).”

Although Damien was a bit handsome, Helen could not help but have a look of disdain on her face. This man had once tried to woo her, luckily she didn't fall for his words of a bright future, hence she will be here having coffee and soda biscuits for breakfast. Helen clicked her tongue in arrogance picked up the glass of juice in front of her and drank it casually.

Damien had to admit that although Helen was indeed beautiful, her lofty tone and disdainful expression were now all Damien could see. Why should others always look down on him?

The two sat opposite each other with nothing to say, and the atmosphere became a little dull for a while. At this time Damien's phone vibrated rapidly. He took it out of his pocket, this got him a snort from the lady opposite him.

Looking at his phone, he saw a strange message.

[Ding! The system is fully activated. Awarded welcome gifts, do you wish to receive them?]

Damien could not help but frown as this was somewhat unusual. What welcome gift? He never applied for anything online.

'Hah! These mobile phone ads are something.'

On a normal day, Damien would have already turned off the ad. But at this time, Damien who was already bored and a bit curious decided to go along and pressed the 'OK' icon.

He wanted to see what content would appear next that he could use to pass the time as he did not intend to go back to the Davidson mansion just yet.

Ding!

The next moment the phone's screen flashed red, and they returned to normalcy a few seconds later.

«Ding! Congratulations, you just received twenty thousand dollars.»

«Ding! Congratulations, you just received ten thousand dollars.»

«Ding! Congratulations, you just received ten thousand dollars.»

Damien could not help but wonder; is this a program that keeps giving out fake awards?

Thinking of this, Damien wanted to switch off his phone and then simply head home. However at this time, a new message popped up, and he received two text messages from his bank.

"Wells Fargo Bank: Credit alert; twenty thousand dollars"

"Wells Fargo Bank: Credit alert; ten thousand dollars"

"Wells Fargo Bank: Credit alert; ten thousand dollars"

Damien was startled. These three amounts turned out to be the exact amount this ad sent me.

'This... Isn't this just an advertisement!? How come it seems so real!?'

His previous downcast expression vanished like magic, and a wide smile played on his lips.

«Host has only received three welcome gifts out of ten. Does Host wish to receive the remaining seven?» this message popped up on the screen of his phone. With excitement gleaming in his eyes, Damien pressed 'Yes'.

«Ding! Congratulations, you just received thirty thousand dollars.»

«Ding! Congratulations, your Wells Fargo Bank account has been upgraded to Diamond tier.»

«Ding! Congratulations, you just received fifty thousand dollars.»

«Ding! Congratulations, you just obtained professional car driving skills. Embedding skill into Host's consciousness.»

«Ding! Congratulations, you have just received twenty thousand dollars.»

Damien's expression went from joy to complicated, then to bewilderment, and finally fear. 'Damn! Where the heck did this cheat code come from!? What's happening to me!? Did I rob the U.S. bank or something in my previous life!? What foolishness, there was no United States of America a few hundred years ago.'

At the same time, the bank kept sending SMS messages.

Helen Patel, who was sitting across from him frowned slightly when she saw that Damien hadn't spoken in a while, but had been staring at his phone with a wide smile on his face.

Helen couldn't help but crane her neck and glanced at Damien's phone screen.

«Ding! Congratulations, you just received five dollars.»

'Tsk!'

Helen's heart burst with anger while her expression was that of utmost contempt.

'Hmph! Imbecile! I am a beautiful young lady with a high education and a high income. He is now so poor that he will foolishly grin at a measly five-dollar gift card.' Helen thought to herself, then turned to the still-smiling Damien, she couldn't help but be disgusted by him. Helen stood up and said coldly;

“I can't help but admit that I made a good decision by rejecting your advances then, I have seen just how wretchedly poor you are, and I truly pity Ms Amelia for her choice of husband. I have better things to do than to entertain you. Goodbye.” Helen then stood up and left.

«Ding! Congratulations on getting a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ»

Damien was taken aback by this message. Damn! A Lamborghini Aventador!? How was he going to claim this price?

«Greetings Host. I am Ophelus, the system of fortune. The host has received all welcome gifts. There is still twenty-three hours fifty-nine minutes to the next Award.»

«Ding! For every ten thousand dollars Host spends, an undisclosed award is received.»

«Ding! The system is dormant now.» and the phone went off. Damien slowly processed all that had just happened while he put his phone back into his pocket. At this time he found a car key in his pocket. 'Lamborghini car key'

WTF!

'I can understand the money being transferred into a bank account, but how the hell did the car key get into my pocket?'

At this time many people stood outside the restaurant, they were all staring at the super sports car parked in front of the restaurant with excitement gleaming in their eyes.

“Oh my God that's a Lamborghini!”

“Furthermore it is a Lamborghini big bull, it's worth at least ten million dollars!”

“Anyone know who the owner is? I wish to get adopted by him!”

Soon an internet celebrity girl in hot revealing clothes boldly walks up to the Lamborghini and begins to take selfies.

Helen looks at the super sports car with envy on her face.

'I will do my best to charm the rich boss who owns this. I will marry him as soon as proposes.'

Just then Damien walked out of the restaurant. When Helen saw him, her face immediately reverted to that of contempt.

'Who knows where this leech is going now? Probably back to his rich wife to leech on her.' she then turned to Damien.

“Damien, I apologize, I would have loved to drive you home, but I'm afraid you will dirty my car. You see, I own a BMW.” while talking, Helen raised the BMW car key in her hand.

'Hmph! I own a BMW car, but he can't even afford cab fare.'

“Don't trouble yourself,” Damien said with a smile. He then took out the Lamborghini car key and pressed it lightly. The car lights came on and the horn honked.

Damien strode to the front of the car, opened the door of the car and sat down. Although Damien had never driven a car before, somehow he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. It felt as if he had been driving for years.

Damien placed the key at the ignition interlock, turned it and the car started. With a kick of the accelerator, the Lamborghini shot out like a cannonball.

Damien left without sparing a glance at Helen. Meanwhile, Helen could not believe what she had just seen. How.. when.. isn't he supposed to be poor!? She was completely taken aback as she saw Damien leave in the sports car. Is he now super rich!?