Super Rich System: From Loser to Tycoon

Chapter 2: Super Rich System

Evan Smith returned to his cramped rental room, less than ten square meters in size, in a daze.

The day’s events seemed surreal, a nightmare where misfortune had solely targeted him. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes void of hope.

Alyssa Ramos was a chapter best closed; their relationship had been teetering on the edge of a breakup for a while. Good riddance to such a materialistic woman!

Yet, he couldn’t ignore the calls from the 7-Eleven Convenience Store and his landlady. Without a job or money for rent, he faced more than just homelessness; it was also about his living expenses for the next semester.

Evan had intended to work over the summer to ease his family’s financial burden. His parents had already borrowed a significant sum to send him to university, and he couldn’t bear to add to their worries.

Unfortunately, with the dormitories undergoing renovations during the summer, staying on campus wasn't an option, forcing him to rent this tiny room.

A job necessitated a roof over one’s head.

Now, jobless and with the landlady’s ultimatum looming, Evan felt utterly helpless, especially with less than a hundred dollars in his wallet.

“Ding!”

Lost in thought, the chime of a text message on his knockoff phone cut through the silence of the room, jarring him back to reality.

Glancing at the screen, he noticed a deposit alert from the 7-Eleven Convenience Store, his summer job’s wages finally paid: $376.40.

He sighed deeply. In this costly city, $376.40 wouldn’t cover even half a month’s rent.

“No, I can’t just slink back home defeated. I must make money over the summer to support my family!”

With resolve, Evan picked up his phone and called a classmate, Austin Brown: “Austin, do you have some cash to spare? Could you lend me $500? I’ll repay you next month. I’ve just been fired, and I can’t cover the rent. The landlady said she’ll kick me out tomorrow if I don’t pay.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Austin hesitated before continuing, “I’m strapped for cash too. Just celebrated my girlfriend’s birthday yesterday, and I bought her an iPhone 15 Pro Max. Then we had a candlelit dinner, and poof, I’m broke.”

Austin, a wealthy entrepreneur's son and a typical rich kid, always had thousands for pocket money each month. Surely he could spare a mere $500?

Evan scoffed to himself. Clearly, Austin simply didn’t want to lend the money.

After a few more calls met with similar cold responses, Evan’s hope dwindled. In his hour of need, not one of his so-called friends would lend a helping hand.

“Ding!”

As he was about to give up on borrowing money, another text notification sounded.

“What now? Is the banking system glitching? Over three hundred dollars and two messages?”

Without looking, he assumed it was another deposit alert from the bank. His circle of friends was small, and during tough times like these, it was unlikely anyone would reach out.

In the world, it's rare for someone to randomly offer financial help to someone in trouble.

“Ding!”

A second later, another chime echoed.

“Really, is the banking system stuck? Three messages for three hundred dollars? One might think I’ve won millions!”

About to mute his phone, another message alert stopped him.

“Ding!”

This time, the persistent notifications caught his full attention.

He looked down at the screen and was dumbstruck.

“July 29th, 14:37, $100 cash transferred to your account ending in 666. Available balance: $476.40.”

“July 29th, 14:37, $100 cash transferred to your account ending in 666. Available balance: $576.40.”

“July 29th, 14:37, $100 cash transferred to your account ending in 666. Available balance: $676.40.”

What was happening?

Why was his account balance continuously rising by $100 increments?

It must be a transfer error.

Yes, definitely a mistake.

Who would send money for no reason?

Yet the sender was peculiarly persistent, transferring $100 at a time. Wasn't that exhausting?

Evan waited quietly for a minute, hoping the odd sender would realize their mistake. He planned to call the bank once the notifications stopped to arrange a return of the funds.

Butafter a minute, the messages kept coming, one second apart.

“Ding!”

“Ding!”

“Ding!”

“…”

In just a minute, Evan’s account swelled by an additional $6000.

“Fuck! At this rate, I’ll be breaking ten grand in no time!” Evan mused, intrigued by the growing figure on his screen, wishing the money were truly his. With that kind of cash, he wouldn't have to worry about rent, tuition, or living expenses ever again.

“Host, greetings! The money is indeed yours!”

Suddenly, an ancient metallic voice resonated within his mind, freezing him in place.

A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat dampened his back.

The metallic voice didn't come from a corner or another person, but from deep within his own mind.

Who's speaking?

Who are you?

Host?

What does that mean?

And the money, it's really mine?

“Yes! The money is yours!”

The ancient voice, devoid of any inflection, replied, “I am the universe's most powerful Super Rich System, adding $100 to the Host’s account every second. Hence, the money is yours.”

Before the metallic echo faded, Evan leaped up in astonishment. He instantly grasped the situation. Had fortune truly smiled upon him? Was this the legendary system often found in novels?