"Hello, Host. The Super Rich System is divided into four parts. The first part is the Task System, where your funds are unlimited but can only be used to complete tasks and cannot be diverted! There will be rewards upon task completion."
"The second part is the Daily System, which adds $100 to the Host's discretionary funds every second. As the Host's level increases, the Super Rich System will provide more money per second, such as $200 at level two."
"The third part is the Superpower Market, which can only be purchased with Super Rich Coins. The market includes the Invisibility Technique, Iron Man suits, X-ray Vision, and more."
"The fourth part is the Fortune Wheel, which can only be played with Super Rich Coins. Every 50 Super Rich Coins allows one spin."
"The Host is currently at the lowest rank of 'Tycoon Apprentice.' To reach the second rank of 'Tycoon Employee,' you must spend 10 billion dollars."
After the Super Rich System finished its introduction, Evan's mind conjured an interface akin to an iPad, divided into five sections, named "Loser's Personal Information," "Tasks System," "Loser's Funds," "Superpower Market," and "Try Your Luck."
Although these names left Evan speechless, his heart was pounding with excitement: "Hahaha, I, Evan, am on my way to becoming a super-rich tycoon! Hahaha, I'll charm not just one, but ten campus beauties!"
"No! Your first task isn't to charm ten campus beauties," the Super Rich System interjected with the first mission:
"Host, your first task—purchase a watch befitting your status!"
"Mission briefing: As the Host of the Super Rich System, you should have a strong concept of time, as every task has a time constraint. Therefore, please go purchase a watch to your satisfaction within two hours. If the task is successful, there will be no reward; failure will result in system unbinding! Note: Since the System has been integrated with the Host's brain, unbinding will lead to the Host's death."
Baffled, Evan retorted, "Enhance time awareness with a watch? No need! My phone shows the time! Skip this task and give me something better, like buying luxury cars or mansions."
The Super Rich System fell silent.
"Fine! Off to buy a watch it is!" With a flip of his bangs, Evan strode with purpose toward Lumina City's largest department store—Starlight Mall.
Starlight Mall, a bustling hub of activity, sat at the heart of Lumina City, drawing countless shoppers daily.
Evan sauntered to the bus stop, preparing to catch the 007 line in ten minutes, when the voice of the Super Rich System echoed in his head again: "Buses are slow, a waste of time. Remember, Host, you have only two hours! Time is money!"
Are buses really not an option? Is taking the bus a waste of time?
Isn't there a two-hour limit? An hour by bus and an hour to purchase the watch seems ample!
"This system is too demanding!" Evan muttered, wondering if the cost of alternate transportation, necessary to complete the task, could be reimbursed.
Resigned to the system's whims, Evan hailed a taxi.
The taxi zipped through the streets, reaching Starlight Mall in a mere fifteen minutes. Evan ascended to the sixth floor—home to electronics and luxury watches.
Unexpectedly, he had to halt, as he encountered a familiar face—his ex-girlfriend, Alyssa Ramos.
She was delicately made up, strolling past the iPhone counter with Anthony, flaunting a brand new iPhone 15 Pro Max in hand, her face adorned with a smug smile.
"Anthony, I never imagined not only does your family have a strong background, but you're also so capable. You joined the largest company in Lumina City, Prosperous Group, as the Chief Technical Officer, with an annual salary of over a million dollars, and gifted me such a wonderful phone. You're so much better than Evan!"
Anthony, with his buck teeth and gold-rimmed glasses, sneered, "Alyssa, don't compare me with such people. I have a father who's the mayor. With him covering for me, the chairman position at Prosperous Group is mine to take. What's a phone to me? Besides, I'm a bit tired; let's go back to the hotel and watch TV for a while?"
Their voices, loud and filled with pride, seemed to announce their status to the world.
"Damn it, why such bad luck to run into this wretch again," Evan cursed inwardly. But as he silently berated them, Alyssa's gaze suddenly fell on him.
"Oh, isn't that Evan? The famously impoverished also shops at Starlight Mall?" Her smile vanished as she approached Evan with Anthony, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Spotted something you like? Can you afford it? Shall my new boyfriend lend you some money?"
Evan's eyes turned icy, his gaze sharp as a blade: "Step aside!"
For such a woman, even one more word was a waste to Evan.
"What? You're telling me to move?" Alyssa's face darkened with mockery. "What are you? Daring to tell me to step aside? A worthless pauper like you, I must have been blind to have been involved with you. Look at my boyfriend now, Dominic Taylor's son, Anthony Taylor, the Chief Technical Officer of the world-renowned Prosperous Group! He's a hundred times better than you!"
At that moment, Anthony, who had assaulted Evan just that morning, stepped forward. Adjusting his glasses with an air of magnanimity, he addressed Evan, "I forgot to introduce myself this morning. As the CTO of Prosperous Group and with a modest fortune, I'm making over a million dollars a year. Tell you what, pick out anything you like here, and I'll buy it for you as a thank you for looking after Alyssa for a year."
His words were laced with conceit, his chin held high, as if mirroring Alyssa's arrogance.
"Fine by me," Evan replied with a nonchalant smile, "Follow me, I'm here to buy a watch."
Within a few steps, they arrived at a counter—a Richard Mille boutique.
"How much is your most expensive watch?" Evan inquired coolly.
Evan glanced briefly at the display case and inquired of the saleswoman. Unfamiliar with luxury watches and preferring candor over pretense that might end in embarrassment, he asked outright.Startled but maintaining professional composure, the saleswoman quickly pointed to a timepiece in the center of the display, its platinum gleam catching the light."The pièce de résistance here is the Richard Mille RM63-02 wristwatch.""An automatic winding movement, mechanical by hand...""The strap is genuine crocodile leather..."She fluently recited a long list of detailed specifications.Regrettably for her, these were far from Evan's concerns.He raised his hand to halt her spiel, his lips curling into a faint, dismissive smile. "I am only interested in the price."The saleswoman swallowed hard, daring not to utter another word, and declared the price, "Nine million eight hundred thousand dollars!""$9.8 million?!" Alyssa Ramos and the buck-toothed man behind Evan nearly fainted upon hearin
No sooner had Evan uttered "Charge it!" than the sales associate produced the card reader. However, she harbored a flicker of doubt: The young man was undeniably handsome, yet his attire was nothing more than street market fare. Could he truly afford the $9.8 million?Her skepticism was swiftly shattered by Evan's serene smile and a nod that put her at ease, signaling all was well to proceed with the transaction."Is he actually going ahead with it?""Yes, for $9.8 million, no less. He looks like he can cover it. I've heard that young master Taylor isn't exactly reputable. Maybe he's the one slandering this chap!""A tycoon in disguise, who would have thought? Handsome and wealthy, buying a watch that even Taylor can't afford, and for $9.8 million!"Whispers flitted through the crowd, reaching the ears of Alyssa Ramos and Anthony Taylor, furrowing their brows. Could this be a hidden magnate, nonchalantly affording a $9.8 million tag?Remorse tinged Alyssa's heart. Why hadn't she seen
Stepping out of the mall, Alyssa Ramos quickly caught up to me, her voice soft and coquettish. "Evan, let's make up. It was my fault before; please don't be mad. Forgive my little mistake, I know I was wrong."I scoffed and pushed her away with force, shaking my arm as if to rid it of something filthy. "You, get lost. From now on, you're out of my league!"As I walked away from Alyssa, the System's voice echoed in my head: "Congratulations, Host. Mission accomplished. No reward."I was speechless. No reward, and yet it congratulates me?At that moment, my phone rang. It was Bella, my sister. "Bro, are you there? I need your help with something!"Bella Smith, only a year younger than I, was a beauty with legs for days and a heart of gold. A freshman at Elysia Film and Television University, she had been named one of the "Campus Four Beauties" right at the start, attracting countless admirers."What's up? You're not asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend again, are you?" I adored my
His words landed like a boulder in a pond, rippling through the chat."Who's this guy with such a big mouth, claiming to support her stream alone? Don't leave yet, guys. Let's see how he plans to hold up this stream by himself!""Heh, YouTube's full of these blowhards. Big guy, enough talk. Let's see some rockets before you say another word.""If he can actually support Ava's stream all by himself, I'll eat my hat live!"“…”Evan couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of the trolls. Today, he'd show them what true wealth looked like.After linking his bank card, he typed with a sly grin, "Well then, let's start with ninety-nine Super Rockets for a bit of fanfare, shall we?"On YouClub, the Super Rocket was the pièce de résistance of gifts, each valued at $2,000. A single Super Rocket would trigger a platform-wide notification, a banner unfurling across every stream.Ninety-nine Super Rockets—that was an expenditure of $198,000! And just for kicks!Even among the truly wealthy, such
The arrival of Fortune Baron instantly grabbed the attention of countless YouClub viewers, especially his current spree of gifting the new streamer Samantha, which set the gossip-hungry crowd abuzz with speculation.Evan shook his head at the flurry of messages and retorted, "Who's this fool? I'm gifting on my own terms; what's it to you? Let's talk after I send ten more Super Rockets."Without hesitation, his fingers flew across the screen as he continued his generous onslaught."Whoosh!""Whoosh!""..."In just five minutes, he had unleashed eighty-eight Super Rockets, their effects dominating Ava's stream with an unyielding presence."Is he really going for ninety-nine Super Rockets?""Eighty-eight in five minutes, wow, now that's what I call a tycoon."By now, the trolls were struck dumb by Evan's display, his opulence virtually palpable through their screens.These eighty-eight Super Rockets had an unparalleled effect, swelling the crowd from a mere twenty thousand to half a mill
Evan, seeing these messages from various female streamers, could only scoff. He didn't bother to reply—sending even a single period seemed a waste.He continued his onslaught of Super Rockets, unabashedly slapping the faces of the trolls and Fortune Baron himself!"4022!""4023!""..."Ninety minutes had passed, and his gifting marathon hadn't paused for a second.Ava's stream was abuzz like never before, as the entirety of YouClub's audience and even those from other platforms converged there, all eager to catch a glimpse of this super tycoon and the beauty he was showering with riches.And during this spectacle, as Evan continued his cool, methodical gifting, the headquarters of YouClub was anything but composed."Manager Kennedy, please proceed with signing a contract with this broadcaster named Ava immediately!"In a modest twenty-square-meter office, seven YouClub employees—four women and three men—pleaded with the middle-aged man seated regally in the office chair."All of you a
After hanging up with his sister Bella, Evan eagerly opened the "Try Your Luck" module on the system panel. The Super Rich System did reward him with a draw, and who knows? Maybe luck would grant him the jackpot.As he entered the draw module, a huge spinning wheel appeared before him, its blue pointer whirling at breakneck speed. The wheel itself was divided into five colored sections—red, yellow, green, blue, and purple.The red section, marked with "Thank You for Playing," took up more than 60% of the wheel. The yellow section, about 20%, offered a "Random Prize." Green, taking up roughly 10%, allowed a choice of any item from the Superpower Market valued under 300 Super Rich Coins. Blue, at 7%, offered any item under 5000 Super Rich Coins. The smallest slice was purple, a mere 3%, tantalizingly labeled with "Choice of any item from the Superpower Market!"My God! Any item from the Superpower Market?This is insane."Lady Luck, bestow your grace upon me!" Evan rubbed his hands toge
Looks like I won't be able to afford it, but having it displayed there, to gaze upon daily—it's a goal!Evan had been enamored with the Invisibility Technique since childhood. The thought of it—such a divine skill! Sneaking peeks at bathing beauties, eavesdropping on boudoir secrets—it all seemed rather thrilling."Why display it on the homepage when it costs 400 Super Rich Coins? Can you afford it?""Can't I just look?"Perhaps Evan's brazen attitude wore it down, because this time the system didn't retort. It simply placed the Invisibility Technique on the Superpower Market's homepage."Invisibility Technique Potion, 400 Super Rich Coins!"Evan scrutinized the description below: Upon consumption, the Host will permanently gain the ability to become invisible. Given the Host's skepticism about this potion, you are granted a single trial use. The trial version has limited functionality but will amply demonstrate the potion's invisibility effects. Price—1 Super Rich Coin.Evan grinned,