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 spending was unheard of.
Predictably, Evan's bold statement stirred a commotion among the naysayers.
"Ha! Ninety-nine Super Rockets? You're joking! Even Mr. Warren only gifted ninety-nine this year. Do you think you can match him, a man worth tens of millions?"
"Big talk, little action. Get on with the gifting already. Anyone can boast."
"This guy's just bluffing to grab attention. Nothing to see here, folks. Let's disperse."
Evan watched the derisive comments with a cold smile playing on his lips.
Without a word, his finger tapped the screen, and the first Super Rocket was sent.
To silence these critics, he knew actions spoke louder than words.
As the Super Rocket shot across Ava's stream, YouClub's servers sent out a dazzling banner: "Wealthy Smith has gifted Ava a Super Rocket!"
"Keep it going, we're counting!"
"Where's the rest? You said ninety-nine, that's just one!"
"$2,000 is nothing! I could send one Super Rocket myself!"
Ava, immersed in her performance, adorned in chic shorts and a white tank top, remained oblivious to the growing spectacle. Lost in her music, her expression was tinged with worry.
The source of her concern was the very song she strummed and sang—a song of her own creation. She had hoped to sell it to a record label, to visit the impoverished children in the mountains with the proceeds. However, no company would buy it, fearing the wrath of the influential figure she had crossed.
With her song unsold, there was no money, and the children would miss out on sponsorship.
While Ava was lost in her thoughts, Evan, unaware of her plight, was ready to turn the tide. "Hey, beauty, let me lend a hand today. Let's take your stream to new heights!"
With that, he glanced at the mocking barrage and decisively tapped ten more times, sending out a volley of Super Rockets.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Ten Super Rockets in quick succession claimed the entire screen, relegating the trolls' comments to a forgotten corner.
Ten consecutive YouClub top banners slapped across the trolls' faces like a gauntlet thrown down in challenge.
"Damn, that's ten already! He's not seriously going for ninety-nine, is he?"
"Twenty thousand dollars in just ten clicks—could this guy be her die-hard fan?"
"Why all the fuss? It's just ten, a mere twenty thousand!"
Evan's eleven Super Rockets not only triggered a barrage of official YouClub banners but also drew a flood of spectators to Ava's stream. In mere moments, her audience soared from a few hundred to twenty thousand—all there to witness "Wealthy Smith," the magnate, in his extravagant display.
"Who is this Wealthy Smith, unleashing eleven Super Rockets in a row? Talk about rich and capricious!"
"Brother, swing by my room next, will ya? Gift me one too."
Within the swell of twenty thousand, sharp eyes quickly recognized Ava.
"Doesn't this streamer look familiar? Like a child star, maybe?"
"Ava? It really is Ava! Wasn't she in the movies? What's she doing live streaming?"
"Wow, it's the Ava who got shelved!"
As Evan's Super Rockets electrified Ava's stream, a lavish, flirtatious party was unfolding in a private room on the second floor of Manhattan KTV. Four corpulent men and eight stunning, sensual girls filled the space; the men drinking lavishly while the girls danced wildly under the neon lights, their fair skin glistening seductively.
"Mr. Warren, this one's for you," slurred a bald man, raising his glass to the evening's protagonist.
Peter Warren, a locally notorious scion of Lumina City, was the son of real estate magnate Raymond Warren and related to a high-ranking government official. Flaunting his family's wealth and influence, he was known for his brazen behavior.
"Cheers!" Peter Warren, with a girl wrapped around his waist, tossed back his drink in one gulp.
His phone buzzed amidst the revelry. After a glance at the caller ID, he pushed the girl aside and hushed the crowd with a shushing gesture: "Hey, Samantha, aren't you streaming? What's up calling me?"
Samantha, a voluptuous streamer he had met just two days prior, had legs for days and curves in all the right places. To get acquainted, Peter had showered her with gifts in her stream.
"Mr. Warren, someone’s splurging on Super Rockets on the platform, says they'll gift ninety-nine! I want some too, and I can unlock new positions for you!"
"Deal. Make me happy, and you'll get anything you want," Peter replied, his eyes alight with lust, spurred on by Samantha's provocative offer. He licked his lips, "Let them witness the might of Fortune Baron. I'm the top gifter on YouClub, after all!"
Seeing the impact of his eleven Super Rockets, Evan allowed himself a small smile. He glanced at Ava, still oblivious to the commotion as she continued her performance, and typed coolly: "The warm-up's done. Now for the real show!"
But less than a minute after his message, a jarring note cut through the platform. A YouClub banner broadcast a brash challenge across the skies: "Stop the act. Where you came from, go back. Don't show off here, you're not worthy!"
"Wow, Fortune Baron! The number one tycoon on YouClub!"
"Looks like Fortune Baron's gifting a streamer named Samantha. Is he about to have a wealth showdown with Wealthy Smith?"
"Heh, a wealth battle? Wealthy Smith is no match for Fortune Baron. He's not even fit to carry the man's shoes!"
“…”
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,
"Ahh!"Daisy's scream pierced the air, her nails digging into her own flesh, the sharp pain a desperate bid for clarity.But what good did a shred of lucidity do when her body was ablaze with fever, her clothes soaked through with sweat, and her heart felt as though millions of ants were gnawing at her from the inside out? She moaned uncontrollably, a sound that filled her with shame and embarrassment. She tried to restrain herself, but her body wouldn't obey.Evan, hidden in the underbrush, found himself in a quandary. The idea of a heroic rescue was stirring, but in reality, it was fraught with difficulty.That Derek Walker was no pushover, and with several black-suited bodyguards in tow who looked like they knew how to handle themselves, it was no small feat.Not to mention, saving Daisy now would mean he had confronted the sons of two powerful figures—first Anthony Taylor, the mayor's son, and now Derek Walker, the district mayor's son.What if they joined forces in retaliation? W
Evan flared up in anger: "Get it straight, will you? If it weren't for me, you would've been violated by now!"As he finished speaking, he paused abruptly, a realization dawning on him, and he quickly examined his own body."When did the drug's effect wear off!""Whatever, it's over now, and the person is saved. Time to leave, goodbye!" Indifferent to Daisy's plight, he walked straight to the shore.Behind him, no sooner had he taken a step forward than Daisy suddenly began to sink."Damn it!" Evan plunged back into the water in response.Daisy, who had choked on a couple of mouthfuls of water, struggled instinctively and then grasped onto something. At the very moment she did, Evan, who was holding onto Daisy's waist, froze in place."Let go!" he barked in anger.Freed from the water's surface by his command, Daisy, shivering, immediately released her hold.Fortunately, her body was limp from the drug and lacked the strength to cling firmly, or Evan would have been in tears by now."
"Sure thing, Manager Hunt," the sales associates replied in unison."Hey, could you help me take a look at that blazer?" Evan, amused by Scott's charade, pointed at a British-style blazer and said to the sales associates with a smile, "That piece looks quite sharp. It would look handsome on me. Could you bring it down for me to try on?"One of the sales associates, with a sharp face resembling a fox, was about to leave. Hearing Evan's request, she paused and threw a mocking glance over her shoulder at Scott, "Sir, why don't you browse the other section? There’s a sale going on, and it's quite a bargain."However, the other sales associate, with a round face, quickly fetched a clothes pole, eager to assist Evan. A customer's request to try on clothes was commonplace. Even though the newly appointed Manager Hunt had just signaled not to attend to this particular customer, they were still a patron, and the employee handbook clearly stated that no customer should be neglected."What are y
5 minutes later.Seven or eight burly men pushed open the glass door of H&M, asking crudely, "May I ask if everything here needs to be packed up and moved out?""Packed up and moved out?"Vanessa had gone up to greet them, thinking there were customers she could snatch. But upon hearing this, she was utterly confused, "Who are you people? Our store is operating fine here, why does it need to be packed up and moved?""Oh, my mistake, didn't explain clearly."A dark-skinned brawny man walked out from the group of seven or eight people. He scratched his head and bellowed, "Just now a customer came to find us, asking us to move all the clothes here away. He said he's buying everything in this store."Gasp!As soon as he said this, it shocked everyone present!Not just the sales associates, even the customers on site were stunned motionless."Who is it, who's so generous to buy out the entire store?!""The clothes here are worth over $30 million. Who has so much money to buy everything?""
"You dare sneak attack me?" Timothy Daniels spat as he rose from the ground, clutching his face. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Do you realize that slapping an Immortal Emperor is a crime punishable by death? You, an insignificant ant, dare to insult the dignity of this Emperor?""Idiot," Evan muttered, watching Timothy bare his teeth in frustration, the word slipping from his lips with a casual indifference."Fuck! Do you really think I’m just a kitten with no claws?" Timothy roared, his rage finally boiling over. He raised his hands, forming seals in the air and casting several spells in quick succession.Golden light burst from his body, transforming into a vicious, snarling black bear that lunged at Evan with a roar.This was a strike Timothy had infused with every ounce of his power. He was certain Evan would be sent flying, just as he had been moments before.After all, this blow carried the weight of a thousand pounds. Anyone who faced the charge of this monstrous bear was
So why were they all bowing and offering him their utmost respect? The answer was obvious—this was undoubtedly the handiwork of Landon and Matthew.Hmm, I’ll have to remind them not to do this again, Evan thought. It’s nice to receive all this admiration, sure, but I still need to maintain my low profile here in Elysia.Thus, he tried to provide an explanation, hoping his classmates would at least remain uncertain, if not entirely convinced.His words left his classmates dumbfounded, their minds swirling with confusion.After finishing his explanation, Evan casually strolled out, leaving behind a group of stunned classmates still trying to make sense of what had just happened."I don’t believe it. There’s no way Evan’s just an ordinary person. He must be someone much more important.""Do you think if we reported something, the embassy officials would really treat us the same way?""Probably not."Violet Mills and the other girls, watching Evan’s departing figure, felt a pang of disapp
“They’re over there,” someone finally said.“Thank you.” The man moved gracefully toward them, handing each of them a formal letter.“This is a presidential decree signed by President Donald of Aleria. It states that your companies’ trade relations with our country have been terminated. Multiple violations of our foreign trade laws were discovered in the products and technologies your companies exported to Aleria.”After delivering the notices, the man turned toward Evan, bowing deeply. “President Donald asked me to convey his warm regards to you and to wish you good health.”Evan waved dismissively. “Got it. Tell that old man to take care of his own health as well.”“Thank you for your concern. I will pass along your message,” the man said before quietly leaving the room.Clang!The entire room seemed to tremble as the weight of the situation finally hit the classmates. Their minds were reeling, their understanding of the world shattering.Even a fool could now see that Evan was behi
Violet Mills and the other pretty girls were now completely love-struck, their eyes filled with admiration, their faces flushed with desire.Wow, Evan’s handsome, he’s rich, and he’s kind. Does he have a girlfriend? If he does, would he mind having another?Meanwhile, Wayne, Juliette, and the other classmates who had cozied up to Timothy were fuming, their hair practically standing on end with regret. Why did we ever suck up to Timothy Daniels? they thought bitterly. Evan’s the real deal!Had they stuck with Evan, they’d have grabbed at least $1 million by now!As for Timothy Daniels and his group, they sat there in stunned silence, their minds reeling, their faces ashen, completely frozen like statues.$20 million… How are we supposed to compete with that?Even if we could somehow come up with that much cash, we’d be bleeding money, and our companies would have no liquidity left. We’d be bankrupt in no time!This is humiliating. Evan didn’t just slap our faces; he’s dragged us throug
When they opened it, their eyes widened in shock, their jaws dropping as they stared at the numbers on their screens. The gasps that filled the room were stifled, as if the air itself had been sucked out.For five seconds, the room was dead silent.Then, the box erupted with ear-splitting shrieks."Holy crap! Evan just sent $1 million! Oh my God, I just grabbed $100,000!""Fuck, Evan’s the real hidden tycoon here! A $1 million envelope? I got $100,000 too!"Thud.Timothy Daniels and the others’ phones slipped from their hands.They sat there, dumbfounded, as if they’d been struck by lightning.Evan, the poor kid, sent a $1 million red envelope?How did he suddenly become so rich?A million dollars? That’s nearly half a year’s profit for Timothy’s company, and an entire year and a half of revenue for Jeff and Matt’s businesses!"Are you going to keep sending envelopes?" Evan asked, his voice light, as if the $1 million he had just given away was nothing more than pocket change.Well, i
"Send red envelopes?"Timothy Daniels froze for a moment, then burst into loud, disdainful laughter, his whole body shaking as if he had just heard the funniest joke of 2024. His belly jiggled as he pointed at Evan, laughing so hard he could barely speak."Did you all hear that? He says he wants to send us red envelopes! Hahaha! A notorious pauper like Evan wants to give us—millionaires and billionaires—red envelopes? What a joke!"Jeff, Matt, Bobby, and the rest of the so-called "young entrepreneurs" doubled over with laughter, while Patrick clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he sounded like a squealing pig."He said he’s going to send us red envelopes?""Talk about overestimating himself! This is what they call biting off more than you can chew. Poor Evan, this is the very definition of delusion!"The classmates in the room, including Violet Mills and the other pretty girls, furrowed their brows in disapproval, clearly displeased with Timothy and his friends’ words. Yet, at the
Unable to get a rise out of him, Matt fell silent. But Timothy, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint, smiled slyly and said, "Evan, we all know your situation—and we know you have your pride. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to accept help in front of everyone. So how about this? We’ll give you a job at my company.""I know you worked at TikToC before. Well, whatever they paid you, I’ll double it. You’ll never have to worry about money again."His words were dripping with condescension, and the classmates, especially Violet Mills and the other girls, felt a wave of discomfort wash over them. The disdain in Timothy’s offer was all too clear.But Evan didn’t seem to care. Setting down his tea, he glanced indifferently at Timothy and said, "No, really, that won’t be necessary."What?!Timothy and his friends could feel their tempers rising.What the hell is with this guy? Is he completely immune to money?How could anyone not care about money in a world like this?Withou
The applause that followed was thunderous. Yet Violet Mills and the other outliers remained disconnected, still absorbed in their phones.Timothy’s friends—Jeff, Matt, Bobby, and Patrick—stood up amidst the applause, bowing slightly to the crowd, their eyes subtly scanning the female classmates at the table."Mr. Daniels is too kind," one of them said. "We’re just playing small-time, earning a living. We hope to collaborate with Mr. Daniels in the future to make even more money!"These were the same classmates who had mocked Evan over the phone earlier.As they were about to sit down, someone in the crowd suddenly muttered something that cut through the air like an unexpected gust of wind."We’re here for a class reunion, not to suck up to the rich. If you want to worship the wealthy, why not go after the new billionaire that just emerged in Lumina City?""And by the way, for all your wealth, I haven’t seen you do anything nice for the rest of us classmates. Maybe you should take a pa
Evan sauntered down the sidewalk, hands clasped behind his back, his pace seemingly leisurely. To an observer, he appeared to be out for a casual stroll, but in reality, each step he took covered dozens of meters in a flash, as if he were teleporting. The passersby barely had time to register his presence before the sound of air slicing filled their ears."My God, was that a person who just passed by? How was he moving so fast?""It was a person! Faster than a plane! And the weird thing is, he looked so relaxed, like he was taking a walk in the park!""…"And so, without breaking a sweat, Evan arrived at Clark Hotel, his breath as steady as if he had never hurried at all.Upon entering the hotel lobby, he walked over to the front desk. "Excuse me, could you tell me where Timothy’s event is being held?"The receptionist didn’t recognize Evan. After all, it was usually people like Adam who dealt with the public affairs, and even when Evan had hosted meals for actors and directors like C