The return of mighty-E and the trillionaire system.

Money buys happiness

"Hey kid, please tell me what makes you happy. Even if money can't, I'll find another way," Ethan says, growing frustrated.

"Home," the boy utters.

"Home will make you happy?" Ethan asks, puzzled.

The boy nods.

"Okay, let's go home," Ethan agrees, following the boy's lead.

After a few minutes of walking, they arrive at a shabby hut.

"Is this your house?" Ethan inquires.

The boy nods.

Just then, a woman rushes out from the house. "John!" she exclaims, embracing him. "Where have you been all this time?"

Ethan surveys the house and realizes that this is likely the source of the boy's unhappiness.

"So, you're not happy living in this kind of house. I'll build you a new home," Ethan declares.

"Who are you?" the boy's mother asks skeptically.

"Um... I'm your child's friend, and I'm trying to make him happy," Ethan claims, gesturing to the bags in his hand.

The mother notices the bags and examines them closely, nearly exclaiming in surprise. "He bought me these," the boy informs his mom.

"You know what? He's still not happy even with all of that," the mother remarks.

"Who are you to make someone happy?" she demands.

"I told you, he's my friend, and I have to make him happy," Ethan insists, looking at the boy's mother, who studies her son with a thoughtful expression.

"You and Dad are the reason I'm not happy," he finally expresses.

She kneels in front of him, patting his head. "We're sorry, everything will be okay," she assures.

"Mmm, why aren't you both making him happy?" Ethan inquires curiously.

"I shouldn't have told you this, but considering you bought him all these things," she begins,

"our lives haven't always been like this. While we weren't extremely rich, we were comfortable.My husband had a steady job as a salaried man, and I had my own grocery store. We were managing well until my husband was unexpectedly laid off without a valid reason", she pauses briefly before cobtinues.

"We began struggling, relying on what I earned from the store. Then, one day, people came and informed us about a district redevelopment, forcing us to evacuate."

"We expected compensation, but it never came. They arrived suddenly and destroyed all my goods, which were our only source of sustenance."

Tears well up in her eyes. She goes on, "Since then, my husband grew increasingly aggressive. We couldn't afford the rent where we lived, so we moved here. My mother had lived here before she passed away. Everything changed, and his aggression escalated, leading to constant fights between us." Tears stream down her face.

"That's why my friend isn't happy," Ethan concludes. She nods in agreement.

"I'm sorry, where is your husband?" he asks.

"He's not at home at the moment..."

Just as she speaks, he appears, walking towards them with a detached air. He observes them but pays them no mind, as if they are of no concern to him.

Ethan initially thinks he is mistaken, but upon closer inspection, he realizes it's him—the man who had intended to kill Desmond.

"It's you," Ethan exclaims.

The man turns around, and upon seeing him, Ethan is taken aback. "Can we talk for a moment?" Ethan requests.

John and his mother enter the house. "What are you looking for here?" he snarls at Ethan.

"You are the worst man I have ever encountered, so you will have yourself locked up and leave your wife and son to fend for themselves, you selfish rascal!" he shouts at him.

"Don't talk about what you don't know. That devil bastard sacked me over nothing and even ordered my wife's shop to be looted," he snaps back.

"That is the reason, Ethan knows that the system has its own reasons for all these missions. It isn't just giving him missions randomly," he replies.

"Okay, but that is a stupid way to get back at someone. What work are you doing in the company?" he demands.

"As the Head of finance manager," he states. "Work in my company," he adds.

He looks at him up and down, growing more frustrated. The saying is true, "Address you the way you dress."

"Who are you?" he asks.

"Good question, I am Mighty-E," he announces.

The man laughs.

 "I am the Mighty-E!" he affirms.

"Mmm, you don't look like him," he says.

"Have you seen him?" "No, but I am sure the famous Mighty-E will never be like this."

"I know it will be hard to believe, but... press your account details," he prompts.

The man collects it, looking at him as if he were a comedian. He presses it and returns the phone. Ethan does the deed as his barrage of messages come in.

The man's hands shake as he brings his phone out and checks it. It's an alert, a credit of one million dollars!.

 "One million dollars!" he yells out.

"Lower your voice, don't tell anyone, not even your family," he whispers.

 "Yaaa!" he screams loudly. His wife and son come out to see what happened.

"Davis, what happened?" his wife asks.

"Anne! We are good, we are good," he hugs her tightly. Anne looks in clueless awe. "I can't breathe," Anne says, freeing herself from the hug.

"I am sorry for treating you harshly, so sorry," he pleads and kisses her.

Ethan clears his throat to put them in order. John smiles.

 "Can I have your phone?" Ethan requests from Davis, who doesn't hesitate to give it to him. He inputs his contact.

"Call me when you are settled, and remember to keep the secret," he says. As he's about to leave, John exclaims, "I am happy!"

"Money can't buy happiness?" Is that true? If it is, then let's say money can buy the reason you are unhappy and turn it into happiness, which still points to the fact that money CAN BUY HAPPINESS!.

 {Mission accomplished! Bonus: 1000 billion. BONUS: For putting smiles on the whole family's faces.} He drops his jaw.

With this crazy-rich system, he will keep putting smiles on people's faces. But will he succeed? More missions, more money, and more problems.