The return of mighty-E and the trillionaire system.

The Secret organization

The loud banging on the door jolts Ethan awake, and his bleary eyes land on the clock – already past nine.

He knows he's in for some scolding as he opens the door, and there stands Ariana.

"Hope nothing's wrong; you woke up late," she says, her eyes filled with concern.

"I'm okay, just tired," Ethan replies, and Ariana nods.

She turns to leave but abruptly halts, casting an assessing glance up and down Ethan before turning back, leaving him puzzled.

Realizing he is late, Ethan rushes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"What! Where is Ethan?" Mrs. Desmond's voice echoes through the house, reaching the kitchen. The impending facepalm moment has arrived. He hurriedly approaches her.

"I'm sorry, I woke up late," he mumbles, bowing his head.

Then, Mr. Desmond enters, and his wife envelops him in a hug.

"Where were you all night?" she asks while helping him with his suit.

"Just had an urgent and serious meeting," he replies, moving further into the room.

"Good morning, sir," Ethan greets him, trying to recover from the morning chaos.

As Ethan surveys the room, he asks, "Have you all eaten?" 

"No, he's just cooking," Mr. Desmond replies.

"What! Are you insane? Just because I'm not around!" he yells simultaneously. 

Nick emerges from his room, looking angry as he glances at Ethan. But his anger turns to surprise, and he asks, "Why are you in that?" 

They all stare at Ethan, who suddenly realizes something is off. He examines himself, noticing that the shirt he is wearing is new and glistening, worth millions.

"It...it's one of my old clothes," he stammers, trying to make an excuse.

"This just arrived at the market yesterday night; I was even planning on how to get it. How the hell..." Nick trails off.

Ethan can't believe the system has done this. "I pre-ordered it, exclusively," he confesses.

They are all amazed.

"You were such a spoilt brat. Now, take off that shirt and wash his feet with it," Mr. Desmond orders Ethan, while Nick smirks, taking a seat.

"You heard that, wash my feet with your multi-million-dollar clothes," Nick repeats, enjoying the moment.

"I'm cooking, I'll join you once I'm done," Ethan says as he continues with his meal preparation.

After breakfast, Ethan finds himself busy washing Nick's feet with the expensive clothes.

"I don't know why you have to do this," Ariana protests.

"That's his job," Mrs. Desmond remarks.

Max seethes with anger, despising every time Ariana shows concern for Nick.

They turn on the TV to catch up on the news about Mighty-E and the nationwide giveaway. They are shocked to see that 200 million people have claimed the money.

"How could someone have that much money? And even if he does, why spend it so recklessly?" Mrs. Desmond exclaims.

"For him to do this means he still has a lot. I wonder about the source of his money," Mr. Desmond muses.

"To calculate it, that is, giving each person thirty-three thousand..." Max begins to calculate on his phone. "Wow, that's a trillion!" he exclaims.

Just then, there is a knock on the door, and Ethan rushes to open it. It is his uncle. "Welcome, Uncle," he greets.

Uncle Ben glares at him for a moment. "You, you bastard!" He pushes Ethan aside and storms in.

"Good morning, Ben," Mrs. Desmond greets.

"I want privacy with you," Uncle Ben says to Mr. Desmond. Mr. Desmond motions to his family. They move to another room. Ethan follows.

"Ethan, stop," Mr. Ben says.

"What's wrong, Ben?" Ethan asks.

Mr. Ben calls Ethan closer and plays a video on his phone. It clearly shows Ethan in the strange secret house from the other day when the system gave him the mission to sneak around. Ethan bites his lips.

"You, you bastard!" Mr. Desmond shouts, landing a hot slap on Ethan's cheek.

"I'm sorry, I... I..." Ethan stammers, kneeling down.

"What should we do now? What did the leader say?" Mr. Desmond asks.

"He asked for him. I don't know what will happen to him," Mr. Ben replies.

Ethan wonders what is going on. It seems like they are involved in some kind of organization with a leader.

"Go and dress up," Mr. Desmond prompts.

Ethan enters his room, his mind racing with thoughts. "What are they planning? What kind of organization are they involved in? I hope they don't plan to kill me. I'd rather reveal my true form than follow them." 

As he contemplates, the mission reloads: {25%, 65%, 95%, 100%}. 

"Don't tell me..." Ethan mutters, fearing what he is thinking.

Then, a new mission emerges: {Follow them}." 

"Why must you give me a death mission? I've missed all those missions; it's just that I've spent..." he murmurs.

The system replies with a tempting {reward: 10 trillion}. 

"What a high price for my death," he says.

But then, the {reward depletion announced: 5 trillion}. 

"Why? It's not that I'm refusing it," he protests, but there is no response. He reluctantly dresses in his clothes.

Exiting the car, the chilly air sends shivers down his spine. The building is the tallest in the country after his own company's. He wonders, "What could they possibly be doing here?"

Ethan leads the way as they enter the building. The interior is just as vast as the exterior. He is surprised to see a gathering of prestigious people, about twelve of them, seated in a circular formation. An elderly man, exuding authority, sits at the center. Three bodyguards stand around them.

Murmurs erupt as they spot Ethan. He realizes he has stepped into some kind of cult gathering.

"Is that him?" the old man utters after taking a sip of tea. "Who are you working for?" he asks, fixing his gaze on Ethan.

Ethan remains silent, unsure of how to respond. The old man signals one of the bodyguards, who draws a gun and aims it directly at him.

"You have three seconds," the old man murmurs, raising the tension in the room.