The return of mighty-E and the trillionaire system.

Upgrading skill.

Ethan wakes up earlier than usual. He quietly tends to the house and prepares breakfast. He glances at the clock and realizes he has an hour before the others will awaken.

As he plates the food, he can't help but enjoy this clandestine role. 

He observes people's true selves by pretending to be nothing more than a humble servant. 

He hums a tune while setting the table.

Contemplating what it would be like if he reveals his true identity as the mighty-E from the very beginning.

 They might beg for forgiveness, claiming they don't mean any harm, while they are wolves in sheep's clothing.

Just as he is lost in thought, he hears hurried footsteps descending the stairs. 

Startled, he turns to see Mr. Desmond.

"Good morning," Ethan greets with a bow.

"Keep it," Mr. Desmond replies curtly, snatching the remote control and turning on the TV. The screen displays a news headline that reads, "Generous Benefactor anonymous mighty-E Gifts $30,000 to Every Citizen, Inspiring Unity and Hope Nationwide."

Ethan can't help but smirk, knowing that Sandra has worked quickly.

The news reporter announces, "Early this morning, a charity app is launched by the well-known but enigmatic mighty-E. It promises to give $30,000 to anyone who signs up and provides their bank details. While many are initially skeptical, hundreds of thousands have already benefited, as evidenced by numerous testimonials." 

Images of happy recipients flash on the screen.

Meanwhile, the other family members gather downstairs to watch the news.

"Who is this mighty-E, and how did they amass such wealth?" the reporter continues.

"With this ongoing generosity, it's said that he may eventually provide for 80% of the population. We eagerly await more developments. This concludes your daily news—"

Mr. Desmond abruptly turns off the TV and slams the remote on the floor, his expression a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

"I... I can't believe it, this is crazy, how can a man do this?" Nick stammers.

Mrs. Desmond quickly seats her husband, who has almost forgotten he's on his feet. This unexpected turn of events threatens to derail their carefully planned mission. Is it intentional on the part of the mighty-E, or just a random act?

"He's got the biggest and the most popular in the country," Ethan says, but his words are met with stern gazes meant to silence him.

"At least he's helping people with what he has," Ariana mutters.

"But won't this affect the country, Father?" Aiden inquires.

Mr. Desmond nods, not quite in his right mind at the moment.

"Brats like them think money is a waste or not valuable because they have it all until they end up like our cook here," Max remarks, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"Must you always make fun of him? He's doing his best to survive here!" Ariana exclaims, silencing the room until Mrs. Desmond speaks up.

"Do you just yell at us because of this rag?"

"Mom, at least show some appreciation for the help he's given us."

"Help us? Did he really? All he did was squander money, and we had to stop him from doing that. Imagine giving you a ring worth a million dollars," Mr. Desmond intervenes.

"We're doing him a favor by letting him stay here," Aiden says.

"You bunch of sickos," she retorts before storming off to her room.

"Ariana," her mom calls after her, but she doesn't respond.

 Meanwhile, Ethan is thoroughly enjoying the drama, knowing that sooner or later, they will discover who the rag really is.

"Let's eat and not let that brainless rich kid spoil the mood," Mr. Desmond suggests, and they all head to the dining table to prepare for the meal.

However, Mr. Desmond's phone rings, and he answers it.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll be there," he says before hanging up. "I must go," he announces, hastily putting on his shoes.

"You should eat," Mrs. Desmond urges.

"No, there's no time," he replies, getting ready to leave.

"You haven't even had your bath!" she protests. Ethan decides to tag along.

"Go back, I'll drive myself," Mr. Desmond instructs.

"But..." Ethan begins, only to be silenced by Mr. Desmond's intense gaze. Reluctantly, he hands over the car keys. 

Mr. Desmond starts the engine and shifts into gear, leaving Ethan wondering what is really going on.

Just then, Ethan's phone rings, and it's Sandra. "Hello, you did a great job," he says before she can respond.

"There's a problem at hand. This morning, the prosecutors were the first to arrive. They tear the place apart, looking for any kind of evidence," she explains.

He smirks, confident they won't find anything incriminating because he isn't involved in anything illegal. "I knew this would happen," he replies. "So, what are you going to do now?"

"I did nothing illegal... they'll drop the charges eventually," he assures her before asking, "Are people still on board?"

"We now have 2 million. By tonight, it will have escalated," she replies, and they hang up. Ethan returns inside the house.

"Why didn't you go with him?" Mrs. Desmond asks.

"He told me not to follow him," Ethan replies.

"Okay, pack all these and wash it," Mrs. Desmond instructs.

"Okay," he agrees, beginning to gather his things.

"I'll do it," Ariana offers.

"Let me handle it," Ethan insists.

Ariana attempts to take the plates from Ethan, but they end up falling, and some of them shatter on the floor. Mrs. Desmond is furious and angrily slaps Ethan, the resounding slap echoing in the room.

"Mom, why?" Ariana yells.

"You let him do it, see what you have done," Mrs. Desmond scolds her. "It is just a plate," Ariana mutters.

"Now, pack all that and make sure you clean up all this, you stupid soul, trash, and rags," she spats out, storming her way upstairs. Ethan bends down to pick up the broken pieces.

"Are you enjoying this?" Ariana asks.

"I have to survive," Ethan replies.

"I gave you the ring; you could have changed your life with it," she says.

"You're the one who made my life change like this in the first place. Why are you showing pity now?" Ethan questions.

"All my plan was to exhaust your money, yes. Max and I planned it, and I never expected you to end up like this," she admits.

"Do you... ever even love me?" Ethan whispers.

"I never did, and I don't. I just simply pity you, and I hate that you've ended up like this, and I'm partly to blame," she confesses. 

He nods in understanding as he heads out to dispose of the broken pieces.

"Ariana, you better stop all this," Max warns, but she hisses and knocks him aside.

After dinner is served, and everyone retreats to their rooms, Ethan knows something fishy is going on, something dark. 

He washes and packs the dishes, ensuring everyone is in their rooms before heading to his own. As he closes the door behind him, the cryptic system beeps, "{Mission accomplished, reward: 1000 trillion}."

"Wow, did that really help the necessary people? That turns out to be easier than I thought," he muses.

Then, another message appears: "{Additional reward: Skill has been given}."

"What? Skill?" he questions, recalling the note number. "What's that?" he curiously asks.

"{Upgrading skill, 200 points}," the system replies.

He makes a puzzled sound.

"{You will be able to upgrade anything you want without having to buy another one, and each upgrading will make the points deducted}."

"Please, explain further," he inquires.

"The deduction of your points depends on how big the upgrading is, and points can be added after a mission, with evaluation," the system clarifies.

Ethan contemplates this information and then looks at his rough and ragged clothes.

"I'd like to upgrade my shirt," he says.

"{Upgrading in process, please wait a while}," the system responds.

Exhausted, Ethan falls onto the tiny bed and drifts off to sleep, eager to see what changes the upgrade will bring.