Ethan hailed a cab, carefully securing Emily's car seat before handing her over to the daycare staff at Kids Haven. The registration process had taken longer than expected, but he'd managed to negotiate a partial payment plan. Although he wasn't much of a haggler, but he did try to haggle at the fee he was to pay. In the end, he had to concede to their demand and paid the amount required.He kissed Emily on the cheek and the little girl smiled. Ethan then rushed out of the daycare building, he knew he could not appear late for the interview else he may just lose this opportunity to change his life and that of his daughter. As the cab sped toward Overlord Stocks, Ethan's anxiety grew. This interview could change everything. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. The cab stopped in front of the sleek, glass-faced Overlord Stocks building. Ethan paid the fare, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He still could not believe he was finally going to get an

Ethan sat up straight and decided to probe into this so-called companion. "Eminence, huh? Who or what are you?" Ethan asked. "I am an Artificial Intelligence System, you can think of me as your personal assistant. Needless to say, I am not of this world of yours. I have been sent as your aide by the goddess of nature and life, Her Excellency Gaia, thus I am here to help.» the female voice said with no hint of glee in its voice. "And how will you be able to help me?" Ethan questioned the system. In the past he would have been fretting, but now his mind was as calm as the sea. He had already died once, what's the worse that could happen, not like he's afraid of death anyway. «I can grant the Host sets of skills and monetary rewards should host walk in the path of accomplishing his goal.» the system replied.. "Alright. Since you said you're a system and I'm the host, can you show me my stats?" Ethan knew about this sort of things, not like he'd been a recluse all his childhood

Ethan and Manager Stevens walked out of Villa C, the warm sunlight casting a glow on the perfectly manicured lawns. "Thank you, Manager Stevens," Ethan said, shaking hands. "This villa exceeds my expectations." Manager Stevens smiled. "Welcome to Wyrmstone Residence, Mr. Wright. Enjoy your new home." Ethan nodded, his mind already racing with plans. Time to tackle the second segment of the chain mission. "Furnish and decorate your new apartment," Eminence's voice echoed in his mind. Ethan headed to the city's upscale furniture district. Ethan strolled through the upscale furniture district, envisioning his dream home. Villa C's empty rooms would soon fill with warmth and character. As he browsed through a luxurious showroom, a familiar voice pierced the air. "Ethan!. Is that you?." Ethan's heart sank. Sarah, his ex-wife, stood before him, her piercing green eyes flashing with malice. "What brings you here?" Ethan asked, feigning calmness. He still couldn't believe she had

Jason Omar and Sarah walked into Dr. Lee's office, ignoring Ethan. "Dr. Lee, delightful to see you," Jason said, his smile dripping with insincerity. Sarah nodded in agreement. Sarah smiled sweetly. "We're happy to facilitate the transaction." Dr. Lee's eyes locked onto Jason. "I'm happy you're willing to sell. "Five million dollars is a steep price, even for me, a member of the Omar family." Jason smiled as he spoke. "I'm curious, where did you get the funds?" Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement. Dr. Lee turned to Ethan. "Actually, Mister Omar, it's not me buying the land." Ethan stepped forward. "It's Ethan Wright here who's interested in purchasing the land." Jason's and Sarah's heads snapped towards Ethan. Their expressions changed from amusement to shock. Jason's eyes narrowed. "Ethan Wright?" Jason repeated. He had been trying to pry into Ethan's mysterious backer, but so far all he knows is that Ethan is an abandoned son of the Noah family. He w

Ethan adjusted the golden Lamborghini Veneno Roadster in the driveway of Villa C, its shimmering body reflecting the first rays of the afternoon sun. The car gleamed like a beacon of power and wealth, drawing occasional glances from neighbors and passerby alike. He smirked, imagining the expressions on Caitlyn Evans’ face when she saw him roll into the reunion. «Ding! Mission Notification: Host must attend the reunion in style, commanding attention, and outshining all rivals.» Ethan’s eyes sparkled as the system detailed the objectives: Every successful verbal takedown earns $10,000. Every confident, composed act earns $50,000. Fashion and luxury presentation: $100,000. Dominance over Caitlyn Evans: $5,000,000. Luxury spending rewards: $100,000 per $1,000 spent. Failure penalty: Deduction of $15,000,000. Ethan leaned back in the driver’s seat. The system wasn’t just challenging his social skills—it was demanding perfection, strategy, and style. And he intended to deliver. He