The rain poured down from the dark sky, soaking Leon Carter as he walked through the empty streets. His clothes were drenched, and the cold water clung to his skin, but it didn’t bother him. His mind was too busy replaying the words that had cut him deep earlier that day. Every insult, every sneer, every look of pity. It all echoed in his head like a broken record. He stopped at a small park and sat on a wooden bench. The dim streetlights barely lit the area, casting long shadows around him. He buried his face in his hands, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on him. “Is this it?” he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “Is this all I’ll ever be?” Just then, a soft chime broke through the silence. Leon frowned and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up, showing a strange message: "System Activation: Life Advancement System Online. Do you want to change your fate? Y/N" Leon stared at it, confused. “What is this?” he whispered. “

Leon had been busy organizing the shelves of his thriving gadget store, the one the system hadbguided him to create. It was no ordinary shop. it brimmed with futuristic designs, high-tech gadgets, and the latest must haves for tech enthusiasts. His employees moved with purpose, attending to curious customers who wandered into the sleek, modern space. Leon kept a low profile, blending into the background as the owner. He had no intention of drawing attention to himself. Not yet. The chime of the door startled him from his thoughts. He looked up, his chest tightening when he recognized the two figures who stepped inside. Sophia, his ex-wife, and Ethan, the man who had been the bane of his existence. Sophia’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she entered, her eyes scanning the store with interest. “Wow,” she said, glancing around. “This place is stunning. It’s so... trendy. Exactly the kind of shop I’d expect to see in the city.” Ethan smirked, his arm looped casually arou

Leon spent the next few days trying to push thoughts of the stubborn girl out of his mind. No matter how much he focused on other tasks, her face and sharp words kept popping up. “Forget it,” Leon muttered to himself one morning, getting ready to head out. “I have bigger things to deal with.” The system tasks had kept him busy, but today he wanted a break. He grabbed his jacket, checked his phone, and decided to treat himself to a good meal. The weather had cleared up, and the thought of eating at a luxurious restaurant seemed like a nice distraction. Leon arrived at La Belle Royale, one of the most upscale restaurants in the city. Its golden lights and marble entrance made it look like a palace. People in elegant suits and dresses walked in and out, chatting and laughing. Leon stepped inside, his calm confidence setting him apart from the crowd. He was about to ask for a table when his attention was drawn to the far end of the restaurant. A loud voice echoed through the place. “

Leon’s car rolled to a stop under the flickering light of a streetlamp. The rain had passed, leaving behind a faint mist that clung to the pavement. The night air was cold and quiet, with only the occasional distant hum of traffic. He switched off the engine and leaned back for a moment, letting the silence sink in. This was the spot. The woman had highlighted out before slipping away like a shadow. Leon stepped out of the car, his boots splashing lightly in the puddles that stretched across the cracked pavement. He glanced around. The area wasn’t busy, just a few late-night wanderers and the odd car cruising by. His coat shifted as he took a few steps toward the corner of the street. The place felt strange. Not in a dangerous way, but as if something was waiting just ahead, unseen. It was a slum. He rubbed the back of his neck, puzzled. Why did the system want him to make her fall for him? It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t here for romance or games. The mission was supposed

Leon sat in his system room, the glow from the large monitors reflecting in his sharp, focused eyes. The room was quiet, except for the faint hum of machines working around him. Streams of data flowed across the screens like rivers of light. The air smelled faintly of metal and leather, a reminder of how much time he spent here. His chair creaked as he leaned back, staring at the main display. His fingers hovered over the controls, waiting. The ballroom incident still lingered in his mind – the men in suits, the strange tension, and Clara’s worried face. Something felt unfinished. Suddenly, the system chimed. A bright notification appeared, glowing in bold blue letters across the screen. TARGET: CLARA EVANS. Leon straightened, his eyes narrowing. He tapped the screen, pulling up the details. Clara’s profile filled the monitor. Name: Clara Evans Age: 23 Occupation: Waitress Workplace: La Belle royale Leon frowned. His eyes locked onto the name of the restaurant. La Belle royal