Inside the premises of Elite College Zach stood on the balcony of his dorm room, gazing out as smoke drifted from his mouth. Smoking was banned on school grounds, but Zach didn’t care. His roommates were asleep and he was the only one still awake. He wasn't doing it for fun though, this was winter so he was warming up his body. His hair was disheveled, and a quiet sadness lingered in his expression. The reason? Earlier that day, he’d tried to call his girlfriend, but she hadn’t answered. It was the beginning of his second year at school. He had met her during his first year, they were both freshmen when they fell in love and started dating. But for the past week, she had seemed distant. He feared she might be seeing someone else, someone better, because she was beautiful. And Zach? He wouldn’t lie, he knew he didn’t deserve her. He was handsome in his own way, but it was hidden under the weight of hunger and depression. He was poor. A nobody. The only reason he could

Zach was confused. He sat up slowly. Had he imagined it? Or did he really just hear those words? “Installation complete.” The voice had been clear and loud even. Not like a passing thought or some internal monologue. It felt like it had echoed directly inside his mind. He rubbed his face, maybe it was the stress. He hadn’t slept well in days, hadn’t eaten properly, hadn’t even smiled in what felt like forever. [Racking up Fame Points] [Fame Points Throughout Lifetime = 102] This time, it was crystal clear, Zach heard it. [Superstar System is ready.] Then there was a long silence. Zach was confused. What was that just now? he thought silently. After a long silence, Zach heard another voice. “Woah, I’m finally out?” It sounded like a baby’s voice. Just then, Zach saw a big wheel appear in front of him. He was shocked. “Hey, hurry up and spin it! You have three free spins,” Zach heard the same childish voice again. “Who are you?” Zach asked. “You don’t need to know who I a

Hours passed quickly. Inside a well-decorated office, a middle-aged man sat in an expensive suit, his brows furrowed in anger. He was watching a video, and the fury on his face grew more intense with each second. This man was Vincent Andrew, the owner of one of the top companies in the country: Andrew Oil Mines. It wasn’t hard to guess what his company specialized in. The Andrew family was well-known for producing the highest-quality oil and dominating the industry. Their sales were often off the charts. Right now, however, Vincent’s focus was on something else, the video of Zach punching his son, Tim. His face twitched. Yes, Tim was his son and his only child. He treasured him. Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered. “Father, you have to do something. That punch still hurts.” “I will,” Vincent replied coldly. “His name is Zach Williams, right? Second year?” “Yes, Dad.” “Good. He’ll regret ever laying a hand on you,” Vincent said before hanging up. Once the call ended, Tim s

Zach stepped out of the sports car and the entire area fell silent. Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Tim had built a reputation over the past week as a tycoon in street racing and because of his skills students got to know that he even once held a draw against a world-class racer. For Zach to beat him, and with such a wide gap, was unbelievable. “Let’s race again!” Tim shouted as soon as his car finally rolled across the finish line. He felt completely humiliated. Zach smirked. He’d be a fool to race again, after all, his victory had only been possible thanks to the items from his Superstar System. “Pay up,” Zach said, stretching out his hand. “Then maybe I’ll consider it.” Tim immediately asked for Zach’s account details and transferred the money without hesitation. Zach’s phone beeped. He checked the screen and, seeing the credited amount, a huge grin spread across his face. “Let’s have a rematch!” Tim demanded. “I’ll consider it,” Zach replied coolly as he walked away.

Zach had a pale expression. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come for practice, it was just that many things had troubled him during that period, and he didn’t even have money for food, so how would he have the strength to play basketball? The crowd of players split into two groups. What a huge number, Zach was amazed. Many were just like him, showing up only when there was something to gain. “Now kindly leave the hall for us,” Eric said with a cold voice. Zach couldn’t just leave. He needed the money, and he was also a very skilled basketball player. How could he walk away just like that? Zach knew Eric well enough to know the only way he could get on the team now was to impress him more than he could ever imagine. But Zach was unwilling to use his lucky tablets just to get on the team that he was on already. What would he use on the final day, when his skills were needed the most? “Coach, I didn’t slack off, I was just too busy to come,” Zach spoke up. Eric turned his attent