The streets of Manhattan were drenched in luxury. Towering skyscrapers loomed above like gods of glass, watching over the wealthy and indifferent. Lamborghinis cruised by on quiet electric motors while holographic billboards screamed the faces of influencers, CEOs, and young billionaires. Among them, William Hudson stood out, but not in a good way. His sneakers were worn flat. His shirt, a size too small, clung to him from the heat. His delivery bag, faded from years of use, rested heavily on his back as he rode his electric bike to a luxurious building. The golden letters on the entrance gate of Silverhorn Lounge glared down at him like a warning: "YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE." But he had no choice. He was actually here to deliver a highly expensive wine that cost $200,000 to Trent Lloyd, a socialite rich kid known for spending more money on wine than William made in a year. This was one of the part-time jobs William engaged in after lectures at Sky High University. As the poor, he

The next morning… William stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie and trying not to look as nervous as he felt. He made sure to wear his best clothes today since he had an important mission to carry out and wouldn't afford to fail. He still bore some bruises from the attack last night, but the swelling had gone down. The pain had dulled into a background reminder of humiliation, rejection, and failure. But today wasn't about pain. Today was about rising. His first task was still floating in the corner of his system interface: [Task #001 – Bronze Level: Flirt with a rich girl and get her number] [Reward: $100,000] William smiled as he gave the interface a sharp, lingering look. That amount still made his heart race. He couldn't believe he would actually receive it if he completed the task. At this point in his life, when he needed help the most, he couldn't afford to joke around with this opportunity. "I will complete this task, no matter what," William said to hi

William became curious after that reaction... On a normal day, he had already promised himself never to get involved in anything related to cryptocurrencies after what happened to him, two years ago.After finishing his part-time jobs on one fateful day, where he made as much as $1,300, the highest he had ever managed to gather, one of William's neighbors came over and introduced him to ROBIT Coin.After feeding him with all sorts of hyped-up and allegedly credible information, William was completely captivated. The ROBIT Coin was newly launched and going for as low as $0.72 per coin.William was starving for wealth back then. He wanted to rise and restore his family's name from disgrace. Blinded by the hunger for success, he went all in and bought coins worth $1,200, leaving himself with just a hundred dollars.After months of waiting for the coin price to skyrocket, everything ended in tragedy. The projected ROI nosedived to $0.11 instead of increasing even slightly. It was expected

William stared at his phone's screen, jaw dropping slightly as he made his way to his apartment. "Oh my god..! I fucking love this!" The first day with the Wealth System ended with so many unforgettable memories. William couldn't even begin to express how he felt after everything that had happened. Thretasks… All successfully completed. $2.6 million rewarded. It was indeed a day to remember. William already knew that this was the beginning of his domination. Earning $2,000,000 just for slapping the landlord with a pack of cash? That was insane. But what could he say? If he had to do it again and again, he'd do so with pleasure. Not that he truly wanted the apartment building for himself-it was more about the system's directive. Now that he owned it, he had no intention of wasting time playing landlord. William chose to sponsor a complete renovation of the terribly old building and appointed Mr. Collins as the new caretaker, despite the man's name recent harsh treatment and lack