The rain pounded London mercilessly. Gray clouds spilled their wrath onto the streets, drenching the city in bone-chilling cold. Streetlights reflected on slick asphalt, casting shadows that slithered like ghosts. Sirens wailed in the distance, mixing with drunken shouts from a Soho bar.In a narrow alley reeking of garbage and blood, a young man ran with all he had. Every step felt like a battle for his life.Raymond Xavier, twenty, an orphan, had come to London seeking a better life. He believed the city, harsh as it was, held opportunities for those brave enough to dream. Tonight, that dream teetered on the edge of extinction.Heavy footsteps thundered behind him. Dozens of muscular men with vicious faces pursued him relentlessly. These were no ordinary street thugs—they were Docklands mafia enforcers. Raymond had made a fatal mistake: he had witnessed them kill a man. He shouldn’t have seen that.“Catch him! Don’t let him escape!” a booming voice shouted.Victor. Slicked-back hair

After leaving the electronics store, Raymond made his way to the second floor of Skyline Mall, heading straight for a high-end clothing store. With the vast funds granted by the system, he intended to completely revamp his fashion style.He arrived at “Elite Threads”, a renowned luxury brand outlet.“Welcome to Elite Threads!” a cheerful employee called out as Raymond entered.“Looking for anything in particular? Maybe I can help,” another staff member asked with a warm smile.“I’m looking for t-shirts, jackets, and jeans—something that fits me perfectly,” Raymond replied.“Right this way, sir,” the employee gestured, leading him toward the modern fashion section.Raymond carefully selected his items: shirts, jackets, and jeans, each meticulously chosen. He tried them on and found they fit flawlessly. Prices didn’t concern him—thanks to the system, money was no longer an issue.“I’ll take these, ten sets of each,” Raymond said, smiling.The employee’s eyes lit up as she quickly began

Raymond Xavier stretched lazily and glanced at his wardrobe. Today, he would finally claim the car he had been dreaming of. Sliding into a tight black T-shirt that accentuated his toned frame, matching black pants, sneakers, and a comfortable black hoodie, he felt a surge of anticipation. His private room was immaculate, filled with everything a young tycoon could need.He descended into the lobby of Platinum Business, the sunlight glinting off polished floors, and summoned a taxi through the app. Leaning casually, he surveyed the bustling city, his sharp eyes catching every detail.Moments later, the taxi arrived.“Mr. Raymond Xavier? Is the destination confirmed as shown in the app?” the driver asked politely.“Yes, that’s correct,” Raymond replied, sliding the door open. His gaze lingered on the streets before he eased into the seat, his hoodie slipping slightly, revealing just a hint of his muscular arms.The car glided through the city, weaving gently through the thickening traff

“I need to get a laptop to practice my hacking skills,” muttered Raymond Xavier.After completing the BAC Bank ownership paperwork, Raymond left the café and headed to the nearest mall to buy the laptop he needed.As he drove out of the café, he rolled down his window and noticed the security guard at Platinum Business Apartments looking troubled, lost in thought. Was it about debt, or a fight at home?“Sir, is everything okay? You seem worried,” Raymond asked.“Ehhh, Boss! Nothing really,” the guard replied.“Come on, tell me. Don’t hold back,” Raymond encouraged.“Well, Boss… I don’t know where to get a loan for my mother’s surgery,” the guard admitted.“How much is the surgery?” Raymond asked.“Fifty thousand dollars, Boss. I only have ten thousand. Borrowing from the co-op again feels wrong; I’ve done it too many times,” said the guard.“Hmmm… I see. Alright, I’ll help. What’s your name?”“Ethan, Boss,” the guard said, both shocked and touched.“Good. Call the hospital and get the

After finishing lunch with Simon Yates, Raymond Xavier’s phone buzzed insistently on the dining table.Ring… Ring… Ring…The screen displayed: Serena Black.“Hello… What’s up? Did you miss me?” Raymond teased as he picked up.“Don’t get so full of yourself,” Serena replied, half-amused. “Where are you, Ray?”“I’m at home. Why? What’s going on?” Raymond asked.“At home? Which home? Havenport, right? I’ve been outside your apartment calling for a while, but no one answered,” Serena said, words tumbling out.“Slow down! I’m at my uncle’s house, still in Havenport. What’s up, Ser?” Raymond replied.“Can we meet? I need your help,” she said, her tone eager.“Sure. Where should we meet?” he asked.“I’ll pick you up. Send me your address!” she replied.Raymond quickly typed it in. Serena blinked in surprise—the address was near her own home.“Ray… this is Silverlake Residence, right?” she asked, puzzled.“Yes, Ser. I’m staying at my uncle’s place now,” Raymond confirmed.“Alright, I’ll be th