Chapter 1: An Uninvited Tutorial"Satya! Are you listening to me?!"Mr. Bambang’s voice thundered, vibrating the mineral water cups on the long conference table. The fat beneath his chin wobbled in sync with his rage.Satya blinked. He stared at the stack of files in front of him, then shifted his gaze to his boss’s beet-red face. "I’m listening, sir. Third-quarter targets, operational cost efficiency, and... yeah, that.""And what? And you’re just daydreaming? Look at this!" Mr. Bambang pointed at the projector screen, which displayed a red line diving sharply downward. "The company is bleeding, and you’re sitting there like a corpse!""Sorry, sir. Not enough coffee.""Not enough brains, you mean!"Just as Mr. Bambang was about to continue his tirade, a subtle chime—like the notification sound of a high-end smartphone—echoed right in Satya’s ear.[Ding!]A transparent, neon-blue window appeared out of nowhere, floating right in front of Satya’s nose.[Tutorial Mission: Awaken the Cho

The office lobby that morning suddenly felt like a low-budget action movie set. The flickering neon lights provided an unwanted dramatic effect, while the noise of the Jakarta streets outside seemed muffled by the artificial tension created by the System.In front of the coffee machine, Rina stood frozen. Her usually cheerful face was now as pale as a sheet of printer paper. The three men in leather jackets surrounding her looked like characters forcibly pulled from an 80s thug comic. The leader, a man with a stitched scar over his left eyebrow, stepped forward until his nose almost touched Rina’s forehead."So, Rina... do you want to pay now, or do we have to play rough?" the man's voice was heavy and raspy—the kind of voice usually reserved for a mid-level boss in an RPG.[Ding!][Emergency Mission: Save the Heroine!] [Time Remaining: 00:04:59] [Strategy Suggestion: Use 'Shadow Step' to close the distance and launch a 'Justice Punch' to the opponent's solar plexus!]"Shadow Step my

Saturday at Grand Indonesia was the definition of hell for someone like Satya. Crowds of people moving without a pattern, a chaotic blend of perfume scents from luxury boutiques, and background music trying far too hard to sound elegant but ending up merely tedious. To Satya, this mall was a manifestation of capitalism at its peak, and he usually preferred spending time in his cramped apartment, watching documentaries about civil engineering failures while cursing the world.However, today was different. He stood near the dancing fountain on the ground floor, holding a cup of cold brew coffee that cost enough to feed Andi the intern for three days. His eyes constantly scanned the crowd, searching for a man carrying a novel with no title.[System: User, your heart rate has increased by 15%. Are you experiencing social anxiety or simply consuming too much cheap caffeine?]"It’s not cheap caffeine, Alpha. It’s fuel for alertness," Satya replied internally. "And stop monitoring my organs.

Satya stood in front of his wardrobe mirror, its hinges slightly loose. Before him, a faded pink hologram window—a color Satya absolutely loathed because it reminded him of cheap bubblegum—flickered enthusiastically.[Side Mission: Sparks of Romance at Cafe Serenity][Objective: Gain at least +10 'Affinity Points' from Rina][Dress Code: Wear the sky-blue slim-fit shirt and spray the 'Charisma Perfume (Rank D)' provided in the Inventory.][Reward: Skill: 'Enchanted Death Stare', Charm Attribute Points +5][Penalty: If the mission fails or is canceled, the User will suffer from 'Male Goat Body Odor' for 3 consecutive days.]"Male goat body odor? Your creativity is really hitting a new low, Alpha," Satya muttered.[System: It’s not a matter of creativity, User. It’s a matter of social consequences. If you smell like a goat, no 'Heroine' will want to get close, and our romance rating will plummet to zero. Please, wear the shirt. It’s in your Inventory.]Satya reached into the void of the

Satya’s eyes felt like they had been rubbed with the coarsest grade of sandpaper. The caffeine coursing through his veins was no longer providing energy; instead, it was just a constant tremor in his fingertips that made him feel like an old, breaking-down refrigerator. Last night, he had spent hours performing a “Reality Audit”—a fancy term he’d coined to justify his hobby of dumping thousands of office documents into his Inventory to search for hidden source code patterns.The result? He discovered that the 2022 office stationery procurement report had a data structure identical to a low-level summoning incantation. This world was truly constructed by someone far too lazy to write new code.“Sat, you look... more wrecked than usual,” Rina remarked as they crossed paths in front of the water dispenser.Satya only groaned softly, placing his paper cup under the hot water tap. “I just found out that our company’s accounting system is actually an ancient dialect of the programming langu