Eren's mind was a messy storm of goals and excitement. The numbers on his screen weren't just money; they were bricks for the fort he was building. "I need to get to the top," he hissed, the words tasting like metal in his mouth. "I need to be able to buy Elite X. I want to own the very air Zion breathes." He looked into the empty space of the hut, his eyes searching for that blue glow. "System! Give me the next mission! What's the next move?"Silence. The air stayed still, and the glowing screen refused to wake up. It was a cold realization: he was a player in this game, but he didn't hold the controller. The system was a moody god, and he was currently off the clock.He moved back into the dark corners of the house, sinking into a shaky chair. Doubt, that old, familiar poison, began to leak back in. "What if this is all in my head?" he whispered to the empty room. "What if the rewards are just digital ghosts?" He knew he had sent Lala $500 he had seen her panic. But the $5,000 cashb

The system notification didn’t just appear; it echoed in his mind like a physical chime."Ding! The bike is right outside your house."Eren didn't wait. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he scrambled toward the door. He threw it open so hard it rattled against the frame. There, sitting in the dull, gray moonlight of the Omega slums, was a machine that looked like it had been stolen from a god’s garage.The Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter didn't just sit there; it commanded the ground beneath it. It was a skeletal masterpiece of titanium, aluminum, and carbon fiber. Its chassis was carved from a single block of high-grade metal, exposing the raw, industrial heart of a 120-cubic-inch V-twin engine. There were no plastic fairings to hide its power. Every bolt, every shimmering silver pipe, and the hand-stitched leather seat screamed absolute luxury.Eren bent down, his fingers trembling as he traced the cold, brushed-metal curves of the frame."God, this is fire," he muttered

As they stepped out onto the porch, Hannah pulled the front door shut behind her. Eren noticed she was trembling slightly, though he couldn't tell if it was from the adrenaline of their escape or the sheer shock of what was parked at the curb. When she finally turned to face the bike, her entire demeanor shifted. For a girl like Hannah, who lived for sports cars and high-octane machines, this was the ultimate prize."My God, Eren!" she breathed, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper. "Do you even know what you have in your possession? Where did you get this?"She began to pace around the machine, her eyes darting over every titanium bolt and the raw, exposed engine. She looked like a desert traveler who had stumbled upon an oasis."Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her eyes snapping back to his. "This thing costs more than an elite’s entire wine cellar at Audrex Academy. Gosh, this is like a dream come true for me. Where did you even rent something like this?"Ere

What the fuck? The system can actually do something like this?"Eren whispered the words to himself as he drove home in a flash. The wind whipped against his face but the sheer speed of the Neiman Marcus made the world feel like it was standing still. He parked the bike at the secluded spot he had sighted earlier and moved with practiced urgency. He grabbed the thick oil stained blanket and draped it over the frame until the gleaming titanium was completely hidden from prying eyes.He didn't take the front path. Instead he slipped through the back door and ran immediately toward his small cramped room. His heart was pounding against his ribs. He almost slipped on the worn floorboards in his haste because he wasn't looking at his surroundings. His entire focus was locked on that wardrobe door.He burst into his room and flung his phone onto the unmade bed. He gripped the handle of the wardrobe and pulled it open. He stood there frozen. It was a masterpiece. This was a col

The crushing weight on Eren’s chest began to lift as the cyan light of the interface pulsed with a cold, unforgiving rhythm. The shared agony he felt from his stepfather’s injuries receded into a dull throb.[Penalty Update: For going against the system, your quest time has been reduced to 48 hours. Take the promotion exam now.]The text flickered and vanished before Eren could even draw a full breath to protest. He stood alone on the outskirts of the district, his hands shaking as he gripped the handlebars of his silent machine."Because I chose wealth, I won't be able to use power?" he asked the empty air. "What if I am in danger? What happens then?"He ran his fingers through his shock of white hair, looking down at his own body. The muscles were there, tight and defined under his expensive new leather, but they felt like a hollow shell."With all this strength, I am not allowed to use it. Why didn't I choose the other path? Now this foolish system is commanding me to go to the Aca