All Chapters of The Broke Billionaire's System: Spend to Survive: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
Golden Notification on the Dusty Floor
Johann mopped the marble floors on the fiftieth floor of the Reinhardt Corp building with mechanical movements. The sharp scent of floor cleaner stung his nose. He kept his head low, avoiding the gaze of the executives passing by in suits that cost as much as an economy car. To him, they were gods, and he was merely dust that had to be swept away so as not to disturb the beauty of their world."Make sure there isn't a single spot in Mr. Viktor's office," his foreman whispered through the scratchy radio earphone.Johann snorted softly. He knew every corner of this room by heart. He knew where Viktor hid his expensive whiskey bottles, and he knew where the man often dropped biscuit crumbs while stressed out over suppressing stock prices. Johann was a ghost behind this luxury. No one cared about him as long as the floors remained shiny.As he entered Viktor Reinhardt's main office, the atmosphere felt cold. The room was massive, boasting a grand view of the city skyline. There was a spil
Bloody Escape and the Life Contract
A sharp pain stabbed through Johann's shoulder as the stun baton hit him. His body convulsed, and the faint smell of burning flesh wafted from his cheap janitor uniform. The security guards grabbed his collar roughly, dragging him across the cold marble hallway. Johann tried to fight back, but his legs felt like boneless rubber. His vision blurred, but the golden system on his retina only flickered brighter.[ WARNING: HEALTH DECLINING. PURCHASE STAMINA RECOVERY? PRICE: $50,000. ]"Dammit, that's too expensive for a burn!" Johann hissed hoarsely. He refused to die on this disgusting corporate office floor. With his remaining strength, he pressed the buy option in his vision. Instantly, a warm sensation spread through his nerves. The burn on his shoulder closed rapidly, and new energy pumped through his heart.Johann didn't wait. He swung his leg toward the knee of the guard holding him. A bone-cracking sound followed, accompanied by a scream of pain that shattered the building's silen
Dinner with Bloodstains
"Johann, we have to get out of here right now or we're going to go completely bankrupt and die poor!"Freya grabbed Johann's arm with incredibly powerful force. She didn't wait for an answer. Johann, still reeling from the pressure of Viktor's shadow magic, was immediately pulled toward a giant ventilation hole covered by thick iron."Buy a thrusting power!" Freya shouted, pointing at the iron door.Without asking much, Johann closed his eyes and pressed the buy menu in his vision.[ PURCHASE: MASS KINETIC BLAST. PRICE: $200,000. ]Instantly, a wave of golden energy exploded from Johann's palm. The ventilation iron, hard as steel, shattered into dust. The two of them jumped out just as the shadow monster lunged at them. They tumbled onto the cold asphalt of the deserted street behind the building."Damn, that almost took my life!" Johann stood up, gasping for air. His work clothes were in tatters, leaving a collar barely hanging on and the smell of sweat mixed with the ozone scent of
Buying Weapons for a Cleaner
"Too bad the bill is going to be much more expensive than you can afford."Viktor stepped forward, the shadows around him moving wildly like black tentacles hungry for blood. Johann felt Freya's fingers tighten against his waist. Without wasting a second, Freya grabbed a silver steak knife from the table and threw it with lightning speed directly at Viktor's eyes. The man didn't even blink. The knife stopped in mid-air, held by a layer of dark energy, then crumbled into shards of metallic dust."We have to run, Johann! Now!" Freya screamed."No, I'm tired of running from this old man!" Johann stared at his golden interface with a piercing gaze. He no longer felt like a trembling floor-mopper. Something inside him began to stir—a power hungry for a transaction. "System, give me access to the elite combat equipment catalog. Filter by category: military-grade magic weapons."A holographic list filled the air. Freya's eyes widened as she watched Johann start tapping the buy button blindly
Attack on the Tiny Apartment
Johann frowned. He stood up with great difficulty, his bones feeling as if they had just been struck by a sledgehammer. Beside him, Freya remains on high alert, her hand instinctively searching for a weapon that had already run out of ammo. Johann's cramped apartment was now nothing more than ruins of broken concrete. Thick dust danced under the beam of the flashlights held by those strangers in black suits."Who are you?" Johann asked hoarsely. He tried to stand tall even though his body was still trembling from the side effects of the ancient artifact. "And what do you mean by the first test?"The woman in the sunglasses did not answer immediately. She signaled with her hand, and two of her subordinates moved forward with the precision of a machine. They did not attack.Instead, they began picking up the remaining debris of corporate magic scattered across the floor. Their movements were systematic, efficient, and highly professional."We are the Auditors," the woman replied briefly
Intense Night at a Five-Star Hotel
"Do not press that button," the voice echoed again, this time feeling like an ancient vibration crawling up from the base of Johann's spine.Johann was transfixed. His fingertip hovered a few millimeters from the surface of the blue-glowing credit card. In front of him, the Auditor woman took a step back. Her once-cold face turned deathly pale. She no longer cared about Freya lying on the floor; her attention was fixed on something behind Johann's shoulder."Who are you?" Johann asked again. His voice cracked, filled with deep anxiety.Before the mysterious voice could answer, the bullet from the sniper in the building across the street erupted. The sound broke the silence of the night like a giant whip. Johann didn't have time to dodge.However, instead of piercing his flesh, the bullet stopped in mid-air right in front of his face, locked within a transparent energy bubble he had never seen before."Too slow," whispered a heavy voice.Johann turned his head. Freya still had her eyes
Bloody Board Meeting
Johann and Freya plummeted into a darkness that felt cold and sharp as a razor. The wind roared in their ears. They fell in an embrace, with Freya wrapping her arms around Johann's neck to ensure they weren't separated. Johann closed his eyes tight. He felt as if he were being sucked into an endless drain of reality.Suddenly, a violent jolt sent them slamming onto a hard marble floor. Johann groaned as his back felt like it was about to break. He rolled to the side and found himself in the middle of a vast room. Pale blue neon lights glowed on the walls. This was the board of directors' meeting room in the Reinhardt Corp building. Johann recognized this luxury carpet. The faint scent of the floor cleaner he used to use still lingered in the corners of the room."Get up, Johann!" Freya was already standing in a defensive position. She checked her weapon, but her face soured. "My gun is dead. The magic in this place is completely suppressed."Johann stood up unsteadily. He straightened
Operation Rescue Freya
The grinder roared like a starving beast. Johann twisted his body in mid-air, his scarred hands clutching the sharp iron along the corridor walls. A loud thud echoed as his boots hit the steel surface, but he didn't stop. He climbed upward, refusing to become mincemeat inside the company's torture device. He gasped for air, the smell of oil and hot iron brutally assaulting his senses."Dammit! I’m not going to die in this giant washing machine!" he shouted, kicking one of the grinder blades until it dented.Suddenly, the thunder of a helicopter split the air above the building. The sound of giant rotors ripped through the concrete roof, sending a rain of debris into the engine room. Johann looked up, his eyes narrowing against the swirling dust. A rope ladder dangled down from the belly of a helicopter that looked luxurious yet was riddled with bullet holes.At the end of that ladder, Freya hung on with one hand, her face burning with rage. She fired her pistol at the guard drones try
The Ritual of Money and Magic
The man stepped out of the forest's darkness with a calm yet threatening stride. He was Elias, Johann’s former colleague from the logistics department who had been declared dead in an elevator accident three months ago. His face was deathly pale, with prominent purple veins bulging around his temples. He no longer looked like the man who used to share his lunch with Johann. Now, he wore a tattered corporate supervisor's uniform and was surrounded by a hissing aura of energy."Elias? How is this possible?" Johann shouted, his eyes widening. His heart pounded so hard it felt painful behind his ribs. He gripped Freya’s hand tighter until his knuckles turned white.Elias only gave a thin smile. The smile felt wrong because there was no joy in it. He flicked his fingers, and the horde behind him—consisting of mutated former janitorial staff—began to move forward with horrifying, jerky movements. "This world never truly allows someone to leave easily, Johann. They took my soul and turned it
First Confrontation with Viktor
Freya was stunned. Her heart hammered so hard it felt suffocating. The man at the peak of the dome had the face of the Johann she loved, but his gaze was empty, as cold as ice untouched by the sun. Behind the seal of light imprisoning the real Johann, the man struggled. The face of the true Johann looked full of pain and longing, a contrast that made Freya want to blow everything up immediately."Johann!" Freya screamed. Her voice was hoarse, breaking with overflowing emotion. She didn't care about the fake figure up there. Her focus was only on her lover locked within the energy prison.The fake Johann tilted his head. He showed no signs of recognition. Instead, he raised his hand, and the air around Freya suddenly thickened. The pressure was so intense that Freya's knees hit the ground."He is no longer yours," the man's voice rang out, but there was a strange echo accompanying it, as if a thousand other voices were speaking through his vocal cords.Viktor Reinhardt emerged from beh