After Dylan settled comfortably into the leather chair opposite her desk, Grace Thompson opened a slim folder that had evidently been prepared well before his arrival. Every document inside had been neatly arranged in order, with colored tabs marking the sections that required signatures, making it immediately apparent that she had taken considerable care to ensure the entire process would proceed as efficiently as possible. "I'm pleased you were able to come in this morning, Mr. Kingston," Grace began with a professional smile. "Ordinarily, account upgrades of this nature require customers to schedule appointments several days in advance because of the amount of documentation involved. However, given the unique circumstances surrounding your recent lottery winnings, the bank approved an expedited review so that you wouldn't experience any further inconvenience." "I appreciate that," Dylan replied sincerely. "To be honest, yesterday's incident at the restaurant caught me comp

Martha's voice trembled as she repeatedly bowed her head."It was an accident. I sincerely apologize. Please forgive me." The businessman looked down at the large stain covering his suit before his face twisted with rage. "Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?"He jabbed a finger toward the ruined fabric without giving the woman an opportunity to speak."This is a custom-made suit worth three thousand dollars! I have an important meeting to attend, and now you've destroyed it! Tell me, how exactly am I supposed to show up looking like this?""I... I'm truly sorry." Martha's eyes had already begun to redden. "I didn't mean for it to happen.""I don't care whether you meant it or not!" His voice became even louder. "Sorry doesn't replace a three-thousand-dollar custom suit!"The restaurant fell into complete silence.Every customer watched the confrontation unfold, yet no one dared step forward.Meanwhile, Martha continued apologizing, her voice growing increasingly softer bene

The confidence in Dylan's voice immediately caught everyone's attention. There was no arrogance, no hesitation, and no attempt to sound impressive. He simply spoke with absolute certainty, leaving several customers exchanging uncertain glances. The husband stepped closer to Dylan and lowered his voice. "Young man, please. You've already done enough for us. We don't want you getting dragged into this because of us. This man clearly isn't someone ordinary people should provoke." Martha nodded repeatedly in agreement. "We'll find another way." Dylan smiled gently. "Don't worry." Before he could say anything else, the businessman interrupted. "I'll agree." Every head in the restaurant turned toward him as a smug smile slowly spread across his face. "But I have one condition." Dylan met his gaze without flinching. "What condition?" The businessman deliberately looked around the restaurant to ensure everyone was watching before raising his voice loud enough for every customer to he

The businessman slowly lifted his head, but although his lips moved, no words came out. Dylan continued looking at him with the same calm expression he had maintained from the very beginning of the confrontation."So," he said evenly, "I've kept my end of the agreement."The businessman swallowed hard as the full meaning of those words finally settled in his mind. According to the wager they had made, it was now his turn to fulfill the conditions. Apologizing wasn't particularly difficult. Swallowing his pride for a few moments was far better than creating an even bigger spectacle. But crawling across the restaurant floor and eating food that had been spilled onto the tiles was something else entirely.His face turned deathly pale as a cold chill ran down his spine. He was a civil servant whose career depended heavily on maintaining a respectable public image. If someone recorded him crawling across the floor and eating spilled food like an animal, the video would spread across the i

After leaving the restaurant behind, Dylan stood beside the roadside and raised his hand to hail a taxi. The morning had turned out to be far more eventful than he had originally expected. When he left his dorm earlier that day, his only objective had been to resolve the banking issue preventing him from accessing the money the System had rewarded him with. Once that was settled, he intended to purchase the cryptocurrency the System had specifically recommended. However, almost nothing had gone according to his original plan.Resolving the problem at the bank had taken considerably longer than expected, and by the time everything was finally sorted out, hunger had forced him to change his priorities. However, no matter how dramatically his life had changed, he was still an ordinary human being who needed to eat. Possessing millions of dollars, a mysterious System, and limitless opportunities didn't eliminate something as simple as an empty stomach and hunger. Unfortunately, what s