A light drizzle fell on the hot asphalt of East Jakarta that night, but it wasn't enough to cool Amar's head, which felt like it was about to explode. He stood by the edge of the highway, his calloused hands clutching a crumpled termination letter soaked by the rain."Goddammit," Amar cursed under his breath, his voice raspy from the warehouse dust still coating his throat. "Two years of work, one misplaced pallet, and they kick me to the curb. The world really has no brain."The wallet in his back pocket felt incredibly light, as light as his hopes for breakfast tomorrow. It held only a single crumpled five-thousand rupiah bill and an ATM receipt with a balance that made him want to weep blood. At just twenty-one, Amar felt like he was finished. He'd dropped out of college because of the cost, and now even being a manual laborer was a failure."Hey, watch where you're going, idiot!" shouted a motorcyclist who nearly clipped his shoulder.Amar just watched the bike pull away with a ho

The scent of jasmine and musk from Erisia’s body was so close that Amar could count the individual strands of the woman’s long, curled eyelashes. Amar’s heart pounded like a drag racer’s piston. As a poor guy whose only entertainment was Netflix using his ex’s password, being within a four-inch radius of this dark-aura’d, sexy goddess was a true mental gauntlet.Erisia’s cat-like eyes stared straight into Amar’s pupils, searching for a lie, or more accurately ... searching for the trace of a god. At the same time, a slow heat crawled out from her gaze, a sort of magical allure that would usually make any man’s knees go weak in a plea for mercy.However, instead of kneeling or babbling with passion as Erisia expected, Amar’s response completely ruined the mood."A-chooo!"Amar sneezed loudly, spraying a gust of air right in front of Erisia’s elegant face.Silence filled the VVIP room. Erisia froze, her eyelid twitching slightly."Oh, jeez, sorry, Ma’am!" Amar stammered, hurriedly rubbi

That dirty, stuffy alley was left with a symphony of incredibly absurd suffering.Two elite hitmen from the Cult of the God of Deception, who usually took lives silently, were now sprawled out miserably. One moaned in a high-pitched voice while clutching his ruined future assets over a puddle of spoiled rendang oil. The other was lightly spasming, having nearly strangled himself with his own signature cloak.Amar stood frozen for a few seconds. He looked left and right, making sure no local CCTV was recording this nonsensical scene.As a former laborer and college dropout who'd been scammed plenty, Amar's first instinct upon seeing thugs go down wasn't to call the police, but to ... survive."Sorry, pal. Better I use this for my business capital than having the state seize it," Amar muttered as he crouched down.His thin hands deftly slid into the tactical pockets of the two killers. The first treasure was found: two thick leather wallets full of hundred-thousand bills that totaled fi

In the middle of the half-drenched, scorched hotel room, Amar chewed his fried rice with solemn focus. In the background, the sprinklers finally stopped. Vex—the elite assassin in the leather jacket—now lay helpless, eyes rolling back, mouth foaming, and legs twitching occasionally.Amar took the last bite and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand."System, my balance is at 1,540 Cosmic Points. How much is the second Gacha ticket?"[ ACCESSING COSMIC SHOP. ] [ Beginner Gacha Ticket : 100 Points (Contents : Cosmic Trash to Class C Items) ] [ Intermediate Gacha Ticket : 1,000 Points (Contents : Class B to Class A Items/Skills) ] [ Whale Gacha Ticket : 10,000 Points (Locked) ]"Buy one Intermediate," Amar decided quickly. He was the kind of guy who believed in the principle of "you get what you pay for."[ 1,000 Points Deducted. Summoning the Intermediate Wheel of Fate! ]The interface displayed a giant roulette wheel again. Astraeus, still curious (though too proud to admit it),

The air inside the Mega Corps Bintaro lobby was filtered to perfection, smelling of overpriced eucalyptus and the sterile, crushing weight of corporate greed. It was a cathedral of glass and chrome, housing the main headquarters for Malakor’s shadow empire in the Southern Peninsula. Security wasn't just tight, it was oppressive. Two gargantuan guards—not human, but heavily modified husks of former mercenaries—stood at the entrance, scanning every visitor with thermal sensors that looked for both weaponry and high-level supernatural aura.Amar walked up to them, hands tucked nonchalantly into his pockets. He wore a crisp, ironed white button-down and trousers that he had practically stolen from a high-end menswear section—courtesy of his new, suspiciously well-toned frame. The Universal Badge of Deceit swung gently against his chest."ID," the larger guard barked, his voice sounding like two slabs of gravel rubbing together.Amar didn't stutter. He di