“Oh, just go, Marvin. Hurry up and leave! Our conversation was over earlier!” Melanie urged.Marvin looked at Melanie, his chest heavy. Everything he had done and given to Melanie flashed through his mind. And suddenly, it all shattered into tiny pieces.Without saying a word, Marvin turned around and left, walking out of the luxurious restaurant.“Where do you think you are going?”Two men suddenly appeared as he descended the stairs at the restaurant’s entrance, waiting for him precisely at the bottom. They were the debt collectors who had repeatedly banged on Marvin’s flat door for the past two weeks.Marvin paused, confused as to how they knew he was there, and continued down the stairs. The two debt collectors glared at him menacingly. Their large, muscular arms were folded across their chests.“You haven’t paid your debt, boy. Your deadline has passed,” said the debt collector on the right, who had a shaved head.“You have to pay it right now, or you’ll face the consequences,” s

Marvin frowned and narrowed his eyes again. A noodle shop? Invest 5 million dollars? Did he really have to do that?Marvin had been to the Chinatown area of Murndale city once when he took Melanie out for lunch there, but he didn’t know of a noodle shop called ‘Bowl of Heaven’. Was this second mission a real mission?For some reason, he was hesitant. But he had clearly heard about the “reduction of savings balance by up to 90%” as punishment. Would the remaining money in his account automatically decrease by 90% if he didn’t do what was asked of him tomorrow?“Hmm, I guess I will find it when I get to that noodle shop tomorrow,” Marvin mumbled.He closed his eyes, trying to sleep.…The next day, in the Chinatown area on the outskirts of Murndale.Marvin was walking around there in his everyday clothes – a t-shirt, jeans, and a hat.At first glance, seen from afar, he looked like a homeless person. No one would have guessed he had nearly 10 million dollars in his savings account.Marv

Marvin opened his mobile banking app again, waiting for Daniel to tell him his bank account number. This time, Daniel gave him the number. And without further ado, Marvin transferred the 5 million dollars.“Check it. The money should have entered your account,” Marvin said, showing the transaction proof on his phone screen.Daniel took out his phone and checked his account balance. His hands suddenly trembled as he saw the 5 million dollars that had just entered his account.“This is… real?” he murmured.“Yes, of course,” Marvin said, smiling. “You can use this money to buy new chairs and tables, and also to hire some waiters, marketing, etc. Manage it as you see fit.”The slender woman, who had stopped sobbing, stood up and looked at Marvin and Daniel. She looked confused.“Dad, what actually happened?" she asked. "We... we just got 5 million dollars," Daniel answered, still couldn't believe the number he's staring at.Cindy looked at Marvin curiously, suspiciously. "This guy… he's

Damian, the man in the black suit, stared wide-eyed at the posters Marvin had thrown down. He then shot a sharp, furious glare at Marvin.“Hey, you poor bastard! What the hell do you think you’re doing, huh? Looking for trouble with me?”Marvin met Damian’s gaze without a trace of fear. “Whatever bad thought is running through your head right now, you’d better not act on it. The outcome will be terrible for you.”Marvin spoke those words with unshakable confidence. Combined with his upright, commanding posture, they carried far more weight than usual. And Emily, the red-haired woman, noticed this immediately.“How dare you! Fine, if that’s how you want it!” Damian snapped, then let out a long, sharp whistle.Two seconds later, the club’s front door swung open. Two large, burly men dressed in black t-shirts and black jeans stepped out. They looked toward Damian, waiting for his orders.“Teach this guy a lesson and dump him in the trash!” Damian yelled, pointing straight at Marvin.In a

Marvin blinked and returned to the present. “Ah, yes. I’m fine,” he said, pouring some water from the bottle into an empty glass and taking a sip.“You’re right. We haven’t properly introduced ourselves. I’m Marvin,” he said, placing the glass down and extending his hand toward her.“Emily,” she replied, shaking his hand.“So, Emily. I want you to come to my shop tomorrow. Once you’re there, we can talk about salary, your duties, and everything else. I’m confident you’ll help take my business to the next level.”Marvin spoke with absolute certainty, fully trusting what the system had told him.“Are you really sure, Marvin? Doesn’t this feel risky to you? You barely know me. What if I’m not the right person for the job?” Emily asked.Marvin smiled and shook his head. “I never pick the wrong person. I just know you’ll help my sales skyrocket.”Slowly, Emily found herself impressed by how sure he was. He didn’t show even a trace of doubt or hesitation. And honestly, this touched her deep