Beep. Beep. Beep.The sound of the heart monitor echoed faintly and steadily in the ICU room of Lonel City Hospital.Rendi Martin lay on the bed. An oxygen tube was attached to his nose, and several wires were connected to his chest. His face was pale, his lips dry.To the passing nurses, Rendi was just an ordinary comatose patient. The only difference was that this patient was the former number one tycoon of Hakward City who went bankrupt in a single day.But Rendi was not sleeping.He stood in an empty, dark space. There was no floor beneath his feet, no walls around him. Strangely, his chest no longer hurt."Am I dead?"His voice did not echo. The words simply vanished into the darkness.Fragments of light floated in front of him. Some were small, some were large, and all moved slowly in the air. The largest fragment was red.Rendi reached out and touched it.The dark space instantly changed. Rendi was back standing in the most luxurious wedding hall in Hakward City, the place he h

[Ding!] [No suitable missions currently available.] [Missions appear based on the Host's situation. The System will notify when an opportunity arises.]Rendi stared at the text. His smile vanished."Then why did you ask me what I wanted?"[To record the Host's objective.] [Objective recorded: become strong and fight Evelyn and Alex Wijaya.]"That's it?" Rendi kept his voice down so Nurse Wulan wouldn't wake up. "You're a revenge system, right? Give me a way."[Analysis: The Host has no money, no place to live, and has not mastered the first ability.] [Suggestion: recover your energy tonight.]The blue screen closed on its own.Rendi punched the mattress lightly. He wanted to argue, but the analysis was correct. He truly had nothing.Rendi lay back and stared at the ceiling until his eyes grew heavy.The next morning, Nadia came in carrying a tablet and a cup of coffee.Nadia examined Rendi one more time. His blood pressure, heart rate, and this morning's lab results remained excellent

Rendi knew the man. His name was Marco, his personal driver for six years.Three months ago, Marco was fired. Rendi remembered the termination letter because he had signed it himself."Marco," Rendi said quietly.Marco picked up his bag of oil without taking his eyes off Rendi. He noticed the wrinkled shirt, the coffee stain, and the flip-flops Rendi had borrowed from Grandpa Harun."Good lord, Boss," Marco finally said. "You look worse than on TV."Grandpa Harun came out of the house. "You two know each other?""I used to be his driver, Grandpa," Marco said, handing over the bag of oil. "Before his fiancée called me a thief."Rendi did not reply. He had no answer to that statement.Grandpa Harun looked back and forth between the two of them, then went back inside the house. "Don't chat in my yard. There are too many mosquitoes."Marco's garage was at the end of the alley, only five houses away from Grandpa Harun's. The building was small, with a corrugated iron roof and a floor black

Rendi did not immediately answer Steven's question. He stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped right beside the window of the black car."A watch," Rendi said. "An item from the flea market.""What watch?""The watch you missed."Steven's smile faded. The man turned off his car engine and rested his arm on the door."Twice in two days, Rendi. Yesterday a statue, today a watch." Steven tapped his fingers on the car door. "A bankrupt man suddenly having such sharp eyes. Where did you learn that?""From five years of being conned. Over time, I learned to see things where the inside differs from the packaging."Steven let out a short laugh, but his eyes remained cold."I have an offer." Steven took a business card from his shirt pocket. "Work for me. You find the goods, I sell them. You get twenty percent."Rendi stared at the business card without taking it. The card was thick, black, and written in gold lettering: Steven Hale, Hale Antiques."Why would you bother offering me a job?""Beca

Rendi walked out of the coffee shop with the brown folder under his arm. Mr. Darto was still sitting inside, making a phone call in a low voice.The bus stop was across from the station. Rendi crossed the street and waited for a downtown-bound bus.His phone vibrated as the bus arrived. There was a text message from Mr. Darto."I have contacted the lawyer. Her name is Dinda Prameswari. She will meet you in front of Graham's office at one in the afternoon. Do not do anything before she arrives."Rendi read the message twice, then boarded the half-full bus.Westbrook Street was a row of old three-story office buildings. Notary Graham's office was in a cream-colored building with a brass nameplate beside its door.A large security guard stood in front of the glass door. Every guest who entered had to show an appointment letter.Rendi sat on the bus stop bench across from the building. The clock on his phone showed ten minutes past twelve.'There is still time. Let's take a look first.'R