2026-05-21 23:31:25[Beep-Beep! Transaction Approved.]
The terminal flashed a bright green light and a mile-long receipt began to print.
Mr. Sterling's smug smile completely froze.
His eyes widened in absolute horror as he stared at the glowing green screen like he had just seen a ghost. His legs began to shake.
"A-Approved?" Mr. Sterling stuttered... the blood draining completely from his face. "Fifty... fifty million... paid in full?!"
The wealthy patrons in the lobby gasped loudly.
Caleb stepped forward, pulled the card from the machine and slid it back into his pocket.
"Call the owner. Tell him to bring the contract," Caleb ordered.
Ten minutes later, the terrified owner rushed down in his pajamas, signed the transfer papers with trembling hands and ran out with his money.
Caleb stood at the center of the lobby as the sole owner of The Crown Diner.
Mr. Sterling swallowed hard. He forced a sickeningly sweet, trembling smile onto his face and bowed deeply.
"B-Boss!" Mr. Sterling stammered, sweating bullets. "I... I am so sorry for my earlier disrespect. I was blind! Please, let me show you to our finest suite..."
"Save it," Caleb cut him off. "You are fired."
Mr. Sterling's face turned completely white. "What? No! You can't! I have worked here for ten years..."
"Security," Caleb looked at the two guards. "throw this trash out into the alley. If he fights back, break his legs."
The guards did not hesitate. They grabbed their former boss by the collar and dragged him screaming and kicking out the front doors, throwing him into the freezing mud.
[PING!]
[Target experienced severe humiliation and despair. Spending validated by System.]
Caleb felt a rush of dark satisfaction.
But before he could even enjoy the moment, a familiar, arrogant voice drifted down from the sweeping grand staircase.
"Sterling! What is all this noise down here? You are ruining my graduation dinner!"
Caleb slowly looked up.
There, standing on the edge of the VIP balcony, was Julian Vance.
He had a glass of expensive champagne in one hand while his other arm was wrapped tightly around Chloe's waist.
They looked down, expecting to see the manager, but instead, their eyes locked onto Caleb.
Chloe gasped, covering her mouth. "Caleb?! How did you get in here? Are you stalking me?!"
Julian sneered, his face twisting in annoyance. "Didn't I teach you a lesson already, peasant? Guards! Why is this bleeding rat inside this restaurant?!"
The remaining staff members looked at Julian, then looked at Caleb... terrified.
"Sir..." the head waiter whispered to Julian. "He... he isn't a rat. He is the new owner."
Julian froze. "What?!"
Chloe blinked, looking at the waiter like he was crazy. "Owner?! He is a factory worker! He doesn't have a penny to his name!"
Caleb slowly walked to the base of the stairs... looked up at the couple. His broken nose and bloody face made his cold smile look completely terrifying.
"Clear the VIP floor," Caleb commanded loudly, his voice echoing through the entire building.
"Excuse me?!" Julian yelled, his face turning red with rage. "Do you know who I am? I am Julian Vance! I booked the entire second floor!"
"I don't care if you are the President," Caleb said coldly. "I own this building. And I am refusing you service. Staff, take their food and dump it in the trash. Kick them out!"
The staff immediately rushed up the stairs.
Chloe's face drained of all color.
The sheer humiliation of being kicked out of a high-end restaurant on her graduation night—by the very man she had dumped just hours ago—made her legs weak.
"You can't do this!" Chloe screamed, her perfect image shattering as a waiter grabbed her coat.
"Get your hands off me!" Julian roared as the security guards grabbed his expensive suit and forced him down the stairs. "I will ruin you! I will buy this whole block and crush you!"
"Try it," Caleb whispered as Julian was dragged past him.
The guards shoved the billionaire heir and his gold-digging ex out the front doors. They stumbled into the freezing rain, landing right next to the crying manager in the mud.
The wealthy patrons inside whispered in absolute shock. "The arrogant Julian Vance had just been publicly thrown out like a stray dog."
Caleb watched them shiver in the rain through the glass doors. His heart felt lighter than it had in four years.
[PING!]
[Targets experienced massive public humiliation, envy and shock.]
[Mission 1 Complete.]
[Mission 2 Complete.]
[Calculating Rewards...]
Suddenly, a surge of warm, electric energy rushed through Caleb's veins, instantly healing his broken nose and bruised ribs. His muscles tightened with newfound power.
[Reward Granted: Beginner Combat Mastery.]
[Reward Granted: 500 Spite Points.]
Caleb sat on the plush leather sofa in the master office of The Crown Diner.
He looked at his hands. The bruises were completely gone and his broken nose was perfectly straight.
[System Alert: Host is currently too weak to survive high-society warfare.]
[Evaluating Host's current physical state... Result: Absolute Trash. You possess the muscle mass of a sick pigeon and the stamina of a dying rat. A strong breeze could knock you over.]
Caleb frowned. "Did you really have to add that last part? I just bought a fifty-million-dollar restaurant."
[The System only speaks facts. Your newly acquired wealth is not just for buying shiny toys to stroke your fragile ego. The Spite Points you earn from generating negative emotions can unlock superhuman power abilities.]
[Formula: The stronger the envy, rage and shock you cause in others, the more overpowered your rewards become. Right now, you are a rich rat. You need to become a dragon.]
Caleb's eyes locked onto the glowing blue screen. "So, I just need to make people incredibly jealous and angry?"
[Correct. And the fastest way to reach millions of peasants is the internet. Go make them weep.]
Caleb smirked.
He pulled out his cracked smartphone and downloaded 'Global Live', the biggest streaming platform in the world... then created a brand new account.
Username: Anony C.
He did not just join random streams, he launched his own livestream.
He titled it: "Spending $50,000,000 in ten minutes. Cry about it."
At first, only a few dozen people clicked on the stream.
"What is this clickbait?" one user typed in the chat.
"Look at his cracked phone camera. He looks like a beggar," another mocked.
"Bro is streaming from the trash. Report him for scamming," another added.
Caleb did not say a single word. He just smiled coldly at them and mirrored his banking app to the stream screen.
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[BANG]The wooden panels shuddered, and the old iron latch snapped instantly. But the door didn't fly open. It smashed hard against the iron bed frame Caleb had just wedged there, holding the frame solid."Open the door, you bastard!" a rough voice shouted from the hallway.Caleb stood in the dark, his breath coming in quick gasps. He didn't answer... he looked through the small crack in the broken wood.Standing in the dim hallway was Ronald, a thick cloth wrapped around his bleeding jaw where Caleb had broken it with the lantern. But Ronald wasn't alone. He had brought two large broad-shouldered dock workers with him. Both of them carried thick iron rods, their faces dark with anger."Push it!" Ronald lisped through his broken teeth, pointing his finger at the wood. "Break it down! I want to break his arms!"The two big men slammed their shoulders against the door together. The wood groaned, and the iron bed frame began to slide back an inch at a time against Caleb's boots. Hi
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Caleb stood perfectly still while his mind went blank. His body was completely exhausted from the twelve-hour shovel shift, and he had no strength to fight a man of Ronald's size.[PING!][NEW MISSION GENERATED: HALLWAY JUSTICE][Task: Refuse to hand over your money and slam the iron lantern into Ronald's face the moment he reaches for your pocket.][Current Progress: 0 / 1][Reward: $5.00]Caleb didn't say a single word. He didn't run neither did he beg. He just stood there, his face... an unreadable mask.Ronald took his silence as utter fear. He laughed, stepping close and reaching his thick hand straight for Caleb's coat pocket. "Smart choice beggar. Let me take that cash."The moment Ronald's fingers touched his coat, Caleb moved. He didn't hesitate. He swung the old iron lantern he was carrying right into Ronald's jaw.[CRACK]The solid metal smashed hard against Ronald's teeth. Blood sprayed onto the wall as Ronald let out a sharp shriek, stumbling backward down the hallwa
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Caleb gripped the rough handle of the shovel. The wood splintered against his palms, but he drove the iron blade deep into the heavy pile of coal. He hoisted the first load, his collarbone screaming in protest as he swung the weight over the side into the high iron cart.The work was brutal. Every scoop required him to bend his torso, making his wrapped ribs grind painfully against his chest. Sweat poured down his face, turning the black dust on his skin into dark streaks.The other laborers worked quickly, shouting and cursing at each other to keep the pace up. But Caleb remained a complete ghost. He didn't speak a single word to anyone. He just kept his eyes locked on the coal, moving his arms rhythmically, scoop after scoop.Around noon, a large thick-necked laborer named Flint stepped directly into Caleb's path and intentionally slammed his empty shovel against Caleb's blade, stopping him from working.Flint leaned his weight against his shovel, looking at Caleb's clean gray sh
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Caleb forced his jaw to stay locked. He didn't come this far to fail a system task. He grabbed the iron spokes again, put every single ounce of his remaining strength into his grip and threw his entire body weight to the left.[SCREECH]With a loud metallic crack, the hardened slag inside broke apart. The iron wheel spun quickly to the left, releasing a massive rush of white steam through the pipes.Caleb fell backward onto the concrete floor, gasping for air as his chest heaved painfully against the tight cloth.From deep inside the walls, a low steady thrumming sound began to echo. The cold metal pipes grew warm to the touch as the restored heat started flowing up to the rooms above.[Progress: 1 / 1][PING!][Mission Success. 1/1 slag cleared.][Reward Disbursed: $4.00 cash generated.][Total Balance: $13.00][Current Health Status: 21%. Warning: Extreme physical exertion has caused minor tissue regression. Rest mandatory.]Four bills slid into his pocket, bringing his total to
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"Let's go," Mike muttered, turning away quickly. "We have other blocks to check on."The three men hurried down the muddy alley, their heavy boots splashing through the water until they vanished into the fog.Caleb stood alone in the dark road. He reached into his pocket and counted what was left. One five-dollar bill. Three single ones.Eight dollars. He was completely broke again.[Progress: 1 / 1][PING!][Mission Success. 1/1 revenue delivered.][Reward Disbursed: $1.00 cash generated.][Total Balance: $9.00][Current Health Status: 25%.]A single paper dollar bill slid into his pocket, making his total nine dollars. The system is ruthlessly keeping him on the absolute edge of poverty.On the porch, Nora was still on her knees, holding Lily tightly. She looked up at Caleb through her tears, her face filled with complete shock. Nobody in the lower sector ever gave up their own money for a stranger."Why... why did you do that?" Nora whispered, her voice shaking as she stood up. "
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They weren't gang members; they wore polished brass badges pinned to their lapels—the crest of the Vane Estate Debt Collectors.One of them, a man with a brutal scarred jaw and a heavy iron truncheon swinging from his belt, slammed his boot against Nora’s wooden porch rail, shattering the old pine board into splinters."Nora!" the lead collector roared, his voice cutting through the foggy alley. "Come out here! We know you're inside!"Caleb froze in the shadow of a rusted shipping container, his hand tightening around his new clothes. His heart gave a sickening thud against his bound ribs.Nora pushed the front door open, her face completely bloodless as she stepped onto the porch. She looked tiny and fragile against the three massive men towering over her. Lily was hiding behind her skirt, her small hands clutching her mother’s apron in terror."Mr. Fredrick, please," Nora begged, her voice trembling violently. "I paid the housing tax last week. I gave your runner the ten silver p
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