The chat saw the $50,000,014.23 balance and the comments stopped for three full seconds.
Then, Caleb opened the most expensive digital luxury store in the world... a platform where the ultra-rich bought digital yachts, virtual real estate and exclusive server crowns.
He clicked on a digital mega-yacht that cost $500,000.
[Tap]
Purchased.
The chat section exploded.
"Wait... did he just buy that? That is half a million dollars!"
Caleb did not stop. He clicked on the most expensive virtual mansion... $1,000,000.
[Tap]
Purchased.
Then, he went to the global gift leaderboard and started dropping millions of dollars in virtual gifts on random, zero-viewer channels.
He also bought out the entire digital inventory of the platform's rarest items.
Ten virtual dragons... Fifty digital castles... A hundred global server announcements. Every single server on the app pinged with his name.
In less than five minutes, Caleb burned through exactly $50,000,000.
The internet completely broke.
Thousands of viewers flooded into his stream... then tens of thousands... then two million.
The chat moved so fast it was a blinding blur of colors.
"Is this real life?! He is spending millions like it's toilet paper!"
"Who is this guy?! The servers are crashing!"
"I work eighty hours a week just to eat, and he just dropped my entire family's life savings on a virtual dragon! I hate him so much!"
"He is insane! A total madman!"
Within minutes, screenshots of his absurd spending spree hit every social media platform and were also trending at number one globally.
The netizens went into a frenzy of absolute envy and shock.
They quickly crowned him with a viral nickname.
"The Mad Billionaire."
Caleb watched the viewer count hit three million. He saw the pure rage and extreme jealousy in the comments. People were furious that a stranger was throwing away generational wealth for a joke.
[PING!]
[Massive public envy detected!]
[Severe shock and rage generated!]
[Spite Points accumulating: +10,000... +50,000... +100,000... +500,000!]
The robotic voice in his head sounded almost pleased.
[Maximum threshold reached. Dispensing Game-Breaking Rewards.]
Suddenly, a massive surge of pure, white-hot energy exploded inside Caleb's chest.
He dropped his phone and fell to his knees on the thick office floor, grabbing his shirt as his body caught fire from the inside.
His bones popped and cracked loudly.
[Crack! Pop!]
His skinny, malnourished body began to violently morph. His muscles tore and rebuilt themselves in seconds, expanding with explosive, raw power. His shoulders broadened heavily and his core hardened into solid stone.
He grew three inches taller... his posture straightening with pure, undeniable dominance.
[Reward Granted: Peak Human Physique.]
Then, a sharp, freezing jolt of electricity hit his brain.
His vision blurred... then everything became terrifyingly sharp.
Every book he had ever read, every face he had ever seen and every number he had ever calculated locked perfectly into his mind. He could recall the exact thread count of the rug he was kneeling on.
[Reward Granted: Perfect Memory.]
The electricity pulsed deeper into his mind, forcefully wiring complex psychological tactics, manipulation techniques and business strategies directly into his nervous system.
[Reward Granted: Advanced Negotiation Skills.]
Caleb stood up slowly. He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master office.
He stared at his reflection... the dirty, exhausted factory worker was completely gone.
Standing in the mirror was a tall, heavily muscled predator.
His jawline was sharp, eyes were cold, calculating and full of dangerous power.
He looked like a man who owned the world.
He clenched his fist. He could feel the terrifying, super strength coursing through his veins.
[BZZZ! BZZZ!]
His cracked phone vibrated on the floor.
Caleb picked it up.
It was not a notification from the stream... the stream had been forcefully disconnected.
His phone screen completely went black. Then, a single, highly encrypted text message appeared on the dark screen:
"Impressive display, Mad Billionaire. But money alone does not buy true power in this city."
Caleb narrowed his newly enhanced eyes. His perfect memory instantly memorized the encrypted routing number of the sender.
A second message appeared:
"I invite you to the Mingle Club at midnight tomorrow. Come alone. Let us see if your bite matches your wallet."
Attached to the text was a single digital barcode and a set of VIP coordinates located deep underground.
Caleb stared at the screen.
His advanced negotiation skills instantly analyzed the tone of the message and it was clearly not a threat... it was a high-stakes invitation from someone extremely dangerous... a mysterious, powerful woman with enough reach to hack directly into a billionaire's livestream and phone.
A dark, excited smile spread across his perfect face.
"Mingle Club..." Caleb whispered to himself in the empty room. "Let's see how much envy I can cause underground."
...
The afternoon sun shined brightly over Central Luxury Plaza, the most expensive and exclusive high-end shopping mall in the entire city.
Inside a private VIP diamond boutique on the top floor, Chloe was clutching Julian Vance’s arm tightly. Her eyes were still puffy and red, and her face was completely pale.
She had spent the entire morning crying into her pillow after the brutal, crushing humiliation they had suffered the previous night at The Crown Diner.
"Julian, that factory rat must have used some kind of stolen or fake black card last night!" Chloe whined, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and desperation. "There is absolutely no way a dirty, pathetic loser like Caleb could buy a fifty-million-dollar restaurant! He probably scammed an old lady or found a glitch in the banking system. You have to tell your father to put him in jail!"
Julian’s face twisted into an ugly, furious scowl at the mere mention of Caleb's name. His fist clenched so hard that his multi-million-dollar diamond watch rattled against his wrist.
"Shut up about that garbage, Chloe," Julian hissed, trying desperately to rebuild his shattered, arrogant pride. "My father is already having his top corporate investigators look into that loser. No one throws a Vance out of a building and gets away with it. He will be begging for mercy in the streets by the end of the week. Today, we are here for shopping. Forget about the rat. Pick whatever diamond necklace you want, money is nothing to me."
Chloe’s eyes instantly lit up with pure, unadulterated greed. She looked down at a stunning, custom-crafted five-million-dollar diamond necklace sitting beneath the pristine glass case.
"Oh, Julian! You are truly the only real billionaire in this city!" she cheered, her submissive, adoring smile returning in full force.
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Marlin's back slammed into the partition. He let out a sharp gasp of pain, holding his hands up in terror!"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mr. Pembroke!" Marlin squeaked, tears of fake panic welling in his eyes as he winced against the wall. "I tripped! My boot caught the rug! Please don't hit me! I'll pay for your dry cleaning! I'll spend my whole daily allowance!"Derrick raised his hand to strike Marlin across the face, but Director Alden Pryce suddenly walked onto the second-floor balcony!"What is the meaning of this commotion?!" Director Alden barked from above!Derrick shoved Marlin away in disgust, letting go of his sweater collar. "Nothing, Director! Just this clumsy lower-sector rookie spilling coffee like an idiot!""Clean up this mess, Author, and get to your desk!" Director Alden ordered sternly."Y-Yes, Director! Right away!" Marlin squeaked, dropping to his knees with a rag to wipe the spilled coffee off the floorboards, keeping his head bowed low.Derrick sneered down at hi
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Marlin stood by his desk catching his breath like a man who had barely escaped execution.He packed his simple duffel bag, giving Toby a nervous, apologetic nod."I guess I'm moving upstairs, Toby," Marlin whispered timidly.Toby stared at him in absolute, paralyzed awe. "Marlin... you got promoted to Tier Three in your first twenty-four hours... nobody does that...""I guess I got lucky," Marlin squeaked softly, throwing his bag over his shoulder and hurrying out the door toward the transit elevators.The iron elevator ground upward through the granite mountain core, its steam cables humming with immense power.Marlin stood near the back of the iron cage, holding his duffel bag over his shoulder.He was completely alone in the elevator.The moment the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent, Marlin’s timid shivering posture vanished completely.He straightened his back and roll his shoulders, his eyes turning cold, calm, and razor-sharp.He pulled up his system interface.[PIN
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Mr. Drake stepped up sweating profusely while pointing at Marlin. "Inspector! This is Marlin Author, the new transfer! He handled three hundred tax files yesterday!"Magnus Croy snatched Marlin's master ledger folder from the desk, flipping the pages open with a cold, mocking smirk."Let me see what kind of trash accounting a lower-sector rookie produces," Magnus Croy sneered.The entire office hall went dead silent. Two hundred clerks held their breath in terror, expecting Marlin to be fired on the spot.Marlin stood by his desk, nervously fidgeting with his ink-stained fingers, bowing his head slightly and swallowing hard like a terrified young clerk waiting for his punishment—while beneath his timid facade, his mind was already calculating every move.Magnus turned the heavy parchment pages with an arrogant snap of his wrist, his gold rings clicking loudly against the paper.Page ten... page thirty... page fifty...His sneer slowly began to fade. The numbers were impossibly clean
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Walking casually down the quiet stairs toward Sub-level 3, Marlin looked like an ordinary clerk returning to drop off an evening ledger.Near the iron doors of the Records Vault, two armored Citadel guards were standing post, holding electric shock-spears.The lead guard held up his hand. "Halt! Records Vault is closed after eight o'clock! State your business, clerk!"Marlin walked up smoothly, offering a warm, friendly smile."Evening, officers," Marlin said politely, holding up the official pass. "Mr. Drake sent me down to deposit the evening tax logs into Vault Section B. Here's the authorization pass."The guard took the pass, running it under his belt scanner.[BEEP!][PASS STATUS: APPROVED (AUTHORIZATION: MANAGER DRAKE)]The guard grunted, unlocking the iron deadbolts. "Keep it quick kid. We lock the main gates in ten minutes.""Thanks, officer. I appreciate it," Marlin said with a pleasant nod, stepping smoothly into the dark vault corridor.The Deep Records Vault was a vast u
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If someone tried to buddy up to him, they would eventually notice his habits, ask questions about where he went at night, or get caught in the crossfire when things went down.Cutting people off immediately is the cleanest, safest way to ensure absolute operational security.Just then, a loud angry voice echoed from the front of the office hall."AUTHOR! MARLIN AUTHOR!"A tall balding man in an overpriced silk vest walked down the central aisle, slamming a thick leather folder onto Marlin's desk.It was Mr. Drake, the Head Audit Manager of Sector Four.Drake had a red face, small greedy eyes and a sharp, arrogant demeanor. He looked at Marlin's simple clothes with obvious condescension."You're the new transfer from the outer province?" Drake sneered, tapping the folder. "Listen to me, Author. You're at the bottom of the ladder here. I want these three hundred municipal tax files reconciled, balanced and cataloged by six o'clock tonight."Toby gasped softly beside Marlin, but quickly
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He reached out and tapped the System Facelift Module on the screen.[HUMMM!]A warm, tingling sensation washed over Caleb’s face, shoulders and chest.His sharp, intense jawline softened into a friendly, handsome structure. His dark hair shifted into a casual brown tone, and his cold, unblinking eyes softened into clear, light and easygoing eyes. His tall body relaxed into the casual posture of an ordinary twenty-four-year-old man.Valerie blinked in total shock, taking a step back as she looked at the young man standing in front of her.The terrifying "Devil Chairman" who had dismantled corporate dynasties was completely gone. In his place stood a friendly, harmless-looking young guy who looked like a fresh university graduate."My god, Caleb..." Valerie whispered, marveling at the disguise. "I'm looking right at you, and I can't feel a trace of your presence."Caleb—now looking and sounding like Marlin Author—looked at his reflection in the dark glass window. He cleared his thro
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