Chapter 3

The Super Crazy System Desmond obtained would guide the man to become rich and powerful in Aradonia, Mirenze Country.

Not only that, Desmond also has an evolved brain and body; in other words, Desmond is now not an ordinary human, especially with the presence of the Super Crazy System; Desmond's life will certainly change drastically.

The balance that the System provides is also a fantastic amount; if the whole world knows about his balance, Desmond is the richest person in the world.

Desmond arrives at the Primrose hotel in soaking wet and filthy clothes that everyone there looks at him with disgust, and Security even stops him from entering the hotel.

"Stop!" cried Security as he chased after Desmond and grabbed his arm.

Desmond rolled his eyes lazily; this was what he disliked about people; they only looked at someone based on their appearance.

"What are you doing here!" scolded the security guard.

"I've booked a room here. Is it wrong for me to go inside?" asked Desmond lazily.

Security looked Desmond up and down while frowning; he was unsure if Desmond was a hotel customer.

[Sir, show me the room key in your pocket]

The system suddenly gave a notification in Desmond's mind, so the man reflexively reached into his soaked trouser pocket; sure enough, there was the room key in the form of a swipe card.

"Here, still don't believe me?" Desmond raised his room key to Security's face lazily.

Security was surprised that Desmond had the key to the hotel room, "Sorry, sir, I'm just doing my job, please."

Security released his hold on Desmond, bowing respectfully to apologise to Desmond.

"Next time, don't look at people from the outside; it's still fortunate that you met me; what if you meet an arrogant person?"  said Desmond coldly while walking into the hotel.

"I apologise again, sir!" the security guard replied firmly with a frightened look on his face.

Desmond entered the hotel; he approached the receptionist, placing his room key in front of her so he wouldn't be suspected of being strange.

"Can you take me to my room?" asked Desmond flatly.

The receptionist took the key to the room. She was surprised it was a VVIP room key, so she immediately served Desmond well.

"Sure, sir, come, I'll escort you personally!" said the receptionist as she asked her colleague to cover her duties for a moment.

Desmond followed the receptionist, who took the elevator to the top floor of the VVIP room. Desmond looked at the Receptionist from top to bottom, with a beautiful face and sexy body, indeed worthy of being the sight of rich people when entering the hotel.

"Do you guys have suits here, too?" he asked casually in the elevator.

"Of course, sir, you have all kinds of clothes in your room, but if you want something you like, we'll try to find it for you," he replied matter-of-factly.

"I'll call you back later," said Desmond casually.

The receptionist nodded, not daring to look back at Desmond, as the VVIP room bookers were usually big tycoons with billions of dollars in wealth.

The VVIP room at the Primrose Hotel alone costs three hundred thousand dollars, equal to the receptionist's six-year salary. That's why in the VVIP room, the service is very special; they can ask for whatever they want according to the hotel's standards.

The elevator arrived at the top floor, the fifteenth floor, and the receptionist escorted Desmond to his room; there were only two rooms on the floor, and the rooms were facing each other, proving that VVIP rooms were rarely booked.

"Mr Emmanuel, please," the receptionist politely opened the door and invited Desmond in.

"Thank you,"  Desmond reached into his pocket and asked the System to take out five hundred dollars as a tip for the Receptionist; he took the Receptionist's hand and put the money down.

"Thank you very much, Mr Emmanuel!" the receptionist said firmly.

Desmond did not answer her; he went straight into his room, closing the door.

The receptionist smiled; she looked at the money in her hand, how happy she was to get such a generous tip; she then rushed downstairs with a flowery face.

Meanwhile, Desmond, who had entered the room, went straight to the bathroom to clean himself.

The bathroom was spacious; there was a place to soak as well. Desmond was in awe of the bathroom.

"So this is a rich man's bathroom? It's surprisingly cosy," she muttered softly as she rushed to shower.

Even though his brain has evolved, Desmond is still new to that kind of life, so he can't stop admiring every interior design in the room.

After taking a shower, Desmond opened the wardrobe, where there were many kinds of clothes, ranging from suits and casual wear to sleepwear.

Desmond, of course, grabbed his nightwear and put it on; he then immediately lay on the bed.

"I can finally sleep in a soft bed after twenty-five years of sleeping in a makeshift place; now I can feel all of this," Desmond murmured while staring at the ceiling.

Desmond grinned, "Wrenley Batford! The man you threw away has evolved; you will regret divorcing me!"

Desmond remembers vividly how for one year of marriage, he was only made a housemaid; he was not allowed to touch Wrenley's body at all, and he only fucked Wrenley once because of an accident; even then, he was half-conscious and did not feel the pleasure of the woman's body.

"System, can you buy me a house?" Desmond suddenly asked System because he thought having a house was more important than anything else.

[Of course, you can, sir; you better make a local bank account tomorrow so that your transaction is not suspicious, and I can negotiate whatever you want using your local bank account]

The system answered straightforwardly. He was assigned to guide Desmond, who was still blind to the life of Luxury; the system would also make Desmond compete in the Business world.

The reason why Desmond was told to create a bank account was so that Desmond could be seen to be doing business on his own, especially since the money from the System was very confidential, so the local bank account that Desmond would create was only to be used as a temporary stopover.

"Is that so? Hmmm, well, tomorrow I will make a Bank account according to what you want," Desmond replied, nodding in understanding.

[Sir better rest; Sir's body is recovering, so you can be fit again tomorrow. Good night, Sir]

"Good evening, too, System," Desmond replied with a smile.

Desmond was very happy that the System could also be considerate like that; he thought the System would only do his financial tasks.

Desmond fell asleep with a bright smile because he would start his new life from tomorrow.

***

The next day.

Desmond woke up after hearing the bell; rubbing his eyes and yawning, he opened the door.

A waiter was seen delivering food to Desmond's room.

"Good morning, sir; I brought you breakfast," he said politely.

Desmond accepted the tray.

"Thank you," she said as she closed the door.

Desmond brought his breakfast and put it on the nightstand because he was used to eating late. Desmond did not rush to eat it; he hurried to shower after dressing neatly, and then he ate his breakfast.

Desmond then went downstairs in neat clothes; the receptionist, who saw Desmond wearing neat clothes, was stunned. Desmond's appearance differed from last night when he was soaked; he looked handsome and charismatic.

"Gosh, he's so handsome,"  she murmured subconsciously, making her companion turn her head towards Desmond.

The two Receptionists were both admiring Desmond, they both only realised when Desmond had left in a taxi.