Becoming a Crazy rich vigilante with the correction system

Who is "L"

Leon kept staring at his account balance. It was real. The $5,000,00.sitting there was actually real.

He blinked a few times, half-expecting it to disappear.

While he was still in shock, his phone rang. “Hello?”Leon answered.

“Hello, Mr. Vergas,” a woman’s voice said politely. “This is St. Mary’s Hospital calling. I’m calling to remind you about your mother’s body. It needs to be cremated.”

Leon rubbed his temples. “Oh… right. I almost forgot about that. How much did you say it was again?”

“It’s $2,000 for the cremation,” the nurse replied gently, “and her outstanding medical fees is $2,000. The total comes to $4,000.”

“Okay,” Leon said quietly. “I’ll send the money now.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He hung up before she could say more. A few taps later, $4,000 was gone from his account.

"One problem solved"Leon muttered as he packed up for the day.

He got back to his apartment only to find his things scattered outside the building. Clothes, boxes, and a cracked monitor lay in a sad pile.

Turns out Mrs. Warren, his landlady, had finally lost her patience.

“No, no, no, no,what the fuck!” Leon muttered, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the mess.

“That’s what you get for not paying me my money,” Mrs. Warren said sharply from her doorway, arms crossed.

“I was going to pay you,” Leon said, almost in tears“I just needed more time.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that a thousand times,” she shot back. “You owe me four months’ rent, Leon. Four.”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. She was right. There wasn’t a single excuse left that would change anything.

Without another word, he crouched down and started picking through the pile ,grabbing what he thought was important,his laptop, a few clothes, and his mother’s photo frame.

Then he walked away, leaving the rest behind.

With just a thousand dollars left in his account, Leon checked into the cheapest motel he could find.

Leon pushed open the glass door of the Sunset Motel, and a rusty bell jingled weakly above his head. The lobby smelled like smoke and cheap disinfectant.

A man sat behind the counter, slouched in a plastic chair. He wore a faded Sunset Motel T-shirt and had the kind of face that looked permanently bored. His eyes were glued to his phone.

“I need a room for the night,” Leon said.

The man didn’t look up. “Cash or card?”

“Card.”

“Eighty bucks,” he said flatly.

Leon blinked. “Eighty? For this place?”

The man gave a lazy shrug, thumb still scrolling. “You want the room or not?”

Leon sighed, sliding his card across the counter. The man swiped it without looking, then tossed a chipped brass key toward him.

“Room twelve,” he said. “Don’t break anything. Heater’s busted, and the water takes forever to get warm.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Anything else broken I should know about?”

“Probably the Wi-Fi,” the man muttered. “Password’s on the wall,if it still works.”

He picks up the key,“You guys always this welcoming?” he muttered.

The man finally looked up, eyes dull and half-closed. “Only on good days.”

Leon sat on the edge of the sagging motel bed, the key still in his hand.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a dry laugh. “I need money. Badly,” he muttered to himself. “Come on, System… give me something. Anything.”

Nothing happened.

He stared at the cracked ceiling for a long time before finally giving up, kicked off his shoes, lay back on the lumpy mattress, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke again, the clock on the nightstand glowed 12:47 a.m.

Heart pounding, he checked the System interface. Still blank. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he groaned, falling back onto the bed.

Then, just as his eyelids began to close again, a cold chime echoed in his head.

(New Mission Available)

Objective: Protect civilian from imminent danger.

Time Limit: 30 minutes.

Reward: $25,000

Leon shot upright. “Finally.”

"protect civilian from imminent danger,what civilian?"he asked.

But before he could even process it, a loud thud came from the next room, followed by a muffled scream.

He froze. Another crash. Then a woman screamed.

Without thinking, Leon n rushed into the hallway. The sound was coming from Room Thirteen. He kicked the door open with all the force he had.

Inside, a man towered over a woman, his hand raised. The woman was trying to shield herself, her voice trembling.

And then Leon’s stomach dropped.

“Mira?”

She looked up , wide-eyed, bruised, and terrified. His ex-girlfriend.

The man turned, snarling. “Who the hell are you?”

Leon didn’t bother answering. He grabbed the lamp in the nightstand and swung at the man's head before he could make move. The man stumbled backward and slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Leon dropped the lamp, its metal frame clattering against the floor. He turned to Mira, who was still trembling.

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping closer and offering her his hand. “Let me help you up.”

She hesitated, then shook her head and stood up without his help.

“I’m fine,” she muttered.

Leon frowned. “You’re bleeding.”

She ignored him, moving around the room to grab her purse,her lip gloss and her phone. Her hands trembled as she stuffed them into her bag.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Home.”

He stepped in front of the door, blocking her way. “So this is your life now?” he asked, voice rising. “Selling yourself to guys like that?”

Mira’s eyes flashed. “It’s none of your business, Leon. At least I can afford the things I want now.”

“Oh, right,” Leon snapped. “You can afford everything you want after getting beaten by men like him?”

Her jaw tightened. “They’re not all like that. He was just… a bad client.” She tried to brush past him.

Leon caught her wrist. “Don’t go, Mira. Please.”

She froze for a moment and then yanked her hand free.

“Goodbye, Leon,” she said quietly, and walked out the door without looking back.

Leon stood there in the doorway, staring after her.The System notification glowed faintly in his mind.

Mission Complete: Civilian Protected.

Reward: $25,000

Experience:+ 100 XP

Credit:13 ************

It's been 3 months since the System had given Leon a purpose.

It's simple

It gives him tasks.

he completes the tasks.

It awards him.

It gave him an objective of purging Gotham city from filth,while becoming crazy rich.

Leon stood on the balcony of his penthouse, overlooking the beautiful city of Gotham.

The man who once lived in a one-room apartment now lived thirty floors above the slum. Custom black hoodie. A table filled with laptops and screens flashing live data streams.

He had climbed from Class C Enforcer to Class B Enforcer in just a few months. Class C missions had been small,fraud, scams, minor corruption cases. But Class B? Class B meant corporate crimes. Embezzlement. Data laundering. Insider trades. 

Each successful mission rewarded him with points. He invested all of them into one thing Intelligence.

He smirked to himself. “Why bother with strength when I can dismantle someone’s entire empire with a few lines of code?”

His intelligence stat now towered over the rest, and it showed. He could hack government firewalls in under three minutes. Decrypt offshore bank accounts before breakfast. Forge entire data trails while sipping coffee.

The System displayed his stats as he leaned over his desk.

ENFORCER INFORMATION

Name: Leon Vargas

Rank: Class B Enforcer

Title: The Watcher

Level: 37

Experience: 87,430 / 90,000 EXP

Strength: 8

Endurance: 19

Agility: 22

Intelligence: 100

Kill Count: 0

System Authority: Restricted (Class A Access Pending)

He turned to his wall, where screens displayed citywide feeds taffic cams, bank servers, encrypted chats. He had them all under surveillance.

“This city’s a virus,” Leon muttered. “And I’m the antivirus.”

Tonight’s mission: A corporate bribery ring involving one of Gotham’s elite construction firms,Croswell Industries. The company had been stealing tax funds meant for rebuilding slum housing.

Leon typed furiously, cracking into their database.

He didn’t even need the System’s hand-holding anymore. Since reaching Class B, the missions had become more open-ended. He planned them himself, executed them himself. All the System did was track progress and issue rewards.

He preferred it that way.

Because Leon Vargas wasn’t just following orders anymore. He was writing his own.

The mission window appeared before him.(Mission: Expose Croswell Industries' political bribery network.)

Type: Class B (Corporate)

Reward:$ 100,000

Deadline: 8 hours.

Leon stretched his fingers. “Eight hours? I’ll be done in two.”

“Let’s clean another piece of filth,” he whispered.

**********

By the time it was morning, Croswell Industries was in flames.

The evidence Leon leaked online hit every news outlet in Gotham. Secret transactions. Offshore accounts. By morning, half the city was chanting for justice.

“Breaking news. L has struck again.”

Was the words heard in every television across Gotham City. The newscaster spoke further . “This time, the anonymous whistleblower exposed CEO Warren’s offshore accounts and illegal property deals in the East District. The files were sent directly to the Gotham Police and verified within hours. Citizens are celebrating across the city as the CEO is taken into custody.”

L. A name that had become our saviour.

No one knew who he was,only that his messages came without warning, exposing corruption, greed, and the powerful who believed themselves untouchable.

On another channel, a different anchor leaned toward the camera. “Who is L? Some claim he’s a hacker. Others think he’s a vigilante with inside access. But wherever corruption hides… L finds it.”

Across the city, voices rose in every street corner.

“He’s doing what the cops won’t!” a taxi driver shouted through his car window. “The whole system’s rotten, but L,he’s cleaning it up!”

A woman in a train shook her head as she scrolled through her phone. “He’s a criminal. You can’t just ruin people’s reputations. What if he’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” a teenager laughed nearby, “Please. L’s like a digital Batman,smarter, faster, and real.”

At a coffee shop, an old man sipped his drink and muttered quietly, “Maybe he’s not even human. Maybe he’s a God.”

Online, the debate burned even brighter. Posts flooded GothamNet with trending tags. #WhoIsL #JusticeInTheShadows #L4Mayor

“He’s definitely a cop.” “No way, the cops hate him.” “He’s ex-military.” “Doesn’t matter. He’s the hero we need.”A passerby said.

********

The Gotham Police Department never really slept. Phones rang, printers clicked.

Detective Ethan Black leaned against a cluttered desk, a cup of coffee in hand. His eyes flicked between the buzzing news feed on the TV and the stack of reports spread out before him.

Another file marked L sat on top.

“Another one,” Officer Hughes muttered from his desk, tossing a newspaper onto the pile. The headline read in bold letters. ‘Anonymous Hacker Exposes CEO Warren , Public Cheers for L.’

Ethan sighed, rubbing his temples. “That makes six this month.”

“Six?” Hughes scoffed. “More like six miracles. The guy’s cleaning up our streets better than we ever could.”

Across the room, Sergeant Miller, added with anger. “Don’t start that nonsense again. Whoever this L is ,he’s still breaking the law. Hacking,and getting private information.it’s all criminal activity, no matter how righteous it looks.”

Hughes shrugged. “Yeah, but at least he’s taking down the ones who deserve it. The people love him, Miller. Half the city’s cheering him on.”

“The people love anyone who feeds them headlines,” Miller shot back. “Wait until he turns on someone they like. Then he’ll be a menace.”

Ethan finally spoke. “You both have a point. But ask yourselves this ,how does he get access to all that classified data? Politicians’ private files, sealed company records... even police reports.”

The room went quiet for a moment.

Then Officer Hughes said, “You think he’s one of us?”

Ethan said nothing,he just rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

Miller grunted and added. “He probably has people that feed him with information,alot of the officers here are buyable”

Ethan didn’t argue. He turned toward the screen again, watching the live footage of the Senator being led away in cuffs. Reporters shouted questions,citizens cheered from the sidewalks.

He tapped his pen against the desk. “Keep digging guys,” he said quietly. “I want everything we have on L… whoever he is ,we will find him.”

********

The System flashed quietly in front of Leon.

(Mission Complete)

Reward: +$100,000

Credits:50

Experience :+1,500 EXP 

Leon smiled faintly. “Another correction complete.”

Then the System came up again.

(Promotion Threshold Reached: Eligible for Class A Missions) Warning: Entering Class A will expose you to higher-level Threats. Proceed with caution.)