2025-08-05 16:22:43The apartment Ethan rented had paper-thin walls and flickering lights. But tonight, he sat at the edge of the worn-out mattress like he owned the world.
His phone buzzed again.
[Mission Complete. Total Earned: \$1,350][Wealth Enhancement Trait: Activated][Trait Bonus: +15% income generation, +10% charisma in financial negotiations]
A warm energy pulsed through his chest. It wasn’t painful or invasive—just a subtle change, like a light had switched on in his mind. Numbers came easier. His thoughts felt sharper. The sting of every past insult dulled.
He was changing.
Not just richer—smarter.
“Is this real?” he muttered, standing up and looking at himself in the cracked mirror above his sink.
The same face stared back: black hair messy from the night’s grind, eyes hollowed from too many sleepless nights, jaw stubbled.
But something in his gaze had shifted.
He looked... dangerous.
And the system agreed.
[New Mission Unlocked] Mission: Make your first business investment. Minimum amount: \$500. Deadline: 48 hours.Reward: Business Intuition Trait (Level 1)Penalty: Trait Lockout – No new traits for 7 days.
Ethan sucked in a breath.
He barely had \$600 after paying rent. If he failed this mission, he’d lose a week of progress—and who knew what opportunity he might miss?
“I need to move fast,” he whispered. “No more playing it safe.”
The Next Morning
He called in sick to the delivery company—not that they cared. His supervisor had stopped replying to his messages since the proposal disaster went viral.
Speaking of which…
Ethan opened social media.
The video had 2.8 million views. Captions varied:
“Broke guy proposes in public—and gets dumped HARD.” “Gold digger levels up: watch her ditch the broke dude!” “When your net worth is ₦7k and you try to act rich 🤡”
The comment section was brutal.
“LMAO I’d reject him too.”
“Bet she’s with some rich dude now.”
“Someone get this guy a therapist, not a ring.”
His jaw clenched.
He didn’t reply. He didn’t need to.
They’d see.
Soon.
Downtown, 2 hours later
Ethan sat inside a small café with a laptop he borrowed from his neighbor, scrolling through investment ideas.
Stocks? Too slow.
Crypto? Too volatile.
Franchise? Too expensive.
He almost gave up—until a flyer slapped against the glass window outside. Wind dragged it along the sidewalk.
He grabbed it.
“Mobile Coffee Cart Business – Franchise Deal, First-timers Welcome!” Initial Cost: ₦500 (~\$500 USD) Includes: Equipment, cart, branding, basic license.
A number at the bottom. A contact named “Manny.”
Ethan’s instincts fired. It was almost too perfect.
Was this the system’s doing?
He didn’t care.
He dialed the number.
1 Hour Later – A Shady Warehouse
“You sure you’ve got the cash?” Manny asked, chewing gum and scratching his beard. He looked more like a thug than a businessman—tattoos up to his neck, gold chain, and heavy boots.
“I’ve got it,” Ethan said coolly. “All in cash. ₦500.”
Manny grinned. “Smart. Banks love to take a slice.”
The cart looked legit. Small, red with a fold-up canopy, and basic coffee equipment inside. Used, but solid. The brand name “BuzzBox” was slapped across the front.
“I’ll even throw in an extra coffee bean pack,” Manny added.
Ethan nodded. “Deal.”
[Mission Update: Investment Confirmed. Business Registered.] [Reward: Business Intuition Trait (Level 1) – Activated]
The moment he sealed the deal, a rush hit his temples.
Like his brain had just downloaded a manual on small businesses.
He saw things differently now—the flow of customers, pricing strategies, cart placement, margins.
“Coffee in office districts. Discount for bulk morning orders. Add QR pay option. Boom.”
The ideas poured in.
Ethan was ready to conquer the streets.
That Afternoon – First Setup
He pushed the cart to a busy corner near a commercial plaza. Sweat poured from his brow, but his mind buzzed with energy.
His first customer was a middle-aged man in a rumpled suit.
“You selling coffee?”
“Hot and strong,” Ethan said with a grin. “First cup’s ₦100. Free donut for the first ten customers.”
“Make that two,” the man said, tossing cash.
By 3 p.m., he’d made ₦22,000.
More than two days’ worth of delivery work.
And the best part? He wasn’t answering to anyone.
That Evening – Uninvited Guests
As Ethan packed up, a sleek black Lexus pulled up by the sidewalk.
He froze.
The passenger door opened.
Out stepped Cassandra.
Her heels clicked on the pavement. Designer purse. Perfect makeup. Cold stare.
And beside her stood Liam Stone—the man who stole her, the one who humiliated Ethan in front of a crowd.
“Look who’s trying to be a businessman,” Liam sneered. “Serving coffee now? That’s an upgrade from delivering food.”
Cassandra’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “You should’ve stayed in your lane, Ethan.”
Ethan stayed silent.
Let them talk.
He wasn't the same man anymore.
“I’ll give you ₦5,000,” Liam mocked, holding out cash. “If you polish my shoes too.”
The people passing by snickered.
Cassandra leaned closer. “You’ll never win, Ethan. You’re still a nobody.”
Ethan stared at her—and smiled.
Not the fake, broken smile from before.
A calm, knowing smile.
Then he pulled out his phone.
[New Mission: Humiliate a wealthy rival publicly. Deadline: 72 hours.] Reward: Charisma Boost Trait (Level 1) Penalty: Business Shutdown for 3 days
He pocketed the phone.
Challenge accepted.
Later That Night – Planning for War
Ethan sat on the rooftop of his apartment, sipping leftover coffee, watching the city lights.
They still thought he was weak.
They had no idea.
The missions were accelerating. His growth was compounding.
And now… it was personal.
He opened a notebook and began to write:
“Target: Liam Stone”
“Objective: Destroy reputation in public”
“Resources needed: Viral campaign, witness leverage, PR sabotage”
The system rewarded results. Not hesitation.
He wasn’t going to play defense anymore.
He was going to dominate.
And make them choke on their arrogance.
The Next Mission
As he closed his eyes to sleep, the system chimed again.
[Hidden Opportunity Detected] Would you like to unlock a secret mission? Warning: Failure will result in permanent trait loss.
Ethan grinned in the darkness.
“Yes.”
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