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CHAPTER TWO: System's First Mission
Author: NYMERIA
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«Ding!

Welcome Host, to the Wealth System».

Dean could not fathom what was happening to him. He tried to wave the the holographic screen aside, but it didn't budge, rather his hand passed through. He realized whatever this was, it definitely wasn't a dream.

«Ding!

Congratulations to Host. You have met the conditions to use the Wealth System.

100× reward on every cash earned or given to host».

Dean closed his eyes. Perhaps his brain was playing a trick in him.

«Ding!

$200 discovered in host’s account. 100× reward activated.

Host has received $20,000 in his bank account.»

At that moment, Dean's phone vibrated, he took it out of his jean pocket, and shockingly, what he saw made him question his sanity.

BANK NOTIFICATION

CREDIT ALERT: $20,000

SENDER: ANONYMOUS

Dean double-checked the notification, and it really was credit of twenty thousand dollars.

“Dean Weatherman! Where is my lunch!?” Agnes' voice could be heard from her room. Dean hadn't realized it yet, but he has spent almost half an hour with the mysterious system. He had forgotten about Agnes.

Dean stood up and immediately the holographic screen dissolved like water.

Fearing he has lost this mysterious system, Dean called out to it.

“Hello, Wealth System, you there?”

«Affirmative Host.» the robotic voice sounded in his mind. Releasing a sign of relief, Dean walked towards the kitchen.

“Coming Mother.” Dean shouted back.

*

An hour later, Dean was now seated in his room. He was checking out the system. He could feel that this system could actually be his ticket to freedom, and a better future.

“Agnes! Loveth!” A middle-aged man's voice sounded from the living room.

Dean knew exactly who it was.. Johnathan Hallfield; his father in-law, also the person who hates most.

Dean left his room and went and went downstairs, he could see Agnes and Loveth already seated on the couch, he decided to stand behind them.

“Good, you're all here.” Johnathan said and cleared his throat. “I'm just returning from the office now, and father gave me a piece of news. Apparently the Wheelers are looking for partners on their new project. Rumor has it that the project is worth a hundred million, and the partner will get half that amount.” He paused while gazing at the shocked expression of his wife and daughter. “Now.. we all know Michael once fancied Loveth, and right now, Michael's father is the person in charge of this project, and also the person who gets to choose the project partner.” Johnathan said.

“What are you trying to say Father?” Loveth questioned. Meanwhile, Agnes' eyes lit up, she seemed to have grasped the meaning behind her husband's statement.

“This is good. If she manages to get back with Michael, not only will the project be handed to us as the Wheelers’ partner, but there might even be a chance she will eventually get married into the Wheelers' family.” Agnes said with sparkly eyes.

“Mom, do I need to remind you that I'm already married?” Loveth retorted, “And besides, Michael is the very reason for the scandal that befell our family a year ago.”

“That was never proven.” Agnes countered, “And even if he was, that's basically water under the bridge.”

“The Wheelers are hosting a party this evening, and everyone who's interested in that partnership contract and project will be there, therefore we won't miss it.” Johnathan said and stood up.

“I disagree.” Dean said, his voice was just a tone above a whisper, but then he gathered more courage, “Loveth is married to me, so there's no need for her to go the party or partake in your schemes.” Dean said.

The room went pin drop silent for a minute before Agnes stood up, walked over to Dean, and…

THWACK!!

“What does a whatchamathingy like you know? And who even gave you the courage to butt into our family's discussion.” Agnes berated him with anger evident in her eyes.

Meanwhile Johnathan and Loveth didn't step in to stop her, rather their expression was that of cold indifference. But Dean didn't give in.

“You two can go to the party if you want, but Loveth is staying home. She's definitely not going to seduce Michael so you can sign some dumb contract.” Dean said, his anger was flaming, and unknown to him, his voice was actually rising, “Have you two no shame? Selling your daughter for some project, and to who? To the very man who made her suffer a year ago. So no, Loveth is going nowhere.” Dean said while his breathing became erratic. This just showed how much pain he had bottled up inside him.

For a while, no one spoke a single word, and even Loveth's cold expression cracked a bit. This reminded her of the many times Dean had stood up for her. But like an illusion, her crack mended clean. “And who gave a nobody like you the right to dictate my life and what I should or shouldn't do.” She then stood up and stared at him right in the eye. “Don't forget your status in this house. We're only a couple in name, we don't even sleep in the same bedroom. So if I want to go to a party or hangout with Michael Wheeler, you have no right to stop me.” Loveth said, her voice and tone dripping with venom.

“It seems you need to be reminded of your place in this house. So tonight, you'll be sleeping outside.” Johnathan said and turned to the stairs, “Oh, and give him some money to get food for that kid and then he should take he to Nancy's babysitting home tonight.” He then ascended the stairs.

Agnes opened her bag and took out a few hundred dollar bills and threw at him, “Here, get some food that child and pay Nancy for the night.” Agnes then turned to Loveth, “Come dear, let's head to the Mall and get our outfits sort out.” Agnes and Loveth went to their room.

Dean stood for a while but then sighed and picked the money.

«Ding!

Host has received $500.

100× reward activated.

Host has now received $50,000»

At the same time, his phone vibrated. He didn't bother to read it.

As if sensing his mood, the system did something strange for the first time, it gave him a mission.

«Ding!

New Quest: Reclaiming Your Dignity

Description: Will you take insults lying down? Or will you stand and prove them wrong by shutting them up.

Mission: Go to the party in style and claim back your wife.

Reward: 10× rebate on any amount you spend (one time reward for two weeks only).

Failure: -$100,000»

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