Rise to power with my multi million dollars system

Spring hotel

The sterile scent of bleach and cheap floor wax hung heavy in the air of the general ward, a smell Jake had come to associate with the absolute nadir of his existence. He lay still, his eyes fixed on the heavy wooden door at the end of the room. 

 Through the thin, peeling walls, he could hear the rhythmic patter-patter of Jane’s soft footsteps. He heard the gentle murmur of her voice as she comforted another patient, her tone like a soothing balm in a place defined by misery.Jane. 

.The only soul in this rotting city who hadn't looked at him like he was street trash. When the hospital demanded a five-hundred-dollar deposit he didn’t have, she had reached into her own modest savings—her rent money—and paid it just to keep him in that bed. To a nurse, five hundred dollars was a fortune. To the man Jake had become three minutes ago, it was less than the dirt under his fingernails.

.Jake looked down at the battered, cracked screen of his "scrap" phone. The device was ancient, but the display was currently dominated by a glowing, translucent blue interface that pulsed with an otherworldly rhythm.

[ Current Balance: $1,000,000.00 ]

[ System Countdown: 167:59:58 ]

."A million dollars," Jake murmured, his voice a low rasp.As he spoke, he felt a strange weight in his palm. His old, plastic debit card—the one with the zero balance and the chipped edges—began to vibrate. Under the System’s interference, the plastic began to melt and reform. 

.The dull grey colour bled away, replaced by a deep, lustrous shimmer. Within seconds, the card had transformed into a solid slab of 24-karat gold. 

 It was heavy, cold, and embossed with intricate, glowing runes.This wasn't just a card; it was a masterpiece. The raw gold and the microscopic diamond-etched circuitry within it made the card itself worth ten million dollars, far exceeding the balance currently in his account. It was a physical manifestation of ultimate power.

 Jake’s grip tightened on the gold until his knuckles turned bone-white. For years, the world had treated him like a footnote. Since the day the orphanage home had unceremoniously kicked him out on his eighteenth birthday, life had been a series of closed doors. He had slept in rain-slicked gutters and worked back-breaking jobs for pennies.And then there was Anna. The memory of her face—beautiful, cold, and dripping with disdain—flashed in his mind.

."You’re a loser, Jake. You’ll always be a loser. Don't ever call me again."

A cold, sharp smile touched his lips. 

 "Fine," he whispered. "You want me to flex? I’ll show you a flex this city will never forget."

 He stared at the blue screen. The clock was ticking. He needed to spend, not just to waste money... but to invest. To build a throne.But first, he had to settle his debts.Jake swung his legs over the side of the bed. 

.The "stupid hospital bed" felt like a cage. He stood up, his head spinning from years of malnutrition, but his eyes were burning with a new light. He walked toward the nurse's station.

 The receptionist, a woman whose face was etched with the boredom of a thousand shifts, looked up. Her eyes raked over Jake’s rumpled, cheap clothes and his hospital-issued slippers.

 "What is it, sir?" she asked, her voice flat, clearly expecting him to beg for more time on his bill.The receptionist stared at him for a long beat.

 " I want to meet the Head Doctor right now". He said, his voice filled with authority.

 "The Head Doctor is a very busy man, sir. He doesn't see patients without a—"

 "Tell him it’s regarding a million-dollar endowment,"

 Jake interrupted softly.The receptionist froze. She picked up her telephone, her hands shaking slightly. After a few minutes, she hung up, looking stunned. 

 "You can go to the office. It’s on the left."

Jake nodded, and began moving.

.

Jake reached the heavy mahogany door: HEAD DOCTOR’S OFFICE.

. Inside, a tall, broad man sat sorting through documents.

."Please take a seat, young man," the doctor said. He brought out a cold glass of water from a nearby fridge.

.Jake took the glass and drained it in two long gulps. 

Gulp. 

Gulp. 

.He dropped the glass on the table and stared at the doctor. "I’m a millionaire," Jake announced.

 "And I would like to sponsor a staff member of this hospital."The doctor’s eyes widened. 

"I’m willing to offer Jane the nurse ten thousand dollars as a bonus," Jake said. 

"And if you do this without taking a dime, I promise my next support will be a massive donation of one million dollars."

The doctor gulped nervously. 

."I... I promise to do as you say, sir."Jake took out his phone and his new, heavy gold card. 

Beep!

 The payment went through. Jake felt a surge of adrenaline. It was real. At first, he thought that. everything was still a joke, but seeing this, he knew that it wasn't a joke anymore. And with that, he decided to head out.

.He walked out of the hospital and whistled for a taxi.

."Take me to the Spring Hotel," he told the driver.

The driver stared at Jake for a long time like as if staring at a fool.

 ' Foolish kid.'. He thought.

 But he still didn't mind, without hesitation, he allowed Jake in , and turn on the engine.

Vroom!!

 Vroom!!

 And with that, he sped off.

*****

 The Spring Hotel was a monolith of gold-veined marble and glass.

  As the taxi pulled into the driveway, Jake stepped out, his hospital slippers clicking on the pristine marble. A group of wealthy socialites nearby burst into laughter.

 "Look at that," a young man in a white designer suit sneered. "Did the city start a 'beggar of the week' program? I thought this was a five-star establishment, not a dumpster."A doorman named Henderson stepped forward, sneering with visceral disgust. 

 "Get out of here, you filthy rat. You’re polluting the air our guests breathe." the man roared in anger.

.Jake didn't move. Instead, he decided to be tricky. He put on a look of "foolish" confusion. 

"But... I want to stay here," Jake said, sounding slightly naive. "I have money. Isn't this a hotel?"

.The doorman laughed. 

."A single night in our Royal Suite is half a million dollars. Do you even know what that number looks like, you pathetic cockroach?"

 "Half a million?" Jake asked, widening his eyes. 

."Maybe I should talk to your boss? Maybe he’ll give me a discount because I’m so poor?" Jake said with a hidden smirk underneath his lips.

"He wants a discount!" a woman in diamonds shrieked.

. "Someone call the police before I die of laughter!"

.Henderson’s face turned purple. 

"You want the manager? Fine. I’ll call him down here so he can watch me personally throw you into the street." He tapped his earpiece.

. "Manager Sterling, please come to the front. We have a... persistent vagrant who refuses to leave."

 While they waited for Sterling, the humiliation reached a fever pitch. The socialites gathered around Jake as if he were a zoo animal.

 "Hey, beggar," the man in the white suit said, blowing expensive cigar smoke into Jake’s face.

. "You see this suit? This button costs more than your life. You really think someone like Sterling—a man who dines with Prime Ministers—is going to do anything but spit on you? You’re making a huge mistake, kid."

 "Sterling is a shark," the woman added, looking Jake up and down with disgust.

  "He hates poor people more than anyone I know. When he gets here, he’s going to have the guards break your legs for even standing on this marble. You should run while you still can."

 Henderson grinned, tapping his baton against his palm.

. "Hear that, rat? Sterling doesn't have a 'nice' bone in his body for people like you. He’s going to enjoy watching me drag you out by your hair. You think you’re being clever, but you’re just walking into a slaughterhouse."

Jake just stood there, looking as if he "frightened" and "clueless," letting them pile on the insults. 

 They called him a parasite, a stain on the city, and a delusional fool. They laughed about his slippers and mocked his messy hair, all while warning him that Sterling’s arrival would be his "final judgment."

 The glass doors slid open. A man in a sharp charcoal suit walked out. 

.This was Sterling. He looked like he was made of ice and expensive silk.

."What is the meaning of this disruption?" Sterling asked, his eyes landing on Jake with immediate dismissal. 

 "Henderson, why is this person still on my property?" He asked in disgust.

."He insisted on seeing you, sir," Henderson said, grinning. 

 "He thinks he can afford a room."Sterling looked at Jake. 

 "Young man, this is the Spring Hotel. Our Royal Suite is half a million per night. You are trespassing. Leave now, or I will ensure you spend the night in a cell."

 Jake dropped the "foolish" act instantly. His spine straightened, and his eyes turned as cold as ice. The naive boy vanished, replaced by a man who radiated a terrifying, silent power.

 "Is that your final answer?" Jake asked, his voice now a deep, commanding baritone.

 "It is," Sterling snapped. "Henderson, remove him."

"Wait," Jake said. He reached into the pocket of his tattered jacket.

. "You said half a million a night. I think I’ll take two nights. And I don't want a discount anymore."

 He pulled his hand out. In his fingers, he held the solid 24-karat gold card. Under the afternoon sun, the gold flashed with a blinding, divine radiance. The weight of it was obvious—it was a heavy, shimmering ingot.The laughter in the driveway died instantly.Sterling, the man who had seen everything, felt his heart skip a beat. He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the card. He saw the glowing runes and the weight of the metal. He realized this wasn't just a credit card—it was a custom-forged Sovereign Card, a piece of physical gold worth ten million dollars on its own.

.Sterling’s eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing shock. His breath hitched in his throat, and his knees began to tremble. He realized in an instant that the man standing before him in rags wasn't a beggar. He was a god of wealth