SPEND OR DIE: THE GOURMET WEALTH SYSTEM

Chapter 6: Down Under.

[The countdown; 20, 19, 18……6,5,4,3,2! Pause mission accomplished]

[Congratulations Killan Quinn]

Killan held his chest as his heart thumped loudly, if his credit card hadn’t swiped its last few dollars, he would have ended up in the pool of his own blood, again!

“That was freaking close!”

“Are you okay sir?” The attendant at the Richard Milli store questioned worriedly as she handed back to him his credit card. Her emerald green eyeballs shifted wearily.

“No thank you, you can pack my purchases, the cab awaits.”

The woman’s brow creased slightly before she sank her face back to its neutral form, it was the strangest occurrence that a man spent over six million dollars on the spot came in a fucking cab. To Killan’s relief, she kept her opinion to herself and called on the messengers to walk the generous customer to his car.

Killan felt powerful! A relief to the agitation he had felt a few minutes earlier when he had almost exceeded the stipulated timeframe. Two hefty men followed him behind with tall trolleys containing his massive purchases. The cab man who had been patiently waiting bowed slightly as he approached, getting paid ten times his usual price, enough to make any human subservient.

As Killan finally alighted in front of his old apartment building, the cab driver’s face dropped drastically, Killan appeared like a crazy spender, living in a slum while spending so recklessly, Killan knew how weird it was but he laughed it off humorously and exited the cab with his massive purchases.

Now the problem was compounded, the rat breeding room turned out too small to contain his new designer collections.

“Can you at least be fucking reasonable? How am I supposed to live here with all these?” He yelled into space hoping for a face off with the obnoxious wealth system. Disappointingly, the system never appeared.

Killian angrily shoved the designer bags aside and jumped on the bed, he pouted for a long while before finally settling on distracting himself. He brought out his phone and switched on the internet, to his surprise, the first five articles that turned up had his name boldly written on it,

Every event of the day turned to numerous controversial questions. The blacklisted nameless chef suddenly turned Longrich Hotel’s top investor was massive but not as crazy as his pictures taken in all the top designer stores he visited that day, his massive purchases.

There were varying opinions, Killan was laughing because none of it was close to the real truth, if only they knew.

One of the articles captured Henry Calvery’s priceless expression at the hotel, another more reason for Killan to wish he could hug the wealth system badly.

[You hug me; you die]

Killan jumped on his feet, he was caught off guard by the system, the buzzing sound didn’t precede.

[Before you ask, I updated]

It was reading Killan’s mind again, he figured. He had probably let his guard down or the system might actually be able to read his mind anyway, he couldn’t be certain, not yet.

“Oh! I wasn’t about to ask anyway.”

If the system had been human, they could have sensed the cold snap but the system totally ignored it making Killan more pained.

[Mission 1 reward: Royalty Prawn Dish]

[Lost in time, 19AD during the World’s Longest Drought]

“Wait dude, sorry, wait master…whatever, look around you, I can’t make a kitchen right here in this extremely cozy space, can we do something about this first?” Killan interrupted but the system ignored his rambling and continued.

[Unlock the technique finally with one minute task]

[Take a short survey]

Killan chuckled! Was this old geezer kidding him? Isn’t it funny that nothing about food had appeared in the room yet but he was obliged to keep his own end of the bargain, was he being cheated right now?

[Survey 1:How do you feel spending massive amounts of money?]

[Survey 2: How would you love your workspace, modern or historical?]

[Survey 3: What would your ideal instructor like like?”]

Killan’s responses were fast, who would be crazy to want an historical kitchen and of course his fantasy remained sharp, he would pick watching Taylor Swift handing him a cook manual anywhere in the world.

Unknown to him, he had just picked his prison.

Killan spent the next three days in a void space, a large modern kitchen with all basic necessities and a hot looking instructor exactly In Taylor Swift’s flesh teaching him some fucking ancient prawn dish . That scared him the most.

On the third day, Killan returned into his room after successfully making a perfect prawn dish after over seventy eight trials. His fucking Taylor Swift instructor was more bitchy than the real deal.

Killan’s return of course was met with massive surprises. On the Internet, Henry had released a statement debunking getting hoist by Killan Quinn. He had laughed excessively while making the interview, it wasn’t convincing enough but the internet never cares about the truth but who had the greatest storytelling skill.

“The rejected chef is an oppressor guy, he showed up at my inaugural dinner with cunningness.Now, he had crawled back into his shell.”

Henry laughed, and so did Killan, not because he had his comeback well structured yet but he knew the system a little too well, it thrives on oppression.

And he wasn’t wrong, the system appeared suddenly, it seemed to be in distress as it typed hastily.

[ Mission 2: 10million dollars to be spent in 19 minutes]

Was this a glitch or ….? Probably, the system is crazy.

Killan waited for a change or further instructions but it never came, the words stood stuck, written in green ink. The stopwatch counted down aggressively.

Was this going to be another painful death? Killan thought desperately.

He had almost given up when an idea surged in his mind, a crazy idea, since the world loves comics, he was going to show them what being dramatic actually looks like.