Super Wealth System

Chapter 6

[Congratulations, Sir, your vision is now normal.]

Jack groped his eyes, repeatedly putting on his glasses only to take them off again, closing one eye alternately, and opening both eyes wide to look around. He smiled with emotion before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Jack couldn't stop himself. It felt like being reborn, seeing the world so clearly, without the barrier of lenses.

He vividly remembered how Elena and her family, as well as some of his former colleagues, often made jokes about his astigmatism. There was even a time when Tommy had deliberately taken and hidden his glasses. Somehow, Jack, who had to fumble around trying to find things due to his poor vision, had made Elena's family laugh heartily.

"System, how did you do it?" He still found it hard to believe. This felt like a dream!

[All because of your kindness, Sir. All this time, you have seen with your heart, felt the struggles of others, and have always been kind to everyone. You are able to see the gaps that others overlook. I am deeply touched.]

Jack took a deep breath. On his first day as the Host of the Super Wealth System, he had already witnessed so many miracles. In his heart, he swore he would never squander this blessing!

"System, now I’m homeless. I’ll buy a luxury house tomorrow, and tonight, maybe staying at a hotel isn’t such a bad idea."

Jack remembered there was a three-star hotel not far from there. As he passed the quiet Havrefort Street, a quaint inn with classic design caught his attention. It wasn’t the inn itself that made Jack stop, but the commotion happening nearby.

He could see clearly now, a woman with a disheveled appearance was moaning and pleading, asking to be released from the grip of the mustached man.

"Please, Sir. Let me go home," the woman tried to free her arm.

"No! I’ve rented you for the night," the man growled.

The woman begged again, "I’ve already served you. Please, let me go."

"Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve paid in full. My friends will be coming. You need to be professional! Come with me, now!" The mustached man dragged the woman without any mercy.

Of course, Jack’s heart was uneasy seeing this scene. But he wasn’t an expert in martial arts, and the mustached man was large, with muscles bulging out.

Jack wasn't sure his jaw would survive the blow of the man's burly arm. However, the woman's cries were really bothering him.

“Stop it!” Jack was determined.

The mustachioed man turned around, staring at Jack with eyes that looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

“Don't interfere. Pretend not to see this, or I'll make your eyes unable to see forever.”

Jack swallowed hard. His vision had just returned to normal, and now someone was threatening to take it away.

Jack shifted his gaze to the unfortunate woman. From the tear-filled look in her eyes, Jack knew she was hoping for help.

His trembling hand clenched into a fist. He gathered his courage.

"Why are you forcing her to come with you if she wants to go home?"

The mustached man snorted. “Little punk! Apparently, you really can't wait to go blind!”

With stomping steps, the mustached man dragged the woman towards Jack. Indeed, his every step managed to increase Jack's heart rate. Especially as he approached and raised his fist, his muscles became more defined and intimidating.

“Take this, loser!” he said as he was about to swing his fist at Jack.

“Police!” said Jack spontaneously with both hands on his head. He even doubted if his skull was strong enough not to crack. At the very least, he would receive stitches in the head from the leak.

“What?” The mustached man braked his strongly clenched hands.

“I-I'll call the police.”

Not only did the mustached man not beg for mercy or try to stop Jack from taking action, he actually laughed.

Jack lowered his hands, watching his opponent laugh uncontrollably.

"Just so you know, one of my friends who’s coming here to have fun with this woman is a police officer. Go ahead, call another police officer now, and let's make this night even more interesting."

Although Jack was momentarily shocked, he knew not all police officers were like that. Still, he now had doubts about reporting it.

‘SYSTEM, find out his weakness!’ Jack thought to himself.

[Found! Name: Paul Hogweed. Age: 40. Weakness: His wife, Grace Hogweed …]

Jack curled the corner of his lips as he looked at the transparent screen showing the mustached man’s personal information.

“What makes you dare to look at me like that?!” Paul patted his chest. “I'm the owner of this inn. People know my greatness. A smart person would respect me, but a loser would regret daring to defy me!”

“So, your name is Paul Hogweed, right?” Jack didn't show any fear on his face.

“O, you already know? Good! Remember my name in hell, because after this I will take you to my inn!” Paul grabbed Jack's hand, dragging him along with the poor woman, like dragging a child forced to take a bath.

“Sir, please let this young man go. It's okay, I'll go in with you again.” The woman changed her mind. She had been worried about her safety, but now she was worried about Jack. She knew Paul never messed with his words.

“Why should I choose if I can have both of you? Hahaha, you'll do your job, while this loser will increase my income. I'll dissect his body, take out and sell his internal organs.” Paul tightened his grip on Jack and the woman.

The woman continued to plead for Jack's release. However, she became annoyed at Jack who seemed calm. “Sir, wake up! He's going to take your kidneys, your heart, gouge out your eyes. He'll kill you!” her voice sounded frustrated, making Paul laugh harder.

“He wouldn't dare.”

Paul stopped right in front of the entrance gate. “WHAT?!” he said as he leaned towards Jack.

But Jack wasn't intimidated. He said, “In one press, all conversations recorded on my phone will be sent to Mrs. Grace Hogweed.”

Paul was wide-eyed, his face suddenly pale. In a stammering voice he asked, “How do you know my wife?”

“Don't I look like a spy? Hahaha, apparently my disguise is perfect.”

“What do you mean?” Paul grabbed Jack's shirt. He hissed, “Don't fuck with me.”

“Big mistake. I should have warned you, don't mess with Mrs. Hogweed. Or, you'd lose everything. The wealth, the inn, the luxurious amenities, even the name of the clan.”

Jack gave Paul a sharp look. He whispered, “Continue your foul behavior if you want to be Paul LACTON again.”

The poor woman was shocked as Paul released the grip from her hand. She didn't know what Jack had said to Paul, but clearly, the situation was now reversed.

“Who are you?”

Cold sweat made Paul's forehead and palms wet. The reason was that no one knew his true identity except his wife. No wonder he was scared because being a Lacton meant being poor again, being belittled, cursed at, and starving.

"It doesn't matter. What’s important is that you haven’t forgotten that Mrs. Hogweed won't be pleased to see her husband having fun with another woman. And I have a recording of you talking about the party plans you're organizing with your friends at Mrs. Hogweed's inn." Jack waved his phone in front of Paul.

"Pl-please, sir, don’t send that recording to my wife," Paul stammered. He started to think that Jack might be a spy hired by his wife to monitor him. Reflecting on the past few days, he understood why his wife had been so cold and suspicious.

Feeling his safety threatened, Paul threw away his pride and decided to kneel before Jack. "Sir, I promise I won't betray Grace again. Please, give me a chance."