The Broke Billionaire's System: Spend to Survive

Dinner with Bloodstains

"Johann, we have to get out of here right now or we're going to go completely bankrupt and die poor!"

Freya grabbed Johann's arm with incredibly powerful force. She didn't wait for an answer. Johann, still reeling from the pressure of Viktor's shadow magic, was immediately pulled toward a giant ventilation hole covered by thick iron.

"Buy a thrusting power!" Freya shouted, pointing at the iron door.

Without asking much, Johann closed his eyes and pressed the buy menu in his vision.

[ PURCHASE: MASS KINETIC BLAST. PRICE: $200,000. ]

Instantly, a wave of golden energy exploded from Johann's palm. The ventilation iron, hard as steel, shattered into dust. The two of them jumped out just as the shadow monster lunged at them. They tumbled onto the cold asphalt of the deserted street behind the building.

"Damn, that almost took my life!" Johann stood up, gasping for air. His work clothes were in tatters, leaving a collar barely hanging on and the smell of sweat mixed with the ozone scent of lingering magic.

Freya stood beside him, her breathing steady, though slightly winded. She brushed the dust off her tight black leather outfit. Her appearance was a stark contrast to Johann, who looked like a mess.

"You're really strange," Freya said, looking Johann up and down. "You have trillions of dollars, the power to blow up buildings, yet you're still wearing that smelly floor cleaner's uniform. Change your clothes, or you'll die from the cold."

"I don't have any other clothes!" Johann snapped back.

Freya chuckled, her laughter sounding very sexy and condescending at the same time. She stepped closer, her finger touching Johann's chest gently. The touch made Johann's skin crawl with intense shivers.

"In that case, let's go buy something fitting for a millionaire like yourself," Freya said, pulling Johann by the hand toward the main thoroughfare.

The two of them walked quickly through the city's dark alleys. Freya led Johann to a luxury restaurant hidden behind soundproof glass walls. It was a favorite haunt for corporate elites conducting secret transactions. Johann felt completely out of place in such a lavish setting, given his wretched state.

"I can't go in there looking like this," Johann whispered hesitantly.

"Shut up and follow me," Freya commanded.

As soon as they entered, a waiter in a pristine tuxedo approached them. Freya didn't give the man a chance to protest. She immediately ordered the most private table in the corner. After they sat down, Freya stared at Johann intensely. She didn't order food; she only ordered two glasses of incredibly expensive aged whiskey.

"Now, explain," Freya said. She crossed her long legs elegantly. "Where did that money come from? Did you sell your soul to the stock market devil?"

Johann stared at his glass. "I'm just a cleaner. Yesterday, I was mopping the floor in Viktor's office and suddenly that golden screen appeared. I don't know anything, Freya."

Freya leaned forward. The scent of her expensive perfume filled Johann's senses. "Listen, Johann. In this world, money is blood. If you have a balance that high, you're a target. Everyone from the mafia to corrupt CEOs will be gunning for your head. I don't care if you're being honest or not, but as long as you have that money, I'll protect you. In exchange, I want you to buy me whatever I want."

Johann swallowed hard. "Anything?"

"Yes," Freya replied with a mischievous smirk.

Johann, beginning to feel intoxicated by adrenaline and desire, looked at the digital menu tablet. Without a second thought, he hit the order button for everything on the menu.

"Waiter!" Johann shouted, pointing at the screen. "Order every single item on this list. Now!"

The waiter's eyes widened, then he nodded with extreme politeness. Within minutes, their table was laden with delicious dishes Johann had never even imagined before. Massive lobsters, the highest quality Wagyu beef, and caviar that cost more than his annual salary.

"You're absolutely insane," Freya murmured, laughing freely. "But I like this madness."

The tension between them began to thaw. Johann, who had initially felt intimidated, now started to feel comfortable. He watched Freya eat gracefully yet wildly. There was a powerful aura of dominance surrounding her, and for some reason, Johann loved it.

"You're beautiful when you laugh," Johann blurted out instinctively.

Freya paused. She looked deep into Johann's eyes. The atmosphere at the table, which had started as an interrogation, turned intensely sensual. Freya rose from her seat and walked slowly toward Johann’s side. She leaned down, her face inches from his ear.

"You're a sweet cleaner," Freya whispered. "But don't expect to win my heart with just expensive food."

"I'm not trying to win your heart," Johann replied in a husky voice. "I just feel that in this horrible world, you're the only thing that feels real."

Freya touched Johann's chin, forcing him to meet her sharp green eyes. Suddenly, Freya heard a commotion at the restaurant entrance. Viktor's guards had tracked them down.

"Damn it," Freya cursed. "They found us faster than I expected."

"What should we do?" Johann started to panic, his hand moving toward the purchase menu in his vision.

Freya gave Johann no time to think. She pulled him into her embrace and pressed her lips against his with intense passion. Johann was startled, but he returned the kiss fervently. The kiss wasn't just a flirtation; it was a tactic. Behind Johann's back, Freya signaled the waiter to lock the restaurant doors.

"Close your eyes and don't stop kissing me," Freya whispered between their kisses.

Johann obeyed. He gripped Freya's waist possessively, letting himself get lost in the sensation of her touch. Behind the curtains shielding their table, Viktor's guards approached, assuming they were just a couple lost in their own world.

"Excuse me, sir and ma'am, you need to leave immediately," one of the guards said in a threatening tone.

Freya slowly broke the kiss, staring at the guard with a cold, lethal gaze. She didn't let go of Johann. Instead, she reached into Johann's pocket, taking the access card that had automatically appeared in his system to pay for the entire restaurant and security fees.

"Get out of here, or I'll make sure you don't see the sun rise tomorrow," Freya said in a calm yet incredibly dangerous voice.

The guard hesitated. He looked at Johann, who was now staring back with a much calmer gaze than before. Johann felt his Wealth Core vibrate, emitting an aura of intimidation that made the guards drop to their knees for no apparent reason.

"What did you do to them?" Freya asked in amazement as she watched the guards begin to tremble in fear.

Johann didn't answer. Instead, he pulled Freya closer, looking at her with feelings far deeper than mere physical attraction. He was in love. He was in love with the courage, the wildness, and the danger that Freya brought.

"Let's get out of here," Johann whispered.

But just as they were about to step out, the heavy thud of combat boots echoed throughout the room. Viktor Reinhardt emerged from the shadows, bringing an aura of darkness that caused the restaurant lights to dim instantly.

"A lovely dinner, Johann," Viktor said with a terrifying smile. "Too bad the bill is going to be much more expensive than you can afford."