The Cashback God: Spending My Way to World Domination

Chapter 2: The Shopping Spree of a God

The silence in the Grand Imperial Hotel’s lobby was deafening. Chloe’s face was a grotesque mask of regret and greed, while Jackson’s tan seemed to have vanished, leaving him sickly pale. The diamond necklace—a masterpiece of craftsmanship—now sat in the weathered, shaking hands of a flower vendor outside the glass doors.

Two hundred thousand dollars. Gone. Just to prove a point.

“Arlo… you… you’re crazy!” Jackson finally stammered, his voice hitting a high, panicked note. “That was two hundred thousand! You think because you swiped a card once, you’re on my level? You’re probably using some high-interest loan or a stolen corporate account! The police will be here any minute!”

Arlo didn't even look at him. He was too busy staring at the translucent blue screen only he could see.

[Ding! Mission 'The First Slap' Completed!] [Rewards Issued: Level 2 System Upgrade & Permanent Passive: 'Aura of the Hidden Tycoon'.] [Level 2 Benefit: Rebate multiplier remains 10,000x, and Host can now 'Scan' the net worth and loyalty of any person.]

As the 'Aura' integrated into his body, Arlo’s posture straightened. The way he stood, the way he breathed—everything about him suddenly radiated a cold, mountain-like pressure. Even in his tattered, mud-stained delivery jacket, he looked like a king standing among peasants.

Arlo turned his gaze toward the receptionist, Sarah. She was still frozen, clutching the edge of the marble desk.

“The Presidential Suite,” Arlo said, his voice smooth and commanding. “I believe I asked for it.”

“Y-yes! Of course, Sir!” Sarah scrambled, her elitist attitude replaced by frantic subservience. “But… the suite is currently reserved for the Jackson Group’s annual gala guests tomorrow. Mr. Jackson’s father has a standing agreement—”

“I’m not asking about agreements,” Arlo interrupted, tapping his phone on the counter. “How much to buy the suite’s availability for the next month? Exclusive access. No one enters without my permission.”

“For a month? Including the cancellation fees for other guests… that would be 2.5 million dollars, Sir,” Sarah whispered, her heart racing.

“Arlo, stop it!” Chloe stepped forward, trying to grab his arm with her manicured nails. “You’re making a fool of yourself! Stop acting like a big shot and give me that money! I can still forgive you for giving that necklace away if you just—”

Arlo retracted his arm as if he had been touched by a plague-ridden animal. “Forgive me? Chloe, you aren't even worth the dirt on my old bike’s tires. Sarah, charge the 2.5 million. Now.”

Jackson stepped in, his face red with fury. “Don't you dare! That’s my father’s reservation! You can't just—”

Beep.

The machine chirped.

[Ding! Transaction Approved: $2,500,000.00 spent.] [10,000x Rebate Triggered! $25,000,000,000.00 (25 Billion Dollars) credited to Host's account!]

Arlo’s phone didn't just vibrate this time; it felt like it was going to explode. He glanced at the balance. Twenty-seven billion dollars. He had more liquid cash than most mid-sized countries.

The receptionist’s hands shook so violently she nearly dropped the golden key card. “It’s… it’s done, Sir. The Presidential Suite is yours. The Jackson Group’s reservations have been… terminated.”

Jackson looked like he had been slapped across the face with a brick. “You… you actually paid it? 2.5 million? Just like that?”

“Money is god, isn't it, Jackson?” Arlo quoted Jackson’s own words back to him, his smile devoid of any warmth. “Well, your god just went bankrupt in front of me.”

Arlo took the golden key card and began to walk toward the elevators. But he stopped after three steps and turned back. “Actually, I don't like the decor in this lobby. It’s too… cheap. It reminds me of the people standing in it.”

He looked at Sarah. “Who owns this hotel?”

“The… The Sterling Luxury Group, Sir. It’s a multi-billion dollar conglomerate,” she replied, her voice trembling.

“Call them,” Arlo commanded. “Tell them Arlo Thorne wants to buy this specific branch. Tell them I’ll pay double the market valuation in cash, right now, on one condition: I want everyone currently in this lobby who doesn't work here kicked out. Especially those two.” He pointed a finger at Jackson and Chloe.

Jackson let out a forced, hysterical laugh. “Buy the hotel? Double the valuation? This hotel is worth 400 million dollars! You’re insane! You’re a lunatic!”

Arlo ignored him and dialed a number that had appeared in his mind through the System—a direct line to the Sterling Group’s Chairman.

The call connected. “This is Arlo Thorne. I’m standing in your River City lobby. I want it. 800 million dollars, cash. Close the deal in sixty seconds, or I’ll buy your competitors and run you out of business by morning.”

Thirty seconds of agonizing silence followed. Then, the lobby’s landline rang.

Sarah answered it with a shaking hand. “G-Grand Imperial Hotel… Yes? Yes, Chairman?! ...What? But— Yes! Understood! Immediately!”

She hung up the phone, her eyes wide with terror. She looked at Jackson and then at the guards. “Security! Remove Mr. Jackson and Ms. Chloe immediately! They are banned from all Sterling properties globally!”

“What?! Do you know who my father is?!” Jackson screamed as the guards—the same guards who had pushed Arlo earlier—grabbed his expensive suit.

“We don't care who your father is, kid,” the lead guard said, his voice gruff. He was terrified of Arlo now and wanted to prove his loyalty. “The owner said move, so you move!”

Chloe screamed as she was dragged toward the rain-slicked street. “Arlo! Wait! We can talk about this! I love you! I was just confused!”

Arlo watched through the glass doors as they were tossed into the same mud he had been lying in ten minutes ago. Jackson’s gold Lamborghini was being towed away on Arlo’s orders because it was "obstructing the view."

[Ding! Host has successfully humiliated a 'Tier 1 Enemy'. Reward: 500 System Points and 'Master of Business' Knowledge Packet.]

As the knowledge flooded his brain, Arlo felt his understanding of global markets, hostile takeovers, and luxury assets sharpen to a razor's edge. He wasn't just a guy with a bank account anymore; he was a shark.

He turned to Sarah, who was now bowing so low her forehead almost touched the marble.

“Sir… Mr. Thorne… what are your orders?”

Arlo looked around the lavish lobby. He felt a strange sense of calm. The anger was still there, but it was being replaced by a cold, calculating ambition. The System hadn't just given him money; it had given him a mission.

“First,” Arlo said, tossing the golden key card onto the floor. “Get me a new suit. Something that doesn't smell like poverty and rain. Second, I want a list of every asset the Jackson Group owns in this city. Every apartment, every mall, every parking lot.”

“Y-yes, Mr. Thorne! Right away!”

“And Sarah?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Call the most expensive car dealership in the city. Tell them to bring their entire inventory to the hotel entrance. I’m bored, and I feel like spending a few hundred million more.”

Arlo walked toward the private elevator. As the doors began to close, he saw his reflection in the polished chrome. The yellow delivery jacket was gone, thrown into a trash can near the desk.

The man in the reflection was someone the world wasn't ready for.

Arlo leaned back against the plush velvet of the elevator wall. “System,” he whispered. “What’s the next mission?”

[Ding! Mission Unlocked: 'The Hidden Goddess'.] [Objective: Locate and assist the heiress of the Sterling Group, who is currently working undercover in River City to escape an unwanted marriage. Spend $1 Billion on her to trigger the next major upgrade.]

Arlo’s lips curled into a smirk. The game was just beginning. Jackson was a fly he had swatted away. Now, it was time to start hunting dragons.

The elevator reached the top floor with a soft chime. Arlo stepped out into a world of gold and glass, looking down at the city below. He had spent his whole life looking up at these towers, wondering what it was like to be the one on top.

Now, he didn't have to wonder. He was the one who owned the sky.