Leo ran across campus with surprising speed. The "Errand Boy" app was still open on his phone, the cracked screen displaying the task details in bold letters: Reward: $100.
Even after accepting the job, Leo felt like the offer might disappear if he blinked. “One hundred dollars…” he muttered, jogging past the student library. That amount alone could cover groceries for almost two weeks. Maybe he could even take Sarah out somewhere nice for a change. The thought made him smile, pushing his tired legs to move faster. The pickup location wasn't far. It was a narrow alley beside the campus supply building, a quiet spot where delivery workers often gathered to sort packages. Within a few minutes, Leo arrived. He slowed to a stop and looked around. The alley was eerie—no people, no vehicles, just the distant hum of the university. Sitting neatly on a wooden bench was a single cardboard box. Leo walked over. On top of the box was a folded piece of paper. He picked it up and read the handwritten message: "Put on the clothes inside before delivering the package to Room A203. Payment will be sent after delivery." Leo frowned slightly. “Clothes?” He opened the box. Inside was a bright red clown costume. Leo blinked, lifting it out slowly: a red jacket with oversized yellow buttons, striped pants, a large curly red wig, and a round rubber nose. Leo stared at the outfit for a long moment. “This must be some kind of joke.” He looked around again, half-expecting someone to jump out laughing, but the alley remained empty. The note hadn’t said anything else—just wear the clothes and deliver the package. Leo looked back at the reward on his phone. $100. His hesitation lasted only a few seconds. Two nights ago, he had been lying on his thin mattress, staring at pictures of luxury villas and expensive houses. He still remembered the words he had whispered to himself: No matter what happens… I must get rich. Leo exhaled slowly. “A clown costume won’t kill me.” He quickly changed into the outfit behind a brick wall. The clothes were slightly oversized, making his thin frame look even more ridiculous. Leo pulled on the red wig and clipped the rubber nose into place. He looked down at himself; if anyone saw him like this, they would definitely laugh. Leo shrugged. “For a hundred dollars… laugh all you want.” He picked up the delivery box and checked the destination again: Room A203. Leo froze. “That’s…” It was his own classroom. For a moment, he hesitated, a cold knot forming in his stomach. Then, he shook his head. “It's probably just a coincidence. Someone else in the class ordered this.” Classes were starting soon. Leo picked up the box and began walking toward the academic building. The campus walkway was busy now, filled with students chatting and moving between lectures. Several of them noticed Leo immediately. A girl walking past covered her mouth while laughing. Two boys pointed at him. “Hey, look! A clown!” “Did the circus come to campus?” More students began turning their heads. Some laughed openly, while others pulled out their phones to record the sight. Leo pretended not to notice. He kept walking, his ears burning with embarrassment, but he forced himself to remain calm. It's just for a delivery. Just a few more minutes. One hundred dollars. Leo reached the academic building and walked inside. The hallway grew quieter, but the few students present stared openly. One girl whispered loudly to her friend, “Is this some kind of school event?” Her friend laughed. “No idea, but it's hilarious.” Leo kept walking, each step feeling heavier than the last. Room A203 was just ahead. He reached the door and pushed it open. The room immediately fell silent. About forty students were already seated, and every single pair of eyes turned toward the doorway. There stood Leo, wearing a bright red clown costume and holding a delivery box. The silence lasted only two seconds. Then, laughter exploded across the classroom. Some students slapped their desks, while others nearly fell out of their chairs. Leo felt his face grow hot under the wig, but he forced himself to stay focused. He scanned the room, and then he saw him: Marcus Whitmore. Marcus was sitting confidently near the center of the room, wearing a perfectly tailored jacket and an expensive watch. His family was incredibly wealthy; everyone on campus knew it. Marcus stood up with a wide grin. “Well, well,” he said loudly. “Looks like the delivery arrived.” Leo walked toward him slowly. Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. A moment later, Leo's phone buzzed in his pocket. [Payment received: $100] Leo felt a small wave of relief. The job was finished. Marcus took the box from Leo's hands. “Thanks for the delivery,” Marcus said casually. But instead of opening it himself, Marcus turned and walked toward the back of the classroom. Leo frowned, his eyes following him. And then, he saw her. Sarah. She was sitting near the window, looking beautiful in a dress Leo had never seen before. Marcus stopped in front of her desk, and the room grew quiet again. He placed the box on the desk and opened it slowly. Inside was a small velvet jewelry case. Several students gasped. Marcus took out a sparkling diamond ring that caught the light perfectly. He dropped to one knee. “Sarah Williams,” he said confidently, “will you be my girlfriend?” The room erupted. “Say yes!” “That's a huge diamond!” “So romantic!” Leo stood frozen in the middle of the classroom, still wearing the clown costume. His mind struggled to process the scene. Sarah looked surprised for a moment, then she smiled—a smile Leo knew very well. She nodded. “Yes.” Cheers exploded as Marcus stood up and slid the ring onto Sarah's finger. Leo felt like the ground beneath him had disappeared. “Sarah…” Leo said weakly. The entire room turned toward him. Leo took a step forward, his voice trembling. “Please tell me this isn't real. What about… us? Our dreams?” Sarah's expression changed. The warmth disappeared from her face, replaced by a cold, distant look. “That's it, Leo,” she said. Her voice was calm and final. “As of today, we are no longer in a relationship.” The words struck Leo like a hammer. “Sarah, please,” he begged. “I can fix this. I'll work more shifts. I'll earn more money—” She cut him off. “I can't be seen with you.” Leo froze. Sarah continued speaking without emotion. “You have no future. But Marcus? He's rich. He's popular.” She lifted her hand, showing off the diamond ring. “If I stay with him, I can achieve far more than anything you could ever give me.” Each word felt like a needle stabbing into Leo's chest. The classroom remained silent as Leo looked around. Some students pitied him; others smirked at the "clown" who had been dumped. Marcus wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist confidently. Leo couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his way through the crowd and walked out of the classroom, still wearing the costume. The laughter started again the moment the door closed behind him. Leo walked down the hallway slowly, his chest feeling hollow. Everything he had worked for, everything he had believed in, was gone. He stepped outside the building, the bright sunlight hurting his eyes. For the first time in years, Leo Carter felt completely lost.Latest Chapter
Chapter 12: The Demonstration
The atmosphere inside the grand hall shifted. What had once been a relaxed evening of music and conversation had turned into something else entirely a stage, a test, a battlefield without fists.Students gathered in a loose circle, whispers spreading like wildfire. Phones were raised, and eyes locked onto the center. Leo Carter. Marcus Whitmore. Two names that, until recently, had never belonged in the same sentence. And yet, here they were, facing each other.Professor Daniels stepped forward slowly, adjusting his glasses. “If we’re doing this,” he said, “then it will be done properly.”The room quieted. He turned toward one of the assistants. “Bring the laptop.”A student quickly hurried forward and placed a laptop on the table at the center. The screen lit up: rows of data, charts, and numbers. Marcus glanced at it briefly, then smirked.“This should be interesting.” He turned toward Leo. “Let’s keep it simple.” His tone was calm, but there was a sharp edge underneath. “You f
Chapter 11: The First Move
The gala slowly returned to its rhythmic pulse. Music resumed, and conversations picked up again, but the atmosphere had shifted fundamentally. Even as laughter echoed across the grand hall, one thing was clear—Leo Carter was no longer invisible.Students glanced at him from the corners of their eyes. Some whispered behind champagne glasses, while others offered a respectful nod as they passed. It wasn’t an overwhelming roar of approval, but it was a quiet, steady acknowledgment.Marcus Whitmore noticed every single bit of it.Marcus stood near the edge of the hall, his expression dark and clouded. One of his friends leaned closer, shifting uncomfortably. “Bro… that was kinda rough.”Marcus didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed across the room on Leo and Lena, watching the quiet attention they were receiving.“That shouldn’t be happening,” Marcus muttered, his fingers tightening around his glass.His friend frowned. “What do you mean?”“That guy is a nobody,” Marcus said, his vo
Chapter 10: The Next Task
The applause inside the grand hall slowly faded, leaving behind a thick, buzzing silence that felt heavier than the noise itself. Students returned to their conversations in clusters, but the atmosphere had shifted fundamentally. The air, once filled with the mindless chatter of the elite, was now thick with the friction of a broken status quo. Many people were still whispering, and those whispers acted like a current, all flowing toward one person: Leo Carter. Leo stood near one of the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors, the cool night air drifting in from the campus grounds. It carried the faint scent of rain and cut through the stifling perfume of the ballroom. Beside him, Lena Hart sipped her drink, her silhouette sharp against the city lights. Across the hall, Marcus Whitmore stood near the refreshment table, his posture rigid. He was gripping his crystal glass so tightly that his knuckles had turned a ghostly, bloodless white. For years, Marcus had been the sun around which Eas
Chapter 9: Cracks in the Crown
The music inside the grand hall continued to play softly, but around Marcus Whitmore, the atmosphere had suddenly grown awkward. Several students nearby were whispering; some stared openly at Leo, while others glanced between Lena and Marcus with intense curiosity.Marcus forced a laugh, trying to maintain control of the situation. “Smarter than most people here?” he repeated, looking at Lena. His tone carried obvious disbelief. “You must be joking.”Sarah crossed her arms beside him, her expression cold. “Marcus, let’s just ignore them,” she said quietly.But Marcus’s pride had already been scratched. He stepped closer to Leo. “So tell me something, delivery boy,” Marcus said loudly enough for others to hear. “How exactly did you convince Lena Hart to come here with you?”His friends nearby chuckled. Clearly, they expected Leo to fumble an answer. Instead, Leo calmly picked up a glass of water from a nearby table. He took a small sip before answering.“I didn’t convince her.”
Chapter 8 The Gala Night
The sun was already setting when Leo returned to his small apartment. Golden light streamed through the window, stretching across the worn wooden floor. For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at the garment bag hanging from the door. Inside was the suit he had bought earlier that day. Leo took a slow breath. Tonight was the university gala, and tonight was also the deadline for the System’s task. Suddenly, a faint glow appeared in front of his eyes. A translucent blue interface slowly materialized in the air, hovering just inches away from his face. The screen floated quietly, its letters shining softly like light made of glass. No one else could see it, but to Leo, it was perfectly clear. [TIME REMAINING: 06:12:36] Leo stared at the floating screen for a moment before letting out a small breath. “So, it’s finally time.” The screen faded slowly until it disappeared from his vision. Leo grabbed the garment bag and unzipped it carefully. The dark suit inside looked
Chapter 7: The Café Encounter
Leo left the Media Building with a calm expression, but inside, his mind was racing. Lena Hart. The most famous girl on campus had just agreed to go to the university gala with him. If someone had told Leo that would happen two days ago, he would have laughed. But now, it was real. As he walked across the campus courtyard, the black System interface appeared instantly. [TIME LIMIT: 16:03:11] Leo stared at the screen for a moment. The countdown continued ticking; everything was slowly leading toward the gala. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. “If I’m going to that gala,” he muttered, “I can’t show up looking like this.” His current clothes were simple: a plain shirt and worn jeans. Nothing impressive. If he walked into a luxury event dressed like that, Marcus would mock him before the humiliation even started. Leo needed something better. As he continued walking, the System suddenly appeared again. [STARTER REWARD ISSUED] [HOST FUNDS: $2,000] Leo sto
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