The God of Wealth's System

Chapter 9

That night, Sean did not head to the hotel. He instructed his rental limousine driver to pull over in a derelict industrial area on the outskirts of Sector 5. Tucked behind a waste processing warehouse reeking of rusted metal stood a heavy steel door, guarded by men in black suits concealing submachine guns beneath their waistbands.

A light drizzle fell, wrapping Sector 5 in a cold, thin mist. At a seemingly abandoned pier stood a container warehouse labeled 101. There were no signs of life outside, but behind its walls lay a freight elevator that descended three floors underground.

The Vault. That was the name of the most exclusive illegal casino and auction house in the city. A place where money had no serial numbers and the law had no teeth.

Sean Alexander stepped out of the elevator, his head obscured by a black hoodie. His cargo pants were slightly damp from the rain, and his scuffed boots stood in stark contrast to the gleaming white marble floors of the subterranean lobby.

"Sorry, kid. Food deliveries go to the back door," intercepted a giant guard with an earpiece. His massive hand pressed against Seans chest, halting his progress.

Sean looked up slightly, revealing sharp, piercing eyes from the shadow of his hood. "Im not here to deliver food. Im here to buy things you dont sell to ordinary people."

Sean produced a silver access card he had obtained through his connections at the auction with Isabella. The guard froze, scanned the cards authenticity with a handheld device, and then bowed stiffly. "Please come in, sir... forgive my rudeness."

As the main hall doors swung open, the scent of Cuban cigars, expensive perfume, and top-tier alcohol immediately assaulted Seans senses. In the center of the room, high-stakes gambling tables were surrounded by men in tuxedos and women in silk gowns flaunting jewelry worth millions.

"Who is this scruffy youth?" whispered a blonde woman named Emma, the mistress of a real estate tycoon. She sipped her champagne while eyeing Sean with disgust. "Are the doormen really letting sewer rats in now?"

"Probably someones left-behind assistant," timpal Baron, a stout man with emerald rings on every finger. He laughed mockingly, his voice intentionally loud so Sean would hear. "Hey, kid! If you need spare change for the bus ride home, wait outside. Well toss you the leftover coins later!"

Laughter erupted around the Baccarat table. Sean remained calm. Before his eyes, the blue system screen began to flicker.

[Eye of Appraisal Lvl 2: Active]

[Target: Main Baccarat Table]

[Win Probability: 98% with Aura Manipulation]

Sean walked toward the most prestigious table, where Baron and three other tycoons were playing. He pulled out an empty chair and sat down casually.

"I am in for a round," ucap Sean sambil menjatuhkan tumpukan uang tunai—seluruh sisa modalnya—ke atas meja.

"Five hundred thousand dollars?" Dante raised an eyebrow and burst into laughter. "Thats just tip money for us, kid. But fine, I love watching poor people lose their last cent. Lets make him cry tonight."

The game began. Baron bet heavily on the Banker, while Sean calmly placed everything on the Player.

"You are a fool, kid. Statistics show the Banker will win this round," ejek seorang bernama Henry, pewaris tahta industri perkapalan.

[System: Activating Probability Distortion]

The cards were revealed. Player: 9. Banker: 0.

"Natural," ucap dealer dengan suara datar. "The winner is the gentleman in the back chair."

The laughter from Baron and the others died instantly. His face flushed a deep red. "Just beginners luck. Carry on!"

Two rounds, three rounds, up to the tenth round—Sean never lost. The pile of chips in front of him had now reached three million dollars. The atmosphere at the table turned suffocating. The people who had been mocking him earlier now gathered behind him, whispering in hushed, terrified tones.

"Who is he, really?" whispered Emma, who was now moving closer to Seans chair, her eyes no longer filled with disgust but with intense curiosity.

"Enough games!" Baron slammed the table. "Cash means nothing here. Its time for The Black Box auction session. Items of priceless value. Lets see if your luck holds up there."

The auction stage opened. Several antiques sold for high prices, but Sean remained silent. Finally, a heavy steel box was brought out. Inside was a rough, black stone caked in dry earth, about the size of a human head.

"Item number 12. A meteorite found in the Ural Mountains. Our mineral experts consider this a common iron stone with low nickel content. Opening bid: two hundred thousand dollars," ucap sang pelelang.

"More trash," cemooh Dante. "Only a madman would buy a doorstop for the price of a sports car."

Sean narrowed his eyes. Through the Eye of Appraisal, the stone was no longer black. It emitted a brilliant purple radiation, indicating an extraterrestrial material never before discovered on Earth.

"Two hundred thousand dollars," Seans voice cut through the silence.

Baron smirked. He felt this was his moment for revenge. "Three hundred thousand! I wont let this brat get another thing!"

"Five hundred thousand," Sean countered instantly.

"Seven hundred thousand!" Baron stood up, sweat beading on his forehead. "I know you want it, young man! I will drive the price up until you are bankrupt!"

"One million dollars," Sean said, staring the old man down with a defiant gaze. "Stop now, or you will regret wasting your money on this piece of trash, Lord Baron."

Baron felt his pride being trampled. He saw the women around him looking at Sean with admiration for his boldness. "One million five hundred thousand dollars! Take it if you dare!"

Sean paused for a second, then a thin smirk played on his lips—a smirk that signaled the trap had closed. "Fine. You win, Baron. Enjoy your stone."

Baron laughed triumphantly. "Hahaha! Look! He gave up! Finally, you realize your place, Loser!"

Baron completed the payment immediately. Wanting to show off, he demanded the stone be split on the spot with a diamond saw to reveal his new collection.

Krrrrkkkk....

The stone split open. And the inside... was nothing but common black iron ore. No crystals, no gold. Just raw material worth no more than a hundred dollars.

"What?! This... this is impossible! Where is the core?!" raung Silas.

"I told you, its a trash stone," ucap Sean sambil bangkit dari kursinya. "Thanks for helping me waste your money, Baron."

The entire room erupted in laughter, this time mocking Baron—the high-rolling gambler who had just thrown away $1.5 million on a rock.

"Then, what is it you actually want, Mr...?"

"Sean. Sean Alexander," ucap Sean memperkenalkan diri pada semuanya.

"Yes, what is it you truly desire, Mr. Alexander?" asked the auctioneer, who was beginning to show Sean genuine respect.

Sean pointed toward a small, nearly ignored box in the corner of the stage—an ancient pocket watch with a dead movement and cracked glass. "That item. How much?"

"Oh, thats just an add-on. A pocket watch from a shipwreck. It has no value. Fifty thousand dollars."

Sean paid without hesitation. Silas mocked him again, "You laugh at me for buying a stone, yet you buy a piece of junk?"

Sean didnt answer. He pressed a hidden button on the back of the watch using a technique provided by the system.

Click.

The watch casing popped open, revealing a gold-plated memory chip and a Blue Moon diamond hidden within the mechanical gears.

"My God! Thats the lost Heart of the Ocean!" shouted a jewelry expert in attendance. "Its value... its worth over five million dollars!"

The room exploded. The tycoons stood agape. Baron slumped into his chair, realizing he had just been utterly defeated by the youth he had dismissed.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around Sean shifted. The beautiful women who had previously looked down on him now flocked to his side.

"Sir, do you need a companion to celebrate this win?" whispered Emma, softly stroking Seans shoulder, her seductive perfume wafting toward him.

"I have a luxury suite upstairs; perhaps we could discuss investments?" sahut wanita lain dengan gaun merah terbuka, mencoba menyelipkan kartu namanya ke saku jaket Sean.

These socialite women now swarmed Sean, elbowing each other to stand closest to the man who had just raked in millions in a single night. They no longer saw his cheap black hoodie; they saw an aura of absolute power and wealth.

Sean coldly brushed Emmas hand off his shoulder. He looked at them all with a gaze of pure disdain. "Earlier, you called me a sewer rat. Now you want to be part of the sewer?"

He stood up, pulling his hood back over his head. "Keep your charms. I have more important things to do than entertain women who only love the digits in a bank balance."

Sean walked away, leaving behind a stunned crowd of women and elitists with shattered pride. In his hand, he held the key to clearing his name tomorrow morning.

"System, what is my balance now?" Sean whispered as he entered the elevator. "Tomorrow, I will buy everything I want before finally heading to the District 4 Police Station and making them all kneel."

[Gambling Mission: Complete]

[Total Balance Collected: $6,300,000]

[Underground Reputation: The Legend]

Sean Alexander smiled. Tonight, he was the king of the shadows. Tomorrow, he would be a god to those who believed the law could be bought.

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to be continued ...