2026-10-22 17:47:46The afternoon sun blazed over Golden Plaza Mall's premier luxury boulevard, casting long shadows across the pristine marble walkway. Ayan walked with measured, unhurried steps. His tailored charcoal suit caught the light with a subtle silk sheen, and his sharp, enhanced gaze absorbed every detail of the high-end shopping district around him.
Having over $276,000 sitting in his bank account was only the beginning. To escalate his System level and expand his influence, he needed to make massive, eye-watering financial transactions.
Ayan stopped in front of Gilded Crown, the most extravagant multi-story flagship store in the city. Known for housing exclusive haute couture, limited-edition diamond-encrusted accessories, and custom leather goods, the store served as a playground for Riverdale’s most influential families.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling display windows, Ayan spotted two familiar figures inside near the VIP jewelry section.
It was Richi and Riya.
Richi was leaning casually against a glass display case, carelessly tossing a platinum card onto the counter while boasting to a group of attentive store staff. Riya stood beside him, clutching a velvet display box containing a diamond necklace, her face flushed with excitement.
Ayan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold, amused smirk playing on his lips. He pushed open the heavy brass doors of Gilded Crown and stepped inside.
The store was quiet, filled with the soft scent of sandalwood and leather. The moment the entrance chime sounded, the floor manager, a sharp-looking man named Gregory, looked up. He immediately assessed Ayan’s posture, his $12,500 suit, and his commanding presence.
"Welcome to Gilded Crown, sir," Gregory said with a respectful bow. "How may we serve you today?"
Before Ayan could answer, a loud, mocking laugh echoed from the central jewelry counter.
"Well, well, well! Look who decided to walk into a place he can't even afford to breathe in!" Richi called out, turning around with a drink in hand.
Riya turned as well. The moment her eyes landed on Ayan, her breath caught in her throat. Gone was the helpless, poorly dressed student she had callously dumped outside the hotel. Standing before her was a sharp, dangerously handsome man who radiated effortless power. For a second, a strange pang of doubt stabbed at her heart, but she quickly masked it by clutching Richi’s arm tighter.
"Ayan, what are you doing here?" Riya said, putting on a haughty, contemptuous tone. "Did you come here to stalk us again? This isn't a street market, Ayan. Richi is buying me a $15,000 diamond pendant right now. You couldn't even afford a silver ring if you worked for ten years!"
Richi sneered, walking forward with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, Manager Gregory! You should check your store's security. This guy here is a broke college student who delivers food on a bicycle. He probably snuck in to take photos for his fake social media account."
Manager Gregory frowned, looking between Richi—a known regular from a wealthy family—and Ayan. "Is this true, sir? If you are not here as a serious buyer, I must ask you not to disturb our VIP guests."
Ayan didn't even glance at Richi or Riya. He treated their presence like harmless background noise.
"Manager Gregory," Ayan said calmly, his voice smooth and commanding. "How much is the total value of all current inventory displayed on this ground floor?"
Gregory blinked, taken aback by the strange question. "Excuse me, sir?"
"You heard me," Ayan replied, walking over to a central glass island containing limited-edition watches, designer leather jackets, and rare silk gowns. "Every suit, every handbag, every piece of jewelry currently on display on this floor. What is the total retail price?"
Richi burst into hysterical laughter. "Hahaha! Are you insane, Ayan? Do you even know what you're asking? The inventory on this floor is worth at least two or three million dollars! Stop pretending to be a big shot, you pathetic loser!"
Riya shook her head with disdain. "Ayan, stop making a fool of yourself in public! It's pathetic!"
Manager Gregory, wanting to end the scene quickly, pulled out a digital inventory tablet and tapped the screen a few times.
"Sir, our ground floor currently houses 140 luxury items, including four limited-edition tourbillon timepieces and our autumn runway collection," Gregory said with a dry, professional tone. "The total combined value comes to $250,000.00."
"Good," Ayan said without a single second of hesitation. "I’ll buy everything."
The entire store went dead silent.
Two sales assistants stopped folding silk scarves mid-motion. Richi’s laughter cut off abruptly, choking in his throat. Riya’s jaw dropped so wide her lipstick showed.
"W-What did you say?" Gregory stammered, thinking he had misheard.
"I said, I'll take the entire floor's inventory," Ayan repeated flatly, pulling out his sleek payment card and placing it gently on the glass counter. "Pack it up. Full payment right now."
Richi snapped out of his trance, his face flushing with red-hot fury. "He's bluffing, Gregory! Swipe his card! When it gets declined, call the police and have him arrested for fraud!"
"Yes... of course," Gregory said, his hands trembling as he picked up the high-tier payment terminal. He entered the staggering figure of $250,000.00 and held it out.
Ayan tapped his card against the reader smoothly.
BEEP!
[PROCESSING TRANSACTION...]
For three painful seconds, nobody dared to breathe. Richi held a smug, cruel grin on his face, waiting for the decline error screen.
Then—
BEEP-BEEP!
[TRANSACTION SUCCESSFUL: $250,000.00]
PRRRRRRT!
The receipt terminal began printing out a long, crisp transaction slip with a valid authorization seal!
Gregory’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets! "I-It... IT CLEARED! TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS PAID IN FULL!"
[DING!]
[Shock Value Detected! Caused severe disbelief, shock, and utter humiliation to 3 key targets!]
[System Reward: 500 System Experience Points & 1x Elite VIP Privilege Pass!]
BZZZ!
His phone vibrated softly in his coat pocket:
[DING!]
[System Alert: You spent $250,000.00 on luxury retail! Triggered 100x Cashback Multiplier!]
[Amount Received: $25,000,000.00!]
[Bank Notice]: Your account ending in ****8821 has received a transfer of $25,000,000.00. Remaining balance: $25,026,222.50.
Twenty-five MILLION dollars!
Ayan stood at the center of the store, surrounded by frozen staff and stunned onlookers. The sheer magnitude of his financial power hung in the air like a heavy cloud.
Manager Gregory instantly dropped his tablet, bowing so deeply his nose nearly touched the floor. "M-Mr. Ayan! Forgive my absolute disrespect earlier! You are our supreme guest! I will personally have all 140 items delivered to your residence immediately!"
Ayan looked over at Richi and Riya.
Richi was trembling, stepping back until his spine hit the glass display case. His face was ghost-white, his mind completely shattered by the reality that Ayan had just spent a quarter-million dollars on a whim—more than Richi’s entire yearly allowance!
Riya’s hands shook so badly she dropped the $15,000 necklace box onto the carpet. She looked at Ayan’s cold, handsome face, and then at the receipt in Gregory's hands. A suffocating wave of shock, confusion, and deep, agonizing regret crashed over her.
Ayan stepped forward, stopping right beside Riya. He looked down at the dropped necklace, then looked at Richi with a calm, mocking smile.
"Richi, you spent ten minutes debating whether to buy a single $15,000 pendant," Ayan said softly, his voice echoing in the quiet store. "I just bought the whole store."
He turned to Manager Gregory. "Everything on this floor belongs to me now, correct?"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Ayan! Every single item!" Gregory confirmed eagerly.
Ayan pointed a casual finger at the door. "Good. Then tell these two unwanted visitors to leave. They're ruining the view of my store."
"Right away, sir!" Gregory turned to Richi and Riya with a stern face. "Mr. Richi, Miss Riya, please step outside immediately! Mr. Ayan has reserved the entire floor!"
"Ayan... please..." Riya choked out, tears welling up in her eyes as she took a step toward him. "I... I didn't know—"
Ayan didn't even look at her. He turned his back, stepping toward the VIP lounge as security politely escorted a dazed Richi and a sobbing Riya out onto the street.
Walking into the lounge, Ayan looked down at his phone screen:
Current Balance: $25,026,222.50
"Twenty-five million," Ayan muttered, his eyes burning with intense ambition. "Now, it's time to visit Royal Trust Bank—and claim my true standing in this city."
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The green Lamborghini Aventador SVJ carved through the winding mountain highway, its dark-green matte finish gleaming under the afternoon sun. As the noisy city streets faded into the distance, the air grew crisp, clean, and quiet.Ayan adjusted his grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. With over $105 million sitting in his bank account, driving back to his cramped, humid attic room in the slums was out of the question. He needed a residence that matched his rising status—a place offering total security, complete privacy, and unyielding grandeur.He tapped the touchscreen console on his dashboard, setting his destination to Starlight Villa Estate.Starlight Villa was Riverdale City’s most prestigious residential mountain sanctuary. Built along the crest of Mount Solitude, it was a gated paradise reserved exclusively for top-ranking political figures, international business moguls, and hereditary wealthy tycoons. Every property within the estate spanned thousands of square fee
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CASH IS KING
The cool afternoon breeze rustled through the trees along Financial Avenue, but Ayan felt a surge of warmth and absolute clarity. The high of spending $250,000 on a whim was still buzzing through his veins, but the real thrill was seeing $25,026,222.50 resting in his bank account. He wasn't just a broke student trying to survive until the end of the week anymore. He was a multi-millionaire in liquid cash. However, holding tens of millions of dollars in a basic student checking account was bound to trigger security flags, freeze transactions, or cause unnecessary headaches. To move money smoothly and unlock high-tier financial power, he needed a private wealth manager and an upgraded account status.Ayan walked up the grand granite steps of Royal Trust Bank—the premier private financial institution in Riverdale City. The building was an architectural marvel, featuring towering marble pillars and bulletproof glass facades.Pushing through the revolving brass doors, Ayan stepped
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The afternoon sun blazed over Golden Plaza Mall's premier luxury boulevard, casting long shadows across the pristine marble walkway. Ayan walked with measured, unhurried steps. His tailored charcoal suit caught the light with a subtle silk sheen, and his sharp, enhanced gaze absorbed every detail of the high-end shopping district around him.Having over $276,000 sitting in his bank account was only the beginning. To escalate his System level and expand his influence, he needed to make massive, eye-watering financial transactions. Ayan stopped in front of Gilded Crown, the most extravagant multi-story flagship store in the city. Known for housing exclusive haute couture, limited-edition diamond-encrusted accessories, and custom leather goods, the store served as a playground for Riverdale’s most influential families. Through the massive floor-to-ceiling display windows, Ayan spotted two familiar figures inside near the VIP jewelry section.It was Richi and Riya. Richi was le
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