2026-10-22 17:46:09The double glass doors of Vogue & Co. slid open automatically, welcoming Ayan into a world of polished marble, crystal chandeliers, and subtle perfume. The store was massive—two stories of high-end Italian suits, designer streetwear, and limited-edition leather goods.
Ayan walked in, his faded sneakers making a soft squeak against the pristine floor.
At the central desk, two sales associates were whispering to each other. One of them, a woman in her late twenties wearing a sharp blazer and a thick layer of makeup, glanced up. Her name tag read Veronica.
Veronica’s eyes took in Ayan’s faded denim jacket, his unbranded jeans, and his worn-out canvas shoes in a fraction of a second. The welcoming smile on her face withered instantly, replaced by a subtle pout of irritation.
"Can I help you?" Veronica asked, stepping forward without a shred of enthusiasm. She didn't bother using a greeting. "Just so you know, our ground floor features our basic line, and prices start at $2,000 per piece."
It was an open warning: You don't belong here, kid. Don't waste my time.
Ayan didn't miss the contempt in her voice. Yesterday, a look like that would have made him shrink back, stammer an apology, and hurry out the door. But with over $58,000 sitting securely in his bank account, her condescension felt almost amusing.
"I’m looking for a complete wardrobe overhaul," Ayan said evenly, his eyes scanning the racks of tailored suits. "Suit, casual wear, shoes, accessories. Show me your best."
Veronica scoffed, unable to hide her amusement. "Look, student. I'm busy preparing for VIP clients who actually have appointments. If you just want to take photos for social media, please do it outside."
Just as Ayan opened his mouth, a quiet, gentle voice spoke up from behind the counter.
"Veronica, I can assist him."
A younger sales assistant stepped out. Her badge read Elena. She looked like a trainee—nervous, wearing a uniform that was slightly too big for her, but her smile was warm and genuine.
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Fine, Elena. Waste your morning on a tire-kicker if you want. Just don't let him touch the silk items."
Elena walked over to Ayan, bowing slightly. "Good morning, sir! Welcome to Vogue & Co. My name is Elena. What style are you looking for today?"
Ayan looked at Elena, noting her sincere demeanor. "I need a tailored suit for formal occasions, three sets of high-end casual wear, two pairs of shoes, and whatever watch or accessories you recommend. And I'm in a bit of a hurry."
"Of course, sir! Right this way to our VIP fitting lounge," Elena said politely, guiding him toward the rear of the boutique.
Veronica chuckled under her breath as she watched them walk away, whispering to her colleague, "Watch her waste an hour dressing up a pauper. He won't even buy a pair of socks."
In the VIP lounge, Elena efficiently brought out several exquisite options. She didn't judge Ayan's background or hesitate to offer him premium fabrics.
"This is a custom charcoal-three-piece suit made from Super 180s Italian wool," Elena explained, holding up a sleek, perfectly structured blazer. "And for casual wear, we have these cashmere sweaters and tailor-cut leather jackets."
"I'll try them on," Ayan said.
Ten minutes later, Ayan stepped out of the fitting room.
The change was staggering. Gone was the broke, defeated college student. Standing in front of the full-length mirror was a sharp, commanding young man. The charcoal suit fitted his lean frame perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and upright posture. The dark tone contrasted sharply with his pale skin, giving him an air of dangerous elegance.
Elena gasped softly, her eyes widening. "Sir... it fits you as if it were custom-made! You look incredible."
Ayan looked at his reflection. For the first time in two years, he recognized the fire in his own eyes. Money didn't just buy clothes; it bought posture, confidence, and presence.
"We'll take this suit," Ayan said calmly. "Along with the three casual sets, the dark leather jacket, two pairs of handmade calfskin oxfords, and that crocodile-skin belt."
Elena’s hands trembled slightly as she noted down the items. "Y-yes, sir! Let me calculate the total for you."
They walked back to the main register. Veronica was sitting behind the counter, scrolling lazily on her tablet. When she saw Ayan in the suit, her eyes widened for a split second in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a sneer.
"Done playing dress-up?" Veronica asked mockingly. "Elena, put those back on the rack before he gets sweat on them."
Elena stepped up to the counter, her face flushed with excitement. "Veronica, the guest is taking the entire selection! Here is the itemized receipt."
Veronica took the receipt casually, expecting to see a single accessory or a discounted shirt. But as her eyes scanned the numbers, her expression froze completely.
1x Super 180s Tailored Three-Piece Suit: $12,500
1x Custom Lambskin Leather Jacket: $6,800
3x Cashmere & Silk Casual Sets: $8,400
2x Handmade Italian Oxfords: $4,200
Accessories & Belt: $2,100
TOTAL: $34,000.00
"Thirty-four... thousand?" Veronica stammered, her eyes darting between the paper and Ayan. "Elena, is this a joke? He can't afford this!"
"I am paying right now," Ayan said, stepping up to the counter. He pulled out his standard black debit card and laid it gently on the glass surface. "Swipe it."
Veronica’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Her hands shook as she picked up the card terminal and entered the astronomical amount of $34,000.
"Sir... this card machine processes live transactions," Veronica said, her voice trembling, still holding onto a faint thread of denial. "If the card declines, I'll have to ask you to leave."
"Just swipe," Ayan replied coldly.
Veronica tapped the card against the machine.
BEEP!
The terminal screen loading icon spun for a single second before a bright green checkmark flashed across the display.
[TRANSACTION SUCCESSFUL: $34,000.00]
PRRRRRRT!
The receipt printed out smoothly, fluttering in the quiet showroom.
The entire store went dead silent. Veronica stared at the green screen, her face turning from pale to bright red. Thirty-four thousand dollars! In a single transaction! That was higher than her sales quota for the entire month!
[DING!]
[Shock Value Detected! Caused severe disbelief and humiliation to an arrogant observer!]
[System Reward: 150 System Experience Points!]
Ayan smirked inwardly. But the real reward was already landing in his bank account.
BZZZ!
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
[DING!]
[System Alert: You spent $34,000.00 on luxury apparel! Triggered 100x Cashback Multiplier!]
[Amount Received: $3,400,000.00!]
BZZZ!
A bank notification pop-up flashed:
[Bank Notice]: Your account ending in ****8821 has received a transfer of $3,400,000.00. Remaining balance: $3,424,422.50.
Three point four million dollars!
Ayan’s breathing turned heavy for a brief moment. He had officially crossed the line into multi-millionaire status!
Veronica snapped out of her shock. Realizing the massive commission she had just lost out on, her attitude did a complete 180-degree turn. She practically threw herself across the counter, bowing repeatedly with a groveling smile.
"S-Sir! I am so sorry! I didn't recognize your status!" Veronica gushed, her voice dripping with desperation. "I am the senior manager here! Please, let me personally pack these for you! I can also offer you our private Black VIP Membership card—"
"Step back," Ayan interrupted, his voice dropping an octave, radiating cold authority.
Veronica froze in place, her face burning with embarrassment.
Ayan looked at the trembling trainee standing nearby. "Elena processed this sale. The commission belongs entirely to her."
Elena’s eyes welled with tears of gratitude. "T-Thank you so much, sir!" A 10% commission on a $34,000 sale meant $3,400 directly into her pocket—more than her entire monthly salary!
"Pack the rest of my old clothes into a bag," Ayan said, adjusting the cuffs of his brand-new $12,500 suit. "I’ll wear this out."
"Right away, Mr. Ayan!" Elena said enthusiastically, rushing to carefully package his items in elegant gold-embossed bags.
Ayan picked up his shopping bags and walked toward the exit. As he passed Veronica, who was standing frozen in absolute humiliation and regret, he didn't even spare her a second glance.
Walking out onto the sunlit corridor of the Golden Plaza Mall, Ayan looked down at his phone.
Current Balance: $3,424,422.50
"Three million..." Ayan muttered, a sharp, cold smile gracing his lips.
It was time to pay a visit to the local bank—and then, it was time to buy something that would truly make Richi and Riya crawl on their knees.
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BUYING THE VILLA
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
THE JEALOUS EX
The deep, throat-rattling roar of the dark-green Lamborghini Aventador SVJ echoed down Riverdale Boulevard, drawing the eyes of every pedestrian and driver in sight. Inside the carbon-fiber cockpit, Ayan leaned back against the hand-stitched leather seat, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel.The feeling of stepping on the gas pedal of a $750,000 beast was intoxicating, but the real rush was looking at his phone’s banking notification.Current Balance: $104,226,222.50Over one hundred million dollars.Ayan let out a faint, quiet laugh. Just forty-eight hours ago, he was frantically searching under his bed cushions for spare quarters to buy a instant cup of noodles. Now, he had more liquid cash than most mid-sized corporations in the state.BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!The center console’s digital display suddenly flashed red, interrupting his music. An incoming call notification lit up the screen.The screen displayed an unsaved number, but Ayan knew those eleven digits by hea
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The afternoon sun blazed down on the glass facade of Apex Motors, the city’s premier luxury and exotic supercar dealership. Inside the air-conditioned, two-story showroom, multi-million-dollar Ferraris, McLarens, and Lamborghinis gleamed under warm indoor spotlights, reflecting off the polished white tile floor.Ayan arrived in a high-end luxury taxi, stepping out right in front of the showroom's glass doors. He adjusted his tailored charcoal suit, checking his watch. His bank balance stood at a staggering $29,976,222.50. Just as Ayan approached the glass doors, the sharp screech of high-performance tires echoed from the parking lot. A deep blue Porsche Panamera pulled aggressively into the VIP spot right near the entrance.The car doors swung open. Out stepped Richi, wearing a casual designer hoodie, holding a set of Porsche keys in his hand. Beside him was Riya, carrying several shopping bags from their earlier outing, though her expression was still visibly shaken from the hu
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
BUYING THE ENTIRE STORE
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
TIPPING THE WAITER
The morning sun reflected brilliantly off the glass facade of The Imperial Palace, Riverdale City’s most prestigious three-star Michelin restaurant. It was a place frequented exclusively by corporate tycoons, political elites, and high-society young masters.Ayan walked through the mahogany double doors, his new $12,500 charcoal Italian suit fitting his sharp frame flawlessly. He carried himself with a calm, effortless posture, yet every step radiated an unmistakable aura of confidence.As soon as he entered, the soft melody of a grand piano filled the air.A young waitress wearing a pristine white apron and a tailored vest walked over to greet him. Her name tag read Lily. Unlike the snobbish sales associate at the clothing boutique, Lily smiled with genuine warmth and politeness, showing not a single hint of judgment toward Ayan’s unfamiliar face."Good morning, sir! Welcome to The Imperial Palace," Lily said with a gentle bow. "Do you have a reservation, or would you prefer a ta
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