2026-10-22 17:49:33The 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 humiliating scene at Gilded Crown.
"Richi, are you sure we should be buying another car today?" Riya asked, her voice laced with lingering anxiety. "What happened at the store earlier... that guy—"
"Forget about that!" Richi snapped angrily, his face darkening. "I don't know where that loser got that credit card or whose money he was playing with, but today my dad approved my $300,000 allowance upgrade! I’m getting that convertible Audi R8 today!"
As they walked toward the entrance, Riya’s eyes caught sight of the tall, imposing figure standing near the glass doors.
Her steps faltered instantly. She stared at the sharp charcoal three-piece suit, the handmade calfskin shoes, and the effortless, commanding aura radiating from the man. When her eyes met his face, her mind short-circuited.
"A-Ayan...?" Riya gasped, clutching her shopping bags tighter.
Richi froze, turning his head. When he recognized Ayan, his jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with pure hatred.
"You again?!" Richi sneered, stepping forward aggressively. "What, did you follow us here, you stalker? You spent your entire life savings buying out a clothing store to impress Riya, and now you're pretending to shop for supercars?"
Ayan stood calmly, his hands resting casually in his suit pockets. He looked at Richi as if looking at an insignificant insect.
"Stalking you?" Ayan let out a faint, mocking chuckle. "Richi, the world doesn't revolve around your small bank account."
"You little trash!" Richi shouted, his face turning red. "Do you even know where you are? This is Apex Motors! The cheapest car here costs more than your entire family's net worth!"
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the dealership staff. A senior sales manager named Mark, wearing a sharp tuxedo, trotted over with a professional smile.
"Ah, Young Master Richi!" Mark greeted warmly, bowing slightly before the known billionaire heir. "Welcome back! Are you here to look at the new Audi arrival?"
Richi puffed his chest out, pointing a finger at Ayan. "Mark! Look at your security! You're letting broke bums wander around the showroom! Get your guards to kick this loser out before he scratches the paint on these cars!"
Mark looked at Ayan, assessing his sharp suit, but seeing no security detail or familiar entourage, he turned cautious. "Sir, if you don't have an appointment or proof of purchasing power, I must ask you to step outside. Our vehicles start at $300,000."
Ayan ignored Mark's polite warning. Instead, his eyes wandered past them, landing on the center display platform where a true mechanical monster sat under the spotlights.
It was a limited-edition, dark-green matte Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. Its sharp, aggressive carbon-fiber body lines, massive rear wing, and exposed V12 engine radiated pure, unbridled power.
"Is that your Porsche outside, Richi?" Ayan asked casually, walking toward the center platform.
Richi sneered. "Yeah! $250,000 pure German engineering! Something you won't touch in ten lifetimes!"
Ayan stopped beside the dark-green Lamborghini. He turned to Mark and asked, "How much for this one?"
Mark hesitated, taken aback by Ayan's utter composure. "That... that is our flagship Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. Limited edition worldwide. Fully loaded with custom carbon packages, it costs $750,000. But sir, we require—"
"I'll take it," Ayan interrupted flatly. "Full payment upfront. Have it registered and ready to drive in ten minutes."
The showroom went dead quiet.
Richi burst into loud, hysterical laughter. "Hahaha! Are you insane, Ayan?! $750,000?! You couldn't even afford a bicycle lock two days ago! Stop bluffing!"
Riya shook her head, looking at Ayan with a mixture of pity and frustration. "Ayan, stop doing this! It's embarrassing! You're going to get arrested for making fake claims!"
Ayan didn't say a word. He reached into his suit pocket, pulled out his heavy, matte-black Black Diamond Sovereign Card, and laid it gently on the glass counter in front of Mark.
"Swipe it," Ayan said coldly. "Full $750,000."
Mark looked at the sleek metal card. As an industry veteran, he recognized the rare Black Diamond Sovereign card instantly—a card issued only to individuals with tens of millions in liquid assets. His heart skipped a beat, and his hands began to shake uncontrollably.
Mark picked up the terminal, entered $750,000, and tapped the card.
BEEP!
[PROCESSING TRANSACTION...]
Richi’s smug grin remained fixed on his face, waiting for the terminal to buzz with an error code.
Then—
BEEP-BEEP!
[TRANSACTION SUCCESSFUL: $750,000.00]
PRRRRRRT!
The machine printed out the receipt with a crisp, clear approval seal!
Richi’s laughter choked in his throat. Riya’s eyes widened so far they looked ready to pop out.
Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Paid in cash! In a single second!
[DING!]
[Shock Value Detected! Caused monumental shock and humiliation to 2 key targets!]
[System Reward: 1,000 System Experience Points & 1x Supercar Mastery Skill!]
BZZZ!
His phone vibrated softly in his pocket:
[DING!]
[System Alert: You spent $750,000.00 on a supercar! Triggered 100x Cashback Multiplier!]
[Amount Received: $75,000,000.00!]
[Bank Notice]: Your account ending in ****8821 has received a transfer of $75,000,000.00. Remaining balance: $104,226,222.50.
One hundred and four MILLION dollars!
Mark practically fell to his knees, handing over the golden Lamborghini key fob with both hands. "M-Mr. Ayan! Congratulations! The car is officially yours! I will personally handle the license transfer immediately!"
Ayan took the key fob, the V12 engine roaring to life outside as the valet prepared it. He turned around, walking slowly toward Richi and Riya.
Richi backed away instinctively, his face pale as paper, his forehead dripping with cold sweat. "Y-You... how do you have so much money?! Who are you?!"
Ayan stopped right in front of them, looking down at Riya, whose lips were trembling in pure horror and regret.
"You said Richi bought you a coat without looking at the price tag," Ayan said softly, his voice cold as ice. "I bought a supercar without looking at the price tag."
He turned to Richi, tossing the Lamborghini keys in his hand.
"Your Porsche looks a bit cramped, Richi," Ayan smirked coldly. "Next time, try buying a real car."
Without waiting for a response, Ayan walked out toward his roaring green beast, leaving Richi and Riya standing in the center of the showroom, completely crushed under the weight of his absolute financial dominance.
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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
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
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