The Rise Of Karion Kross: I'm Now A Billionaire

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Chapter 009

Karion’s POV

“Global infinite black card has now been delivered to host.” The notification appeared on the system interface directly in front of me.

For a few seconds, I simply stared at it.

Delivered? That was it?

Nothing happened.

No flash of light, no mysterious portal opening beside me.

No delivery man suddenly appearing out of nowhere holding a package, judging from the system anime I once watched, something like that is supposed to happen, isn’t it?

I frowned while looking around.

If that wasn’t going to work then how exactly was this supposed to work?

I never entered my address, the system didn’t even ask where I lived.

So how was it supposed to deliver anything to me?

I let out a small disappointed sigh.

For a second there, I had honestly thought I finally had a way to access the ridiculous amount of money sitting in my account.

Looks like I got my hopes up too early.

Shaking my head, I prepared to stand up from the bench.

Since nothing happened, there was no point waiting around.

But just as I pushed myself up slightly, I suddenly felt something pressing against the side of my hospital gown.

My movement immediately stopped.

I frowned, what was that?

The object felt stiff, almost rectangular.

My hand moved toward the side pocket.

To be honest, I didn’t even realize these hospital gowns had pockets.

Slowly, I slid my hand inside.

The moment my fingers touched the object, my heart skipped a beat, I grabbed it and pulled it out.

The second it appeared in front of me, confusion instantly filled my face.

A black card.

A completely pitch-black card rested in my hand.

I stared at it, the card looked elegant, Simple, yet somehow incredibly expensive.

Almost instinctively, I closed my eyes for several seconds.

The moment I opened them again, the system interface disappeared from my vision.

Now I could focus entirely on the card, I turned it over slowly, How did this get here?

One second ago there was nothing, now there was a card sitting inside my pocket, A pocket I didn’t even know existed.

The card felt cold and solid against my fingers, not fake, i rotated it from side to side, there was a golden chip embedded near the front, just like a regular bank card, yet something felt different, there was no bank name, no company logo, no account information nothing, just a sleek black surface.

My brows furrowed.

Did somebody accidentally leave their card inside the hospital gown before it was given to me?

Normally that would’ve been my first thought, But after everything that had happened today, normal explanations were becoming harder and harder to believe, especially after watching a system literally place half a trillion dollars into my account.

I raised the card higher, the sunlight reflected softly across its surface, tilted it multiple times, then I finally noticed something.

There, near the bottom, barely visible was my name.

Karion Kross.

The letters were engraved directly into the card, the engraving was black on black, making it difficult to notice unless viewed from the right angle but it was there.

A second later, a small scoff escaped my mouth, I shook my head in disbelief, Would you look at that.

Every single time I started convincing myself I was losing my mind, this system found a new way to prove it was real.

I didn’t even realize my mouth had fallen slightly open, what exactly was this thing capable of?

Was spawning objects all it could do? Could this card really be used anywhere? Anytime? Just like the system claimed?

My thoughts suddenly paused.

Wait, What if only I could see it? Just like the system interface.

The card felt real but so did the interface sometimes.

I needed confirmation, immediately.

Without wasting another second, I tossed the card onto the ground in front of a man walking nearby.

The card landed directly in his path.

The man stopped, looked down Then looked at me.

His expression instantly became strange, Almost like he was wondering whether I had escaped from the hospital’s psychiatric ward.

A few seconds later, he simply shook his head and continued walking.

My eyes widened slightly, that reaction was all the proof I needed.

He saw it, The card wasn’t invisible, it was physical, my heartbeat accelerated.

Slowly, I bent down and picked it back up, even now, I was still finding it difficult to believe, if this card was truly connected to the balance displayed by the system…

Then more than half my problems had already been solved, Maybe sixty percent.

Either way, this changed everything, I had already proven the money was real, The hospital confirmed that, now there was only one thing left to test, the card itself.

I looked down at my hospital gown, immediately, the answer became obvious….. Clothes, I needed clothes.

Not this embarrassing hospital outfit, my eyes swept across the street, and then I saw it.

Louis Vuitton.

The large store stood proudly among the surrounding buildings.

Even from a distance, it looked expensive.

My throat tightened slightly, I had never entered a Louis Vuitton store before.

People like me usually admired stores like that from the outside, maybe this was finally my chance.

Without giving myself time to overthink it, I began walking.

Each step still hurt, my injuries hadn’t magically disappeared, my muscles still screamed in protest, but strangely enough, my mind barely registered the pain anymore.

Excitement had taken over, for the first time since waking up in the hospital, I felt hopeful.

After several minutes, I finally reached the entrance, standing before the massive glass doors, I took a deep breath, this was a big deal, not exactly how I imagined my first visit would happen, most people probably didn’t walk into Louis Vuitton dressed like escaped patients.

But honestly? I couldn’t care less right now.

The doors opened, I stepped inside and immediately felt overwhelmed, the place looked incredible, luxury practically radiated from every corner, Customers moved throughout the store while employees assisted them.

The lighting was perfect, my eyes moved from one section to another, some of these designs looked amazing.

As I slowly walked deeper inside, I noticed movement from the corner of my eye.

Someone was approaching me, a well dressed man, professional looking, though there was something about his expression that immediately rubbed me the wrong way.

“Hello?” he called out from several feet away.

I stopped walking and turned toward him, instantly, the balance above his head appeared.

Balance: 321,930.00 USD

My eyes lingered on it briefly.

For someone with that amount of money, he was probably a manager, or at least someone important here

“What are you doing in here? Who let you in here?” he asked.

The rude tone caught me completely off guard.

I blinked.

“Good day. I came to get some clothes. This isn’t really nice moving around in,” I said while gesturing toward the hospital gown.

“Security!” the man suddenly shouted.

I stared at him, what? Why was he calling security? Had I done something wrong?

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what you think you’re doing here, but you need to leave. My customers are already getting uncomfortable from the look of you alone.”

His words made me frown.

“I get that I don’t look pleasing, which is exactly why I came to get some clothes.”

“Is this some kind of prank?” he asked. “Are there hidden cameras around here somewhere? Are people recording? Are you some broke influencer trying to get TikTok views? Because that nonsense doesn’t work here. This isn’t your average store, okay? You know the name. So get out before security comes and throws you out.”

I raised my brows in shock Views? Influencer? What was this guy even talking about?

Was this genuinely how he treated anyone who didn’t meet his appearance standards?

“This is my first time here, okay? I’d really just like to get what I came here for.”

“Oh, so this is your first time here?” he said mockingly. “Well, didn’t you hear what I said? This isn’t your average store. The thrift store isn’t too far away from here. You can go there and get whatever you want.”

I stared at him, the arrogance in his voice was unbelievable.

“Are you assuming I can’t buy clothes here?”

The man laughed, a short, dismissive laugh “It’s not assuming.”

His eyes slowly traveled from my hospital gown to my flip-flops, then back to my face.

“It’s the truth. A male underwear here costs almost two thousand dollars, and from what I’m looking at, you’re not even worth two hundred dollars.”