The Super Billionaire System

Chapter 2

[To apply the option, Nod otherwise remains still.]

Lyon’s breathing got weaker as he stared at the screen in front of him. He could barely grasp what was going on. All he knew was that he had two choices in front of him and he was determined to stay alive.

He gathered the remaining strength he had in him to nod and his eyes went shut.

SWOOSH!

Lyon felt a surge of energy rush to his body as if he was in trance. His bones, muscles, and tendons cracked and reformed.

“Arrgh!” he groaned out loud.

The pain he was feeling was 10x worse than the one he had felt when his wife had smashed the vase and jug at  the same spot on his head. 

It became so unbearable that he thought he was going to die again.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes, stunned about what he had just felt, he sprung up from the heap of bodies he had been  lying on and bolted out of the graveyard.

Lyon found it hard to accept everything he had just experienced that night. It felt like a dream to him. He pinched his cheek to confirm he was not dreaming.

His lovely innocent wife, Racheal, had colluded with his boss to kill him and bury him right away. 

How was that possible? Why would she leave him after the life they had built together? 

They had two kids together and just managed to rent a good apartment with the best view in the town. 

They had their dream life in place, she had no reason to betray him like that. 

Plus the robotic voice and screen that appeared to him earlier to save his life.

Both of these events made him feel like he was living in a simulation or he had gone insane, but there was one way to confirm this.

Lyon reached for his pocket, his phone was still in it. He opened his bank account and he had a total of $20 in his account.

That was enough to take him to his boss’s house. He walked to the main road, after all it was too late to find a cab at the deserted area surrounding the graveyard.

He took the first cab that passed by him and asked to be taken to Jameson's Villa. The whole ride cost him $19.45, leaving him with fifty-five cents ($0.55).

He noticed a lot of movement in the villa. The servants were moving boxes into the villa.

Before any of them could spot him, he quickly hid in a corner to pick up on the gossip from the servant.

“I never expected that master already has two kids of his own.”

“Did you not hear the maids from the new Madam’s quarter saying that the kids were living with Madam and her former husband?”

“Yes, I heard that. They said her former husband used to work here. Isn't it strange that she is moving in now as the new madam in the middle of the night? We even had to clear out two quarters for her children.”

“Ahem! Ahem!” The butler cleared his throat. “Should I remind you to watch what you say about the master and his family? If you keep running your mouths, I will cut them up.”

“We are sorry, sir.” The servants chorused before they rushed inside. 

The guard locked the door right after. 

The butler did not deny their claims. Lyon sank on the floor and ran his hand through his hair. None of what had happened was a lie.

His wife had truly tried to kill him. He pulled himself up and started walking to where his legs carried him to.

Not only did she cheat on him with his boss, killed him and ordered that his body be thrown in a mass grave. She did not even feel an ounce of remorse towards him to give him a fair burial or even mourn him. 

Worst of all, their kids were not biologically his.

In no time, he arrived at their apartment building. The security guard smiled warmly at him.  “Good evening, Mr Lyon. I didn’t see you when the moving company arrived. Congratulations on your new house. Did you forget something in your former apartment?”

Lyon could not help but just lower his head politely and made his way up to his former apartment.

There was a huge ‘FOR SALE’ sign on the door.  He tore it off before punching the passcode and entering the house.

The place that once felt like home, filled with the warmth of his wife and kids was now completely empty. There was no sign of them in there. He went into the room he shared with Racheal, there was nothing but his uniform, two other shirts and a pair of jeans.

The shoe rack had a pair of all star sneakers. 

All these years, he had prioritised the needs of his family before his own, providing them with everything they needed just to find out that his kids weren't biologically his and his wife had been messing around with his boss.

A wave of nausea hit Lyon, his mouth was filled with saliva and his skin turned pale and cold. He rushed to the bathroom, opened the tap by the sink and buried his head under the running water.

He splashed water on his face, closed the tap and looked in the mirror. His jaw dropped. 

He was looking at a whole different person. His eyes were dark, symmetrical with chiseled and angular jawline, high, prominent cheekbone as if he were a model

The clothes he had on were torn, not in a terrible way rather as if he had outgrown it. His body was toned and muscular. One would think he was a celebrity with the kind of body he was looking at.

Lyon could not believe his eyes, he ran his hand through his body, his receding hairline was gone. He had the perfect hairline now,

He raised his top up, the dad bod stomach from eating late at night had disappeared. Now he has six-pack abs.

“Holy Shit!” He cursed as he could not believe the transformation he just underwent.

DING!!!!!