The Super Rich System

Is That How You Talk To A Woman?

In his cheap flat, Marvin had just gotten out of the bathroom and was now drying his hair with a small towel.

As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he realized one thing: he now had a body like a martial arts athlete. Even his abdominal muscles were perfectly formed, making him look strong.

‘Is this me now? Is this another effect of whatever happened yesterday?’ he thought.

He struck a few poses, marveling at his own muscles. Physically, he was now an ideal man. Many women would easily be attracted to him if they saw him shirtless.

Marvin managed a smile, but it quickly vanished.

He picked up his phone. He reread the chat message from Jessie, Melanie’s sister, informing him that Melanie and Alex were officially engaged.

Jessie had ended her chat message with a mocking sentence, saying she could finally breathe a sigh of relief because her sister had finally paired up with a rich man worthy of her, not a shameless poor man like Marvin.

The chat message had arrived on Marvin’s phone about half an hour ago. That was why Marvin had decided to shower and wash his hair.

Now, Marvin sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the reply he would write.

He now realized that Melanie didn’t deserve his love. However, the way Melanie had ended their relationship yesterday, as well as Alex’s involvement, made him reluctant to just let it go.

He harbored resentment towards them. Towards Alex, towards Melanie and her family. He promised himself that one day, no matter how, he would make them suffer. Suffer to the fullest!

Marvin put his phone down on the bed and stood up. He decided not to reply to Jessie’s chat message.

He removed the towel and started to get dressed. Suddenly, that robotic voice sounded again:

[Master’s wish has been noted. Initiating mission adjustment process.]

Marvin frowned, not knowing what that meant.

A moment later, as he sat on the edge of the bed, he heard the robotic voice again:

[Mission adjustment process complete.]

[Primary Objective: Destroy the Dunns and Banguards.]

[NEXT MISSION]

[Tomorrow night, Master must go to the night district in downtown Murndale to help a red-haired woman.]

[Reward: Trust and loyalty from the red-haired woman.]

[Bonus: To be announced after the mission is completed.]

Marvin frowned. What was this new mission about? He had to help someone he didn’t even know?

Marvin found this mission strange. But then he remembered his previous mission. He nodded.

‘There must be something behind this mission. Something I will know and understand later,’ he thought.

…

The next night, after work, Marvin took a taxi to the night district in downtown Murndale.

This district was very popular among the upper-middle class, offering various forms of entertainment to relieve stress and indulge desires.

Marvin had never been there before, so he was a little nervous and confused. He walked along the sidewalk, glancing left and right, looking for the red-haired woman who needed help.

Too busy looking left and right, Marvin didn’t see two men ahead of him walking in opposite directions while drunk.

Bump!

He collided with one of them, sending the man sprawling.

“Watch your step, you motherfucker!!” yelled another man, glaring at Marvin as he helped his friend stand up.

Marvin stopped and looked at the two of them. In moments like this, he would usually choose to pretend to be deaf to avoid conflict. Now, for some reason, he felt that was no longer an option for him.

“I should be the one saying that to you. You’re drunk, stumbling around. Lucky only one of you fell,” Marvin said.

Of course, this angered the man who was glaring at him.

“Bastard! Are you looking for death! Take this!”

The man, who was not as drunk as his friend, attacked Marvin blindly, throwing punches and blows.

Marvin blocked them all with ease. Then, with one move, he brought the man down and stepped on his chest.

“If this were a fight to the death, you’d be dead right now,” Marvin said coldly.

The man gasped. Beads of sweat appeared on his face. “S-sorry, bro. S-sorry.”

Marvin lifted his foot and pulled his right leg back. He looked at the other man. The man looked at him with fear, as if Marvin were a monster in his eyes.

“Don’t let me see you again,” Marvin said, then turned and left.

The men looked at each other. A moment later, they sighed in relief, like people who had just escaped death.

Marvin continued walking down the sidewalk, looking left and right.

The situation was similar to the Chinatown area yesterday afternoon. He idly wondered if he had to set a five-minute time limit before the red-haired woman would appear before him.

Ironically, just after thinking that, he saw a red-haired woman in front of a nightclub, standing and holding posters, offering them to passing men.

The woman wore a tight dress that showed off her curves. Her makeup was a bit heavy. She was beautiful.

One thing that made Marvin squint his eyes: the woman’s long legs were trembling.

When a man in a black suit came out of the nightclub and started scolding the woman, Marvin could guess the red-haired woman’s situation.

She was likely an employee at the nightclub, perhaps a hostess, and so far that night she hadn’t gotten a single customer.

The man in the black suit scolded her mercilessly. The red-haired woman could only lower her head, terrified. Her long legs trembled even more.

‘Is this the woman I have to help? What if it’s not her?’ Marvin thought.

He slowed his pace, scanning his surroundings to check if there were any other red-haired women.

There were none. He directed his eyes forward again. The man in the black suit was now tapping the red-haired woman’s head.

“Hey, you don’t have to do that to her. Is that how you talk to a woman?”

The man in the black suit and the red-haired woman both looked towards Marvin. They both looked confused.

“Who are you? Is this woman your friend?” the man in the black suit asked.

Marvin shook his head. “No. I don’t even know who she is. But I can’t just stand by and watch you scold her like that in front of me.”

The man sneered. “It’s none of your business. I’m the manager of this club. It’s my job to scold useless hostesses like her. You should just leave. Mind your own business.”

“No, I’m not leaving. I’m here to help her.”

“Huh??”

Marvin stopped walking and turned his eyes to the red-haired woman. She looked at him, confused and suspicious.

“I know you’re cold,” Marvin said. “How about you come with me? We’ll get something warm to eat. My treat.”

Furrows appeared on the woman’s forehead. Her mouth opened, but she said nothing.

“Hey, are you an idiot or what? I told you, she’s a hostess here. Do you think you can just ask her to leave while she’s working?

“If you want to treat her to something warm, bring her inside, buy her food. That is, if you have enough money.

“From what I see… you don’t look like a rich man. Let me guess, you don’t have a credit card in your wallet, do you?”

The man’s guess was correct; Marvin didn’t have a credit card in his wallet. But that didn’t matter. He still had enough money to hire a hostess at the nightclub and order expensive food there, if he wanted to.

However, Marvin wouldn’t do that. He snatched the posters from the red-haired woman’s hands and threw them into the air.

“Stop working here. Come with me. I’ll treat you to a good meal,” Marvin said, smiling broadly.

…