Tribute System: I have quintillion coins

"I've got this," a man reassured himself with a quiet whisper, gently tapping his chest. He took a slow, calming breath before stepping into the cold, sterile BellRox Corporation building.His arrival didn't go unnoticed. A hushed murmur from one of his colleagues signaled his presence, and an oppressive tension settled over the office, much like a thick fog. He was all too familiar with the reason behind the uneasy silence."Drake Chwe! In my office, now!" Their manager's voice reverberated through the room, shattering the stillness.Reluctantly, Drake obeyed, his heart sinking as he entered the lion's den. He couldn't even find support or help as his colleagues averted their eyes, hoping to avoid being caught in the crossfire of their manager's sadistic games."Yes, sir," Drake responded, steeling himself for what lay ahead.Inside the manager's office, a stark contrast to the bustling open workspace outside, cold fluorescent light illuminated the room. A dominating oak desk took cen

Drake's world was turned upside down by the revelation of the Tribute System and the unimaginable wealth it held. The shock of seeing the astronomical balance of 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 coins overwhelmed him, causing him to lose consciousness.Hours passed, and Drake slowly stirred back to awareness, his head throbbing from the earlier hangover.“What the heck was that? A dream?” he wondered, still dazed. “It must be a dream.”It was only when the shrill ringing of his phone pierced the silence that Drake jolted fully awake. He fumbled for the device, his heart pounding as he answered it."Drake Chwe!" The voice on the other end was harsh and unforgiving. "Do you have any idea what time it is? You were supposed to be at work hours ago!"It was Marcus Lee.Panic surged through Drake as he glanced at the clock. It was 1 in the afternoon, far past his usual starting time."I-I'm so sorry, Manager Lee," Drake stammered, his voice filled with desperation. "I must have overslept. It won't

Drake Chwe trembled as he looked at the location pinned by the Tribute System. It was an unfamiliar place, and he had a gut feeling that something was off. The RedLutos Motel was definitely not where a Bellrox Corp. front desk worker should be during office hours. Not entirely trusting the system's accuracy, he decided to return to Bellrox Corp. and get more information.Drake approached the front desk and politely asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Merlyn Spenser is?"The front desk receptionist gave him a scrutinizing look from head to toe before responding with an obviously fake smile. "It's still 3 p.m.; she's at work.""But where is she working right now?" Drake pressed."We can't share our colleagues' whereabouts without a valid reason," the receptionist replied, still smiling insincerely."I'm her boyfriend, and I can't reach her," Drake explained.The other receptionists behind the desk burst into laughter. Their amusement was obvious, as if Drake had cracked a joke. Drake c

Aunt Beck had been Drake's sole pillar of support, especially in the absence of his gambling mother. Sadly, due to his mother's reckless behavior, Aunt Beck had stopped providing help to them. However, even though she had decided not to concern herself with Linda, she still held a soft spot in her heart for her niece and nephew."What are you doing here?" Aunt Beck asked, clearly surprised to see Drake in her store."Hi, Aunt," Drake said, greeting her with a warm smile. "Didn't I tell you I'd pay you back?""Seriously? Doesn't Eleanor need it more?" Aunt Beck inquired.Aunt Beck stepped away from the cash register and approached Drake. She wasn't the cashier; she was simply idling in her own store."She does, and that's why I need your help, Aunt," Drake explained.Aunt Beck's forehead furrowed in concern. "I may have a few game stores and arcades, but I'm not wealthy, Drake.""I know. I'm not asking for money. I will genuinely pay back what I owe.""Are you really going to pay me?"

"What do you need?" Drake asked, ignoring Merlyn's words.Merlyn looked perplexed, as she was certain that she didn't know anyone who owned a penthouse among the people she knew. In fact, Drake was right. She didn't own any units in this building at all. She had only come here to seduce wealthy bachelors and had rushed over when she heard that one of the expensive penthouses in the city had finally been occupied."Won't you come out? Let's talk. We're neighbors now," Merlyn said, not giving up on her seductive approach."Don't lie," Drake retorted. He finally opened the door, and Merlyn looked at it with anticipation. It took only seconds for her to drop her act once she recognized Drake."What the heck? Where's the owner?" Merlyn said, annoyed."I am the owner," Drake replied."Don't give me crap. I bet you're just a utility boy or a cleaning boy here," Merlyn said with disdainful remarks. "How's life after being fired?"Drake looked at the woman he once loved, wondering where the sw