Unlimited Transaction System

An Unexpected Meeting

A steady pulse throbbed at my temple. Inside the silence of the Presidential Suite, scented with luxurious lavender, the shattered screen of my phone kept lighting up, its piercing ringtone echoing through the room.

The name on the display read: Siska.

I stared at it for several seconds, letting the anger in my chest settle into something cold and lethal. Then, with an unhurried motion, I slid the green button and switched the call to speaker.

"Arkan! You finally answered your phone, huh?!" Siska's shrill voice instantly shattered the silence. There was unmistakable panic beneath it, but the disgusting arrogance and pride she always carried were still there. "Where are you right now? You're not dead, are you?! You ran off last night after making a scene in front of Brandon's house!"

I walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the glittering financial district of Arkadia below.

"What does that have to do with me, Siska?" My voice was flat, almost completely devoid of emotion.

She fell silent for a second. I could hear her frustrated breathing through the phone.

"What do you mean, what does it have to do with you?! You think acting all mysterious is going to make me worry about you? Get over yourself! Listen, I'm only calling because the mansion security guards said you got hit by something last night. Brandon is furious because of the mess you caused outside his gate. He said if you don't disappear from this city by tomorrow, he'll personally make sure your life ends in a much more brutal way!"

Hearing the threat, a cynical smile spread across my face.

The memory of Brandon throwing a hundred-dollar bill at my face replayed in my mind.

"Tell Brandon," I said quietly, stressing every syllable until my words sounded like a sentence handed down from the darkness itself. "Tell him that instead of worrying about last night's little incident, he should start checking his company's account balances and logistics assets. He won't have time to think about me over the next twenty-four hours."

Siska laughed mockingly, her sharp laughter dripping with contempt.

"Are you insane? You've completely lost your mind, Arkan! You're nothing but a broke delivery guy! Stop fantasizing about being rich just because Brandon crushed your pride last night! That's enough! Don't ever show your face in front of me again. Brandon is sick of looking at your trashy face!"

"Enjoy your time with Brandon, Siska," I cut in coldly, without the slightest hesitation. "Because the two of you... don't have much time left."

Click.

I ended the call.

The very next second, I turned around and walked out of the hospital, leaving behind my tattered courier uniform.

A few hours later, the roar of the million-dollar Koenigsegg I had just purchased tore through the quiet afternoon in the Northern District. The doors of the Royal Motors dealership I had just left were still trembling as I accelerated the futuristic hypercar straight toward the headquarters of Elite Professional Placement Agency.

Following the System's instructions, I needed someone capable of managing the assets I was about to sweep off the market.

The moment my car stopped in front of the agency's luxurious lobby, a woman was already waiting for me.

She wore a perfectly tailored navy blazer, her hair neatly tied back with a silver clip, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. She was Elena, the assistant candidate selected by the System as the pinnacle of investment management talent.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Arkan. I'm Elena, your personal assistant," she said the moment I stepped out of the car. Her eyes briefly assessed my appearance. "I've reviewed your employment contract and profile over the past five minutes. Forgive my bluntness, but according to my analysis, this car is far too conspicuous for someone intending to build an empire from the shadows."

I met her piercing gaze.

"Do you work for my System or for my money, Elena?"

She remained silent for a moment.

The corner of her lips lifted into a faint smile filled with calculation.

"For both, sir. And your first mission is to transform Arkan the courier into the man who holds power over Arkadia's real estate assets before dawn tomorrow."

I tossed the Koenigsegg's key to the valet, who froze and trembled at the sight of the vehicle, then walked into the building with Elena.

"How many of the Dirgantara family's assets can we buy right now, Elena?" I asked as we crossed the agency's grand lobby.

She tapped rapidly across her tablet.

A small holographic display materialized in the air, pulsing with wild red and green market graphs.

"The logistics sector controlled by the Dirgantara Group is currently facing a liquidity crisis caused by failed speculation. We can enter as a shadow investor. With the one hundred billion rupiah you currently possess, we can acquire fifteen percent of the voting shares through minority shareholders who are panicking."

"Fifteen percent?"

A crooked smile crossed my face.

In the corporate world, that was a sacred number for staging a coup.

"Do it."

"Sir." Elena's voice suddenly grew more tense. "There's a data update. Brandon Dirgantara is currently attending a board meeting at PT Arkadia Jaya, the logistics company where you used to work. They're planning to merge illegal assets to conceal the family's debt."

I stopped in my tracks.

Memories flashed through my mind of how the managers there had constantly cursed at me and docked my pay just to please Brandon.

"If we move now, we'll need to be there in person," Elena continued.

I glanced at the cheap watch still wrapped around my wrist, the only relic of my former life that remained.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Prepare a suit. I don't intend to look like the man they trampled yesterday."

Thirty minutes later, an exclusive fitting room on the second floor was lined with rows of designer suits.

When I stepped out, the reflection in the mirror showed a completely different man.

The sharply tailored charcoal gray suit fit my now broad shoulders perfectly. Elena walked beside me, now dressed in an even more elegant business outfit.

"Are you ready to become their worst nightmare, sir?" Elena asked as she adjusted my collar.

"I was born to destroy them, Elena," I replied, my carefully restrained fury flashing through my eyes.

Together, we walked toward the luxury sedan waiting outside.

The car sped through the crowded city streets, heading for the PT Arkadia Jaya shareholders' meeting.

I turned toward the window, watching the streets of Arkadia, a city that would soon kneel beneath my feet.

"Elena, send one message to our acquisition team," I said, my eyes fixed straight ahead. "Don't just buy their shares. Buy every building, every logistics route, and every debt they own. Let the Dirgantara family sit at the boardroom table as guests while we hold the power they once called their own."

For the first time, Elena smiled broadly.

It was the smile of a victor before the war had even begun.

"Understood, sir. Arkan the courier has officially become history. Arkan, the ruler of Arkadia, has just begun his day."

Twenty minutes later, our luxury sedan came to a stop directly in front of PT Arkadia Jaya's main lobby.

This building had once felt so intimidating to me, the place where I had bowed my head and endured insults every single day.

I stepped out of the car.

Inside the lobby, the atmosphere was tense. Several staff members rushed back and forth with pale faces.

"The board meeting started two minutes ago on the top floor, sir," Elena whispered just behind me, her eyes never leaving the holographic tablet. "Brandon has just submitted a proposal to fire forty percent of the employees to cut operating costs, and your former supervisor is being forced to sign it under threat."

I adjusted the buttons of my suit jacket, feeling the dominant aura surging through my body under the System's influence.

"Good," I murmured, striding confidently toward the heavily guarded VVIP elevator. "Let's see the look on Brandon's face when he realizes that today's fate... is being decided by the 'trash' he threw away last night."