Between the accumulated profits from trading, mission bonuses, and the freshly unlocked system access, I was sitting on roughly $932,800 in total net worth. Not system points. Real, spendable, "buy-an-island-and-retire" kind of money.
Holy!
Less than a week ago, I was debating whether I could stretch a five-dollar bill across three days. I used to count quarters for lunch. Now I could fund a congressional campaign—or start my own black-ops tech startup.
But no—I wasn't here to blow this windfall on luxury or sink into the fantasy of silk sheets and champagne nights. Not yet. That wasn't the move.
That wasn't the plan.
Peter Carter wasn't interested in playing rich. I was interested in building something untouchable.
Something generational.