Luky Pratama sat stunned on his bed. His body was still soaked and shivering, but it was all forgotten. His mind was only filled with strange sounds that had just been heard in his head. Clear, mechanical, and very real.
"Who ... who is there? Don't joke? Dito? Bima?" he asked again, his voice trembled to break the silence of the dark room. His eyes looked wildly into every corner, looking for the source of the sound, but only the darkness welcomed him.
Ting!
[This is not a joke, host. I am a premium wealth system that is integrated with your awareness.
Luky rubbed his temple. "I must have been crazy. Because of raining and stress ..."
[Mental Health Host is in a stable condition, despite experiencing psychological pressure levels. Stress indicators decrease after system activation.]
"This is impossible ..." he murmured, trying to wake yourself up from this very real dream.
[To prove my existence, please HOST TYTH: "Display Status".
With half in disbelief and half curious, Luky whispered, "Show ... status."
Instantly, right in front of his eyes, a transparent blue hologram panel appeared, floating in the air. The design is futuristic, full of graphics and sparkling text. Luky gasped, bringing his face closer. The panel did not disappear. Even when he blinked many times or shook his head, the panel was still there, as if projected directly to the retina of his eyes.
The contents made his breath stuck.
Status:
[Premium Wealth System]
[Host: Luky Pratama]
[Wealth Balance: 10,000 Rupiah Quadology
[Status: Premium Member (Level 1).]
[Skill: -]
[Active mission: 0.]
His eyes widened. "Ten ... thousand ... quadal?" He could barely process that number. One quadal is one followed by sixteen zero (10,000,000,000,000,000.). It was a number that he had never even imagined in his best dreams. That number was so great that it made Kevin's family wealth which he considered like a god looked like coins.
"This ... is this real money?" he asked, still could not believe.
[100% balance can be disbursed and used for all financial transactions in any world. The system has been perfectly integrated into all banking networks, cryptocurrency, and global economic systems. No one can track this source of funds.]
Luky still sat quietly, trying to digest. Suddenly, his memory floated on damaged shoes, Kevin's ridicule, and Clarissa's kiss. The fire revenge that was extinguished by despair, began to turn back on, triggered by the possibility that suddenly stretched before his eyes.
"So ... with this money ... I can reply to them?" he asked, his voice trembled not because of fear, but because of overflowing emotions.
[The purpose of the system is to bring hosts to the peak of wealth, strength, and happiness. The way to host to achieve that goal is entirely the authority of the host. However, the system will provide guidance through missions.]
"Mission?"
[Correct. To optimize host potential and prevent wealth abuse, the system will provide a mission. Completing the mission will give prizes in the form of premium skills and sometimes wealth bonuses. Ignoring the mission will result in penalties.]
Luky frowned. "Penalti? Like what?"
[The penalty is adjusted to the level of violation. Can be in the form of reduction in balances, temporary revocation of skills, or in extreme cases, permanent system deactivation.
Luky took a deep breath. So, this is not just a matter of receiving money. There is a responsibility. But compared to his current life, the risk seems commensurate.
"Okay ... so what is my first mission?" he asked, already impatient.
Ting!
[The first premium mission has been published!]
Mission Description: Initial Change. The host is required to replace all its old appearance that is not in accordance with the premium status. Buy clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, and new gadgets with a total of Rp. 5,000,000,000 (five billion rupiah).
Prize: Premium Fighting Skill (Basic Level) & Premium Hacker Skill (Basic Level)
Deadline: 24 hours
Penalties (if it fails): Balance is reduced by 50%.]
Luky almost choked on saliva. "Five billion? Only to buy clothes and shoes? That's crazy!" His mind immediately drifted to his mother who ironed other people's clothes with thousands of rupiah per piece. Five billion is an impossible number.
[The host balance is 10,000 quadralliuns. The expenditure of 5 billion is 0.0000000000005% of the total wealth. It is equivalent to someone with Rp. 100,000 to spend Rp. 0.000005. This makes sense to start change.]
When explained like that, Luky was silent. The logic of the system really interrupted its perception about money. Five billion suddenly felt like a small allowance.
"But ... how? I can't just walk to the mall and bring cash billions. I don't even have a credit card."
[No need to worry. The system has provided a valid and non -traced payment tool.
Along with the sound, a thin and elegant black wallet suddenly materialized on his lap. Luky jumped in surprise. He took it with trembling hands. The wallet feels luxurious in his hand. In it, there is no cash. Only a jet black credit card with gold lines. There is no bank name, there is no name of the owner, only a vague chip and system logo.
[Unlimited Premium Credit Card. There is no limit, no flowers, cannot be rejected by any merchant in the world. Use for your mission.]
Luky holds the card. This is real. Everything is real. Not a dream, not a hallucination. He gained unimaginable strength.
With a new spirit, he stood up. The cold and sadness disappeared, replaced by passionate adrenaline. His eyes that had been glazed now sparkled with determination.
"Okay, the system. I accept the mission."
[Mission is accepted! The 24 -hour timer starts now. Happy shopping, host.]
Luky looked at the old clock on the wall. It's almost midnight. Malls are closed. But his determination was burning. He could not wait until tomorrow.
"But the mall is closed. What should I do?"
[System Recommendation: Boutique and Personal Shopper Premium Class Serving 24/7 for Special Clients. Host can contact famous boutiques such as Gucci, Louis Vuitton, or Dior available in this city. Their concierge phone number has been inputted into the host phone.]
Luky took his cheap cellphone. Right, on the contact list, several new numbers appear with the label "Concierge -LV", "Personal Shopper - Chanel", and so on.
Without hesitation anymore, he pressed the number for Louis Vuitton.
"Louis Vuitton Concierge, can I help you?" A woman's polite voice was heard across there.
Luky took a deep breath, trying to secure his voice so as not to be nervous. "Hello. I want to do a massive shopping. I need clothes, shoes, bags, everything, from head to toe. Can you serve me now?"
"Of course, sir ..." the woman sounded a little surprised but still professional. "Can I know your name?"
"Luky ... Luky Pratama."
"Okay, Mr. Luky. Our team will immediately head to your address. Can you tell the address?"
Address? Luky looked around his slums. No. He can't let them come here.
"No need. I will wait at the Lobby of the Grand Merdeka Hotel. In 30 minutes."
"A good choice, sir. We will soon be there with our best collection."
Luky hung up the phone, his heart beating fast. This really happened. He quickly took a warm shower, wearing the only neat shirt and pants that still looked simple and then rushed out. He called an online taxi, something he rarely did because it was expensive.
The trip to a luxury hotel feels like a dream. He walked into the marble lobby and filled with crystal lights, feeling very inappropriate for his clothes. But this time, his confidence is different. He held a black card in his pocket, like carrying a secret weapon.
Shortly thereafter, a luxury van came. Some people sued up and down with many clothing shelves and shoe boxes. They welcomed him with respect, not caring about his simple appearance.
"Mr. Luky? Let's start."
The next three hours were the most surreally three hours in Luky's life. He was treated to suits, shirts, pants, leather shoes, bags, watches, and accessories from brands that he had only seen in magazines. The price that reaches tens or even hundreds of millions per item makes him dizzy, but he remembers his mission.
"Take this, this, and that. That is also. My size is right," he said, trying to be natural.
Finally, after choosing dozens of items, the personal shopper approached him with a tablet that displayed total spending.
"The total expenditure is Rp 4.8 billion, Mr. Luky. Is there anything lacking?"
Luky remembers his mission. Still less than Rp. 200 million. His eyes saw a platinum watch on display separately.
"The watch. Add."
"The excellent choice, sir. This is a limited edition. The price is Rp. 750 million."
"Fine, take it."
The Personal Shopper smiled broadly. "Now the total is Rp 5.55 billion, sir. Are you going to pay with ..."
Luky has issued his black card without further ado. "With this."
The officer took the card, his eyes sparkled slightly to see the very rare card. He rubbed it on the portable EDC engine. Luky held his breath.
Approved transaction.
Luky sighed in relief. A notification immediately appears in the interface of the system before his eyes.
Ting!
[Happy! The first premium mission "initial transformation" has been completed!]
[Gift: Premium fighting skills (elementary level) and premium hacker skills (elementary level) have been transferred!]
[Skill Disbursement ... 100% Successful.]
Instantly, flood information filled his head. Efficient and deadly martial movements as if he had mastered since childhood. Knowledge of coding, network, and how to break into security systems feel like innate knowledge. His mind felt sharper and faster.
Meanwhile, the system interface updates the data.
Status:
[Premium Wealth System
Host: Luky Pratama
Wealth Balance: 9,999,999,994,450,000,000 Rupiah
Status: Premium Member (Level 1)
Skill: premium fighting (base), premium hackers (basic)
Active mission: 0.]
Luky looked at his new balance. Five and a half billion almost did not feel reduced at all. He smiled for the first time since the incident at school. A smile full of new beliefs and determination.
He saw his shadow on the hotel lobby glass, still wearing his simple old clothes. But tomorrow, everything will be different.
"Kevin, Clarissa ... you just wait," he muttered to himself, with sparkling eyes that are no longer like the eyes of a victim. "The game has just begun."