Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Henry's small apartment — a place that once represented failure, now transformed into the birthplace of ambition.
The air felt different.
Charged.
On the desk, his phone pulsed with a faint golden glow.
Henry rubbed his eyes, then froze as text scrolled across the screen.
[Supreme Tycoon System: Level 2 Unlocked]
[New Function: Business Creation Menu]
[Description: Convert accumulated funds into registered enterprises. System assists with setup, licensing, logistics, and staffing.]
Henry's eyes widened. "A system that… builds actual companies?"
He tapped the floating menu, and categories unfolded like a golden web before him:
[Retail] [Technology] [Entertainment] [Food & Beverage] [Finance] [Real Estate]
Each shimmered with its own startup cost, growth projection, and risk rating.
Henry scrolled through the list, muttering, "Retail's saturated… Tech needs time… Entertainment's volatile…"
Then one entry caught his eye:
[Café Franchise — Startup Cost: $150,000]
[Projected ROI: 350% (High Favorability Zone Detected)]
A smirk tugged at his lips. "A café… just like the one I met Emily in."
It felt poetic — familiar yet ambitious.
He pressed Confirm.
[Transaction Processing...]
[Location Purchased: Midtown Detroit.]
[System Hiring AI activated. Construction and registration underway.]
[Estimated Completion: 48 Hours.]
Henry blinked. "Two days? Are you kidding me?"
[System Response: Efficiency reflects ambition. A true tycoon moves faster than opportunity itself.]
A small laugh escaped him. "You really know how to flatter a guy, huh?"
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the cracked ceiling of his apartment.
Two days from now, he wouldn't just be another man chasing luck — he'd be the owner of something real.
"No more surviving," he whispered. "It's time to build."
Forty-eight hours later.
The streets of Midtown buzzed with activity as a sleek new café stood proudly on the corner — black marble counters, bronze trim, and a warm, inviting glow from inside.
Above the door, the golden letters read:
Fortune Brew Café.
Henry stood across the street, taking it all in.
The once-empty lot was now alive with motion — customers peeking inside, curious onlookers snapping photos, whispers filling the air.
"Who owns this place?"
"Looks like some rich investor's project."
"I heard it's run by a young guy — Henry Cole or something."
Henry's chest tightened — not from nerves, but pride.
He stepped forward, hands in his pockets, the early autumn breeze brushing past him.
Inside, baristas worked smoothly, the smell of roasted beans and vanilla filling the space. Every detail screamed premium — and it was all his.
His phone vibrated softly.
[Business Operational: Fortune Brew Café]
[Passive Income Activated.]
[Current Earnings: $12,500/day.]
[Public Favorability: +8% (Impression Boost)]
[Potential Expansion Route Unlocked: Partnerships | Public Image | Media Exposure]
Henry's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
"This isn't just a business," he murmured. "It's my first empire."
He took a slow sip of the café's first espresso — rich, smooth, perfection.
The Supreme Tycoon System wasn't just about money anymore. It was about legacy.
Every dollar he earned, every connection he made, every woman whose favor he gained — it was all shaping him into something greater.
A name people would remember.
He turned toward the skyline, watching the city pulse with life.
"Detroit," he said quietly, "you've been asleep long enough."
He smirked.
"It's time to wake up — to the name Henry Cole."
[System Notification]
[Mission Completed: Establish First Business.]
[Reward: Public Image Route Unlocked.]
[New Objective: Spread Brand Awareness — Media Recognition (0/3).]