His thoughts churned violently, rejection and disbelief crashing against each other. Transmigration? That was nonsense—pure fantasy. Something that belonged in cheap web novels and idle late-night fantasies, not real life.
No sane human could accept such madness so easily.
Everything is possible.
The voice echoed through his mind, each word vibrating against his skull.
Everything you can imagine already exists somewhere in the endless universe. But don't force yourself to understand it—your fragile human brain isn't built to grasp such scale.
Dev clenched his fists.
Just remember this, the voice continued calmly.
This is your one and only opportunity.
Dev swallowed hard and took a shaky breath. "Then explain one thing," he said hoarsely. "How are you… reading my thoughts?"
Ding!
That?
The voice paused, sounding oddly indifferent.
Forget it. I already told you—if I explained the mechanism, your brain would melt into paste. Just know this: I am a unique existence.
Dev shut his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to calm down. Panic wouldn't help him survive.
When he opened them again, his gaze sharpened.
"Fine," he said coldly. "Then answer this. What exactly are you?"
The atmosphere shifted.
The voice that answered was no longer mocking—it was proud. Arrogant. Absolute.
I am the Wealth God System.
Dev's breath hitched. "A… System?" he blurted out. "Like the ones in novels? You're telling me those stories are real?"
A cold scoff rang out.
Do not insult me by comparing me to those pathetic fictional constructs.
They are nothing more than the shallow imaginations of mortals.
The voice grew heavier, every word carrying terrifying weight.
I am real.
I am eternal.
I cannot be created, and I cannot be destroyed.
I am the origin of prosperity itself.
Dev leaned back against the cold wall, the chill seeping through his clothes as he struggled to steady his breathing. His heart hammered violently in his chest.
"So what?" he muttered, forcing a careless tone he didn't feel. "If you're really that amazing, then tell me this."
He lifted his head.
"What kind of System are you… and what can you actually do for me?"
The darkness around him seemed to deepen.
And then—
Ding!
A very good question, Host.
From this moment onward… your fate will be rewritten by wealth itself.