Redberry complex, Luxury hills estate. Han's Porsche rolled past the iron gates, the guards had their eyes wearily follow him, as Han was still in his old, dirty and unfit attire for the place.
Beyond the checkpoint, the Redberry Complex stretched in manicured silence—mansions perched on the hills, each belonging to influential names; Wealthy hunters, most notably almost all of the S-rank hunters, Government officials, wealthy businessmen, celebs.
Han had no place among them, yet here he was. Stopped with his red Porsche in front of a complex.
Inside the car, a wide, bright smile Han's face didn't see in years. He stared at the different complexes, on the hills in the distance featuring houses, the grass even seemed greener than where he had come from.
The drive though enjoyable was slightly painful as well, by the time he left his old neighborhood for the main road, the bumps had battered him so much he swore he'd lost his innocence.
Han turned off the car's engine then took out the apartment's documents from the inventory, on his lap materialized a white paper filled with something he couldn't bother to read, and most important a black card trimmed with gold, emboldened words at the far right side saying Luxury hill.
He took the card, inspecting it with restless fingers. The gold gleamed—too perfect to tell if it was real or imitation. Yet the moment it touched his skin, he felt a surge of superiority, a taste of high class. Only an hour ago he had twenty dollars to his name; now, the system had made him a millionaire.
The difference was jarring—unnatural enough that Han's mind couldn't decide if this was fiction or reality. A whisper of doubt lingered: what if it was all just a dream? His thoughts broke at the soft hum of an engine to his left.
A black limousine glided past, one he recognized from earlier. As it drew alongside, he ducked his head.
Nikki!
Sweat trickled down his forehead as he crouched lower, waiting.
But why was he hiding? He owns an apartment here now. Even if she thought the worst, he could explain. Lifting his head, he wiped the sweat away, ready to step out—only to see the limousine already disappearing down the road.
Phew-
***
As the limousine descended down the road Mirai turned her head, "Is something the matter, young lady?" An older woman in a black uniform asked with a curious tone, "No. What a weird person that is though." She answered, prompting the older woman to ask who, which she answered by–no one.
***
Han left his car, he stretched feeling the fresh air.
Turning around he saw nothing but fancy cars, Bmw's, Mercedes, Roll's royce, even a few Lamborghini's.
The sight of all these cars made Han feel as if he entered paradise, paradise of corruption, richness, and thirsty women waiting for the next wealthy target.
Though the change wasn't just the cars, the air itself was fresh and rid of any stench unlike the streets below.
Even the open garage where he stood from was meticulously cleaned, and maintained. He closed the car doors now knowing why the guards stopped him at the gates.
All those beautiful building complexes around him, the luxurious cars and cleanliness. The sight of that told him everything he'd need to know.
Walking into the building the cold air bit at his skin as he stepped toward the elevator. Just as he reached for the button, the general lift opened.
She emerged, immediately catching Han's attention—a tall, sleek, deep green corset tight against her frame, revealing her thin waist, yellow hair spilling down her back stopping barely below her plump ass contained in a pair of tight blue jeans.
Her blue eyes flicked to the keys in his hand. His black gaze rose from her waist to her face, lingering. Neither spoke. In silence, they passed by each other, her red heels clicking against the marble floor until the doors shut behind her.
Han exhaled, thumb pressing the elevator button. "Damn. Should've said something—" He stopped, noticing a pair of keys just inches away from the general elevator's doors.
[ TING! Side quest unlocked: Help the girl.]
Han kneeled, fingers closing around the keys before the elevator doors shut. "Ferrari," he muttered, a low whistle escaping his lips. "Rich." The weight of the metal felt heavier now—not just keys, he had something similar now after all, but a glimpse into someone else's world–world of rich people.
The doors behind him opened, despite the warm day outside, the lobby stayed the same. Her heels clicked closer. Han straightened, keys in hand. "Excuse me." Her voice was low, raspy, rich—sexy in its maturity.
He turned. "Yes." And then upon a closer look he realized. Han didn't need the glowing window above her head to confirm it.
Estella Egersteinn. S‑Rank Hunter. The Sword Maiden.
'Just my luck!...'
"My keys. Can I have them?" Her voice was low, raspy, rich—sexy in its maturity, but edged with command. Her blue eyes fixed on the Ferrari keys in his hand. Han staggered, the weight of the moment pressing down.
He'd read about S‑Ranks living here, but seeing one in person was overwhelming. That's when he realized—there was no AC unit in the lobby. The coldness wasn't the building's. It was hers.
Her blue gaze pierced through him. Han snickered, shaking his head. 'Side quest—this? Spare me the joke…'
Not a beat later, her hand settled on the sword's hilt—a weapon that hadn't been there a moment ago. Its sheath glowed faintly blue, releasing wisps of cold air that curled into the lobby. Han's breath caught. He raised his hands quickly. "Relax, relax. I'm not against you."
He handed over the keys, waiting for her to take them. "Go ahead."
She continued examining him for a few more seconds, then released the hilt, the sword vaporized into the air itself. "Forgive me, I had some misgivings about you."
'Is that a reason to immediately pick a weapon?'
She took the keys, then stepped back her step now softer than earlier. Han, thinking its over, wanted to see her leave before turning his back on her, still slightly shaken by the earlier threat.
"Pardon," She started, "I haven't seen you before, are you visiting someone?" Her gaze lingered on the black card in his hand. Han shifted, uneasy. To him, it was just the key to his condo. But to her, it was unmistakable—the penthouse.