Chapter Two
[Tutorial Mission Assigned: Become A Stud, Spend Some Money!]
[Become A Stud: As the chosen Host of the Ultimate Tip System, host must increase your overall desirability index to fulfill your wish of past life and enter reincarnation cycle. During the next three weeks, the host must improve his body through sheer strength so as to get on path to become The Ultimate Sextillionaire!]
[Spend Some Money: The Ultimate Tip System has found out about the host's stingy nature and is truly ashamed of the host's saving mentality. During the three weeks, the host must also splurge five hundred million dollars that have been transferred to the host. Not a single cent can be saved.]
[Rewards:]
<1 - Greater Access To The System>
<2 - A Random Book>
<3 - One Wish Of Host's Choice>
Ren blinked at the screen as he stared at the phone, feeling a little peculiar about how a system could even transfer that much money. 'Sounds like some scam.'
For Ren, who had spent half his life serving the nation and the other half paying medical bills to somehow bring his feet back. This was completely absurd.
However, Ren also knew for a fact that getting transmigrated into someone else's body with a blue screen flashing in front of his eyes didn't sound any less absurd.
'Let's check the bank balance first. There's no harm in that,' Ren decided as he plopped onto the bed and began scrolling through the apps until he found something that looked like a search engine.
Ren's finger worked faster than lighting as he typed in his query.
'How to check your bank balance?'
As soon as he was done Ren's finger clicked on the little search button as a huge circle started rotating on his screen.
The circle spun for what felt like an eternity before the page finally loaded after a good three minutes, which felt like three years to Ren. It displayed a list of major banks links in this world.
'This world seems awfully similar to Earth.' Ren concluded while scrolling on his screen, leisurely till a sudden thought hit him. 'Wait… How do I know which one of these banks the original owner used?'
As if on cue, a notification popped on Ren's phone, making Ren's eyes open as wide as saucers.
Global Apex Bank : Your account ending in -8888 has been credited with $500,000,000.00.
Ren counted the zeros once. Then twice. Then a third time using his finger against the glass.
'Damn! It really is five hundred million dollars! Does this mean I'm a millionaire?! How- Wait. Catch! There must be some catch.' Ren concluded and to his surprise the blue screen came to light once again.
[Host is right. To splurge the money bestowed upon the host by The Ultimate Tip System, the host has to make sure three conditions are always met.]
[Note : Any negotiation will result in immediate disbandment of the System and will also cost the host his life. Happy splurging!]
Ren blinked at the blue screen as he felt his mind short circuit at the three conditions. 'What the fuck are these three conditions?! Bargaining seems alright. Tipping is fine too since it's not my money so whatever. But, this women condition? Where am I going to find women to splurge on? Are you nuts?'
[Since, the host has accepted the tutorial mission. A starter gift has been bestowed by The Ultimate Tip System to host.]
<1 - The Deed of a penthouse in Elysium Heights>
<2 - A Black Card of Golden Apex Bank>
<3 - A dick of total nine inches, fully functional>
[Would the host like to withdraw all the gifts right away?]
'Finally, something that's meant for me. There's absolutely no reason to delay. Let's lie down just in case.' Ren threw his phone on the bed as he laid down on the bed, sucking in a huge breath as he screwed his eyes shut. 'Yes. Don't make it hurt too much.'
Bam!
As if in response to Ren's prayer to not make it hurt, a heavy booklet dropped on his face, making Ren clutch his nose and groan in pain, turning sideways. 'The fuck-'
Before Ren could get used to the pain in his nose, a new pain in his groin hit him. "Arghhhh!"
No man was ever strong enough to feel pain in his little brother and not scream.
Pain coursed through his veins like a nicotine as Ren curled up in a fetal position, shielding his little brother as if that was going to make the pain stop.
Beads of sweat formed on Ren's forehead as the transformation took a good fifteen minutes. But, for Ren that pain felt like an eternity spent in the boiling oil river of hell.
[All gifts have been bestowed upon the host. The Ultimate Tip System wishes to host an enjoyable journey! Please leave a good rating.]
"Huff... puff..." Ren laid on the bed, panting like a marathon runner who had just crossed the finish line in a desert. He tentatively reached down, his fingers trembling as he unzipped his pants, letting his member spring out in all its glory.
'Damn! This tip system is fucking legit. Definitely five stars.' Ren nodded, satisfied as the pain slowly began to disappear, allowing him to finally switch positions.
'So, I've got a penthouse. A black card. And, a huge dick. All that's left now is getting a gym membership to get a good build and splurging five hundred million on women.' Ren sighed as he reached for the booklet given by the system.
As soon as he lifted the booklet a card slipped out onto his chest as Ren picked it up. It was a black card with his name and expiry date on it.
Tringggg... Tringggg... Tringggg...
'Who the hell is ringing the doorbell?' Ren groaned as he sat up, ruffling his hair, completely forgetting about his open zipper as he walked out of his bedroom and made his way to the main door.
Tringggg... Tringggg... Tringggg...
"Coming!" Ren screamed as the doorbell kept ringing again and again without a single pause, making him irritated. 'Who is this person?! Can't even wait for two minutes?'
"I said I'm coming!" Ren screamed for the last time as he grabbed the door knob, twisting it open. "Who the fu-" His curses drowned in his throat as his eyes landed on the intruder. "...Hello?"
On the other end of the door, stood a woman dressed in the shortest, tightest outfit Ren had ever seen, making him hard in an instant.
Ren couldn't help but blink at the five foot five dwarf at his door with her hands on her slim waist and her huge moulds pushed out.
The woman wasted no time in forcing her way in, stabbing a finger on Ren's chest. "Mr. Esper, when are you going-" Her words died in her throat as the woman's gaze trailed down from Ren's eyes to his lower half.
"KYAAAAHHHH!"