With the 'Infinite Balance' skill active, Lucen bypassed the standard top-up limits. He didn't just buy diamonds; he began "Investing" directly into the game's core architecture.
100 Crore: He purchased every "Evo" weapon and maxed them out for every active player in the region, causing a global server spike.
400 Crore: He bought the rights to a "Hidden Map" and named it The Bai Sector, a zone only he controlled.
500 Crore: He triggered a "Global Rain," where 1,000,000 Diamonds fell into the accounts of every player who was currently online, provided they pledged their "In-Game Loyalty" to him.
[Transaction Progress: 1,000 / 1,000 Crore INR.]
[Mission Status: COMPLETE.]
Across the world, every Free Fire player's screen froze. A massive, gold-and-black banner covered the map. It didn't show the game's logo. It showed a single name: LUCEN BAI.
The developers at Garena headquarters were in a panic. Their systems were being flooded with more money than their entire company was worth. They weren't in control anymore. A single high-schooler from Japan had just bought their world.
Lucen sat in the flickering light of the computer lab, the "Mission Complete" screen still glowing purple in his eyes.
'System... put every single point into Intelligence.'
[Confirming Allocation: +100 Intelligence.]
[Current Intelligence: 110.]
[Warning: Host's brain capacity is exceeding the 'Mortal Limit'. Adjusting neural pathways...]
A violent, icy chill surged through Lucen's skull. It didn't hurt; it felt like a thousand doors in his mind were being kicked open at once. The world didn't just look different—it became transparent.
He could suddenly calculate the exact trajectory of every raindrop falling outside. He could see the flaws in the school's structural engineering just by looking at the ceiling. Most importantly, he could see the Global Financial Market as a simple, predictable pattern. With an Intelligence of 110, he wasn't just a genius; he was a living supercomputer.
He looked at his phone, which was vibrating with thousands of notifications. In a split second, he didn't just read them—he analyzed the intent behind every sender.
"The developers are trying to track my IP. The government is flagging the 1,000 Crore transfer. Three secret organizations are already sending agents to this school coordinates," Lucen thought, his mind moving a million miles per hour.
He didn't panic. He simply tapped a few keys on the keyboard. With his new Intelligence, he rewrote the tracking software in seconds, bouncing his digital signature through eighteen different countries and making it appear as if the "Ghost Whale" was currently in a submarine in the middle of the Atlantic.
The transformation was silent. There were no bulging muscles or flashy auras. When the 100 points settled into his Intelligence, Lucen simply blinked. To anyone watching, he looked exactly like the same high school student who had walked into the lab an hour ago.
Even Mina, who was standing right next to him, didn't notice a physical change. But when she looked into his eyes, she felt a momentary shiver—not because they were different, but because they were too still. Like a deep, dark ocean where the surface is calm, but the depths are infinite.
Lucen picked up his phone. His fingers didn't move faster, but every tap was perfect.
"In 3.2 seconds, the school principal will walk past this door," Lucen thought. "In 14 seconds, a news helicopter will fly over the east wing. And in 5 minutes, the Garena CEO will send me a private, encrypted message."
He was right about everything. As he walked out of the lab with Mina, he moved with a casual, relaxed gait. He didn't look like a billionaire or a superhuman. He looked like a boy who was just thinking about what to have for dinner.
A fleet of black luxury sedans swerved into the school's modest parking lot, led by a silver Rolls-Royce. Thomas Vance, the CEO of the global conglomerate behind Free Fire, stepped out. He was a man used to controlling markets, but today, he was sweating. His servers had been hijacked by a 1,000 Crore transaction that bypassed every security firewall in existence.
He stormed into the school's quiet courtyard, followed by elite bodyguards and top-tier forensic accountants. "Where is he?" he demanded. "Where is the owner of the UID 'Ghost Whale'?"
He found Lucen sitting on a stone bench, calmly sharing a drink with Mina. Lucen looked utterly ordinary—just a student in a plain blazer.
"You?" Vance gasped, stopping in his tracks. "You're the one who crashed our financial core? You're just a kid! I don't care who your father is—you're going to prison for market manipulation!"
Lucen didn't stand up. He didn't even look stressed. With 110 Intelligence, he had already calculated 4,000 ways this conversation would end. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, sliding it across the stone table.
"Investigate the source of the funds," Lucen said simply. "Then tell me if I've broken a single law."
Vance's head of security, a former international fraud investigator, picked up the card. His hands began to tremble the moment he felt the weight. He pulled out a specialized black-light scanner used only for ultra-high-value assets.
"Sir..." the investigator's voice was a ghostly whisper. "This is the Aethelgard Obsidian. It's the highest tier of the World Elite Reserve."
Vance scoffed. "So? A Black Card? I have one of those!"
"No, sir," the investigator gulped, turning the card over to show the back. "Look at the serial number. It's 003. There are only three of these in existence. The first was issued to a Royal Family, the second to the founder of the World Bank. This is the third."
The investigator's eyes went wide as the scanner finally bypassed the encryption. "To even hold this card, the verified liquid assets must exceed One Trillion Dollars. This card doesn't have a limit because... because the person holding it literally owns enough to buy most countries."
The color drained from Thomas Vance's face. He looked at Lucen—the "normal" boy who was calmly sipping a cheap juice box. A man worth one trillion dollars was sitting in a public high school, wearing a standard-issue uniform.
"A... Trillion?" Vance stammered. His own net worth was barely a billion. He was a grain of sand standing before a mountain. He realized that when Lucen spent 1,000 Crore in his game, it wasn't a "huge spend"—it was the equivalent of Lucen dropping a single penny on the ground and not bothering to pick it up.
"I believe we're done here, Mr. Vance," Lucen said, standing up and taking his card back. "And about my 1,000 Crore... I expect the game servers to be upgraded by tomorrow. I don't like lag."
The CEO didn't just bow; he stayed paralyzed as Lucen walked away. Mina followed, her mind spinning. She knew Lucen was rich, but the word "Trillion" was something her brain couldn't even process.
Lucen tucked the card back into his wallet with an indifferent flick of his wrist. He looked around the circle of shocked faces, his 110 Intelligence analyzing every heartbeat. He didn't need to shout; his voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a god's decree.
"Listen carefully," Lucen said. "What you saw today... what you heard... it doesn't exist. I am a student at this school, nothing more. If I find out that a single word about my finances or this card reaches the internet or the news—even as a rumor—I will hold every person in this courtyard personally responsible."
Thomas Vance, who was still trembling, nodded frantically. He knew that with Lucen's 003 Card status, Lucen could delete his entire company's bank accounts before the CEO could even finish a sentence.
"My Lord... I mean, Lucen... my lips are sealed," Vance whispered. "I will wipe the server logs of the transaction. To the world, it will look like a system glitch. No one will ever know it was you."
Sunday morning, the air in the room grew heavy as the System's purple interface pulsed with a demand that would break the world's luxury markets.
[Ding! Fourth Mission: The Eternal Estate.]
[Task: Spend 1 Trillion INR (approx. $120 Billion) on Personal Assets.]
[Target: A Primary Residence and Limited Edition Resources.]
[Time Limit: 24 Hours.]
[Reward: Mina Sato's Impression: 90% and the 'Imperial Soul' Constitution.]
Lucen didn't go to a real estate agent. He contacted a private sovereign island owner. By noon, he had purchased a massive, hidden valley on the outskirts of the city.
He commissioned the "Bai Celestial Villa." It wasn't just a house; it was a fortress of luxury built into the side of a mountain.
The Cost: 400,000 Crore.
The Features: A waterfall that flowed into a heated infinity pool, a private hospital wing for his parents, a high-tech underground training hall, and a glass-walled library for Mina. Every brick was made of reinforced marble, and every window was bulletproof crystal.
To burn the remaining 600,000 Crore, Lucen targeted items that "money usually cannot buy":
The Garage: He bought the remaining seven Rolls-Royce "Boat Tail" units in existence and a fleet of custom-armored SUVs for his family's safety.
The Wardrobe: He didn't buy clothes; he bought the entire output of the world's top three silk and cashmere farms for the next ten years, ensuring only his family would wear the finest thread on Earth.
The Art & History: He purchased 50 of the rarest historical artifacts and paintings from private collectors to decorate the villa's halls, turning his home into a private Louvre.
The Private Sky: He purchased three custom Airbus A380s, refitted as "Flying Palaces," so his parents could travel anywhere in the world without ever touching a public airport.
Mina walked through the half-finished halls of the villa, her hand in Lucen's. She saw the room he had designed specifically for her—a sun-drenched studio overlooking the valley, filled with everything she ever dreamed of.
She looked at Lucen, who was calmly managing a hundred billion-dollar contracts on his phone. He wasn't doing this to show off; he was building a wall of safety and beauty around the people he loved.
[Mina's Impression: 75%... 88%... 90%!]
[Status: Eternal Devotion.]
Mission Success:
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the final payment for a 100-carat "Eternal Blue" diamond for his mother's collection cleared.
[Transaction Confirmed: 1 Trillion INR Spent.]
[Mission Status: SUCCESS.]
[New Constitution Acquired: Imperial Soul (Physical & Mental stats are now locked at Peak Level).]