system King

Evening had descended, and the skies above the college campus were covered in heavy, threatening clouds. A torrential rain was at its peak, flooding the streets and sending vehicles splashing through puddles. Amidst this downpour, standing under the outer shed of the main college café, was a young man. His name was Kunal Bhoj. Kunal’s hair was completely drenched, his shirt and jacket soaked through, and his body shivered slightly from the cold. But far heavier than his physical shivering was his mental turmoil. His hands clutched a gorgeous and expensive gift box tightly against his chest, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. For the past three years, Kunal had been trailing behind Neha Sharma—one of the most beautiful and popular girls on campus—like a loyal, devoted simp. Whenever Neha asked, Kunal dropped everything to help her. Whether it was preparing notes, carrying her heavy bags, or treating her to expensive snacks at the café, Kunal never looked back. Today, he was fully convinced that three years of unwavering devotion would finally pay off. He had pooled all his savings to buy this special gift for Neha and had decided to confess his feelings. Moments later, the glass doors of the café pushed open, and Neha emerged with two of her friends. Neha wore a designer raincoat, and her face carried that aristocratic arrogance that made her famous across the college. As Neha’s eyes fell on Kunal shivering in the corner of the café, her eyebrows knitted together in sheer irritation and disgust. Kunal’s heart hammered against his ribs. He took a deep breath, swallowed his nervousness, and stepped forward, putting his heart on the line. Ignoring the splashing rain, he stopped right in front of Neha, extended the expensive gift box with trembling hands, and lowered his gaze to speak in a soft, gentle voice: > Kunal: "Neha... for the past three years, there's something I've wanted to tell you. This... this is for you. Will you accept my feelings?" > A few other students standing nearby stopped to watch the drama unfold. But Neha showed not an ounce of shame or softness. She looked at her friends and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Neha stepped forward and struck the expensive gift box out of Kunal’s hands with a vicious shove, sending it flying straight into the muddy puddle below. The lid popped open, and the gift inside was instantly ruined by mud. Right at that moment, the door of a sleek, parked luxury sports car swung open, and Rahul—the wealthiest and most arrogant student in college—stepped out holding an umbrella. Rahul walked right up to Neha, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close. Neha locked her venomous eyes onto Kunal and shrieked: > Neha: "Kunal! What on earth do you think you are? You're a street-trash nobody, and you actually thought buying a few cheap gifts could bring you to my level? What is your status anyway? I only kept you around for the past three years so you could do my chores, write my college assignments, and buy me free gifts! You are nothing more than a pathetic, begging dog. Don't you ever dare show your ugly face to me again!" > > Rahul (laughing mockingly): "Didn't you hear her, Kunal? Stay in your lane, you poor loser!" > With that, Neha and Rahul climbed into the luxury car, which sped off, splashing muddy water all over Kunal. The crowd slowly dispersed. Outside the café, there was only the roaring rain and heavy silence. Kunal sank to his knees right there in the mud and rainwater, staring blankly ahead. His chest felt as though someone had torn his heart straight out. Three years of sacrifice, loyalty, and genuine emotion had been trampled into the dirt in a single second. Hot tears streamed down his face, mixing seamlessly with the rainwater. Kunal felt like the most helpless, foolish, and unfortunate human being alive. He buried his face in his hands, choking back his agony. > Kunal (muttering to himself): "Why...? What did I do wrong? Is this the reward for loyalty?" > Just as Kunal’s mental and emotional balance reached its breaking point, a strange, mechanical, echoing sound chimed inside his mind— [Beep! Beep! Beep!] The sound didn't come from any external speaker; it resonated directly inside his brain. Kunal snapped his head up in shock. Right before his eyes, suspended in the air, a transparent, glowing blue digital screen materialized, filled with futuristic code and high-tech fonts. A robotic yet crystal-clear voice echoed in his mind: > [Cosmic scan complete...] > [Host's emotional state: Extreme trauma, subject to cruel humiliation.] > [Qualified candidate confirmed: Kunal Bhoj.] > [System binding successful: 'Ultimate Dog-Licking Gold System' has been successfully activated!] > Kunal stared at the blue screen with bloodshot, swollen eyes. He couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or losing his mind. Before Kunal could process anything, the text on the blue screen refreshed rapidly, laying out the system's core mechanics: * Host: Kunal Bhoj * Initial Balance: 1,000 Trillion Rupees in unlimited cash and digital credit. * Core Rule: This fund can only be spent on women. The host cannot use this money directly for himself or for non-female purposes (such as paying off personal debts or buying personal luxuries directly). * Reward Mechanism: Whenever the host spends money from this system on a woman (through gifts, shopping, dining, etc.), a massive portion of the spent amount will be refunded as 'Cashback' directly into the host's independent, legal bank accounts. Furthermore, the host's physical strength, charm, intelligence, and social status (attributes) will permanently increase! Kunal’s breath caught. He read the numbers on the screen again—1,000 Trillion Rupees! In his entire life, even seeing ten thousand rupees had been a massive struggle. Today, he had been handed a system controlling a staggering 1,000 trillion rupees, meant solely for spending on women! The bitter irony was that just minutes ago, a woman (Neha) had crushed him into the dirt over money and social standing, and now fate had handed him the ultimate key to wealth—through spending on women! The tears dried instantly in Kunal’s eyes. The pain inside him morphed into a cold, burning fire and fierce ambition. A strange, dangerous, and confident smile spread across his face. > Kunal (to himself): "Neha... Rahul... You thought I was a beggar? Now it's time to show you my true power." > The scene shifts. Located in the city's poshest commercial hub, the 'Royal Versace' and Global Luxury Mall district glowed brilliantly under pristine white lights. Inside the mall's most expensive multi-brand showroom, Neha and Rahul strolled hand in hand. Neha was still laughing about the incident earlier, boasting to Rahul: > Neha: "Did you see Rahul? That loser Kunal's face was priceless! People like him are only born to wipe our shoes." > > Rahul (smiling): "Forget that good-for-nothing, Neha. Your mood got ruined today, so pick whatever you like from this showroom without holding back. Your boyfriend is ready to fund all your whims today." > Neha’s eyes sparkled. She began pointing toward the showroom's most expensive diamond counters and limited-edition handbags worth hundreds of thousands. The store manager hovered around them eagerly, knowing Rahul belonged to an elite, wealthy family. At that exact moment, a slight commotion occurred at the glass front doors of the showroom. The security guard stepped forward to block the incoming figure, but instead of stopping, the person strode right past him. It was Kunal. Though his clothes were still slightly damp, the aura of supreme confidence, quiet poise, and dangerous magnetism he radiated instantly drew everyone's attention. When Neha turned around and looked, her eyes went wide with shock. It was Kunal—the exact same guy she had shoved into the mud moments ago. But today, his old pathetic hesitation was entirely gone. An arrogant showroom salesman rushed over to Kunal, barking angrily: > Salesman: "Hey! Are you here to watch a circus? Get lost, this isn't a regular shop. Even a single item here would cost more than your family's generations of earnings!" > From across the room, Neha called out tauntingly: > Neha: "Oh look Rahul! It looks like he learned a new way to beg. Maybe he came to pick up our dropped crumbs!" > Rahul burst out laughing. Kunal didn't even glance at the salesman. He slipped his hand into his pocket and mentally activated the system. Suddenly, a digital chime rang inside his mind: > [System Notification: System funds being utilized for the first time.] > [Target Category: Female consumers (Target: Impressing female sales staff and customers in the showroom).] > [Fund Withdrawal: ₹50,00,000 approved instantly!] > Kunal pulled an ultra-rare, pitch-black 'Metallic Black Card'—possessed only by the world's elite billionaires—from his pocket and tossed it onto the counter. He spoke to the manager in a cold, heavy tone: > Kunal: "Every single woman currently present in this showroom—whether customer or employee—pack the most expensive watches, perfumes, and handbags for all of them. And as for the madam standing right over there," Kunal pointed toward Neha, "pack the cheapest, most pathetic item in this store for her, because anything more expensive would completely mismatch her worth." > The manager picked up the black card with trembling hands and swiped it into the machine. Within a second, a long receipt printed out from the machine as a bright green light flashed on the screen—[Transaction Approved: ₹50,00,000/-]. Pin-drop silence filled the entire showroom. The manager's face turned white with terror, and he immediately bowed at a 90-degree angle. The salesman was struck dumb. Far across the room, the color drained entirely from Neha and Rahul’s faces; their jaws hung wide open, completely unable to believe their eyes. Kunal turned to look at Neha, adjusted his collar, and muttered a cold smile to himself— > Kunal (to himself): "This is only the beginning, Neha. The whole world is about to change." >