Infinite Tycoon System: Vengeance Unleashed

Chapter2

“Welcome! Now you're the host of the Infinite Tycoon System.

This system will be your weapon and ally to rise, climb to the pinnacle of power, and avenge every insult."

"About the System:

Infinite in building wealth, influence, and power.

Every step and decision will earn you Infinite Points, which you can use to upgrade your body, mind, and skills and create your business empire.

System Objectives:

1. Transform you from the underestimated to the most powerful person in Stone City.

2. Control the business, politics, and power in Stone City.

3. Take revenge on those who brought you down.

[System Basic Rules]

1. There is no retreat. Once a mission is accepted, failure will reduce the Host's attributes.

2. Every advantage has a price. Balance and Infinite Points must be used wisely.

3. Others cannot use the system. The system will disappear when the host dies.

System Notes:

The world has laughed at you, Host.

It's time for you to bring them to their knees.

Mark's eyes opened fully. He looked up and to the side, and there was no one.

“System? What's going on? Is this Gerald and Gwen's plan? What else do you want to trap me or use me again?" Mark's voice sounded loud. "Don't play me!" Mark almost cried; he didn't have the strength to protect himself.

But the system notification voice kept repeating until another hologram screen showed a choice.

[Say yes, if you want revenge, or choose no, then everything will be forfeited.]

Mark never dreamed of having the system. He also thought about the rewards and benefits he would get. Perhaps this would change his fate as a humiliated loser into a lucky man.

"It doesn't matter if this is a system; I won't waste this opportunity.”

Mark caught his breath, then replied, "Alright, I agree!"

[System notification: $10,000 deposited into a Stone bank account in the name of Mark Olson]

Mission One - "Spend all the money in your account! Make yourself look rich and attractive."]

[Reward:

+100 Infinite Points

100,000$]

The screen disappeared, and Mark felt like his body was being violently shocked. But his body's reaction was different; he felt his muscles tighten, the pain of the blow marks on his body lessened, and he thought he had the strength to get up.

He tried to get up slowly, soon standing firmly on his feet. Mark looked at the building. The image of what happened earlier disturbed him.

Mark spat at the blood that had gathered in his mouth. He straightened his head.

“If this is my way, I will make them kneel at my feet."

He left the place, riding his rickety, worn-out motorcycle. The first destination was the hospital.

***

Mark rushed out on his first mission two days after a short stay at the hospital. With his heart racing, he entered a boutique near the city center. His inferiority complex still lingering, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to pay for what he wanted to take.

But the system couldn't wait; he was reminded every night, and even when he paid the hospital fees, the system put extra money in his account specifically to pay.

Mark stared at the rows of expensive clothes and suits of men with money. He had been to this boutique before, but only until the entrance. Gwen asked him to wait outside because she didn't want to be caught by her other friends if they were together.

Mark saved up for two months to buy Gwen the T-shirt and scarf she wanted at this boutique. The price was ridiculous, but for the sake of his girlfriend, he was willing.

Mark touches the hanger of the black T-shirt. This was his taste. But he swallowed bitterly when he heard someone's voice behind him.

"Why haven't you forgotten me yet, Mark? Why did you stalk me all the way to the boutique? You know, you won't be able to buy anything here."

Mark turned around, finding Gwen folding her arms across her chest with an infuriating smile.

"I didn't even know you were here. Don't accuse others of being obsessed with you. I've even deleted your number on my phone."

Gwen laughed. "Give me back that shirt, or you'll be arrested and jailed for theft!" Gwen's voice rose; she was about to snatch the hanger from Mark's hand, but Mark brushed her off lightly.

“You can't do this. I'll buy it!"

"How could you? You're a loser. Look for used clothes in the trash. This boutique is not your place! Even if you work 24 hours every day, you'll never be able to buy anything, you rotten loser!” From the side, Gerald came over too. He put his hand around Gwen's waist, showing affection to make Mark jealous. They laughed at Mark.

Mark didn't want to get involved,

Gwen told the shop assistant, “He used to ruin those clothes! Trust me!"

The woman looked Mark up and down; she became suspicious.

"Are you going to ruin these clothes? We can't serve you." The shop assistant snatched the shirt from Mark's hand.

Gwen laughed as she took the clothes from the woman and asked about each thing. Mark looked sharply at them.

"Is this how you serve customers? Some of the things women bought here came from my money? Now you want to humiliate me? Call your manager, I will make a bad judgment of this boutique!"

The shop assistant was shocked; she stared at Gwen.

"Shut up! Are you slandering me?" Gwen pointed at Mark's face.

Gerald came forward and started intimidating Mark again.

"Do you want to get hurt again like yesterday? Take it back now!" He wanted to squeeze Mark's shirt, but Mark roughly pushed him away.

“No need to interfere! I wouldn't have said that if you hadn't started it!"

"What's all the commotion about? What's going on?" A formally dressed woman came from the doorway of the staff section of the boutique. She had Marissa's name tag as the boutique manager.

Mark approached the manager.

"They're all preventing me from shopping here. I wanted to pay for it!"

Marissa approached the shop assistant. "Linda, is what this gentleman says true? Are you doing a bad job? Apologize immediately! And serve our customers well!"

The shop assistant bowed and apologized to Mark. Then she took the clothes that were on Gwen.

Gwen and Gerald were still staring mockingly at Mark.

They even followed Mark to the cashier's desk. She counted the number of clothes Mark bought, which cost $3,500.

"You won't be able to afford it! It's too expensive!" Gerald said.

Gwen rolled her eyes when Mark took a card from his wallet. “I warned you, Mark. You'll get in tro

uble for ruining those clothes! You'll never be able to buy them!”

"Who said that?" Mark tapped his card on the machine.