Chapter 7
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William stared at his phone's screen, jaw dropping slightly as he made his way to his apartment.
"Oh my god..! I f*****g love this!"
The first day with the Wealth System ended with so many unforgettable memories. William couldn't even begin to express how he felt after everything that had happened.
Thretasks… All successfully completed. $2.6 million rewarded. It was indeed a day to remember. William already knew that this was the beginning of his domination.
Earning $2,000,000 just for slapping the landlord with a pack of cash? That was insane. But what could he say? If he had to do it again and again, he'd do so with pleasure.
Not that he truly wanted the apartment building for himself-it was more about the system's directive. Now that he owned it, he had no intention of wasting time playing landlord.
William chose to sponsor a complete renovation of the terribly old building and appointed Mr. Collins as the new caretaker, despite the man's name recent harsh treatment and lack of consideration.
The next morning, William woke up to a series of messages from the system one he hadn't expected, but found quite intriguing.
> (The first day with the Infinite Wealth System has passed. Now it's time to get into real action.]
[Main Task: Rise to the top of the world. Build the largest and strongest business empire. Become the richest man who ever lived. Avenge your family's destruction.]
William smiled. "The last one... that one's etched in my soul. I won't rest until I fulfill it."
He recalled the day he was told his father had died in jail, just six months after his arrest. No one could provide a clear cause of death. Even the autopsy results were kept concealed. William knew deep down that his father had been murdered. No level of persuasion could convince him otherwise.
> [Your next three tasks, host. You are urged to complete them within a week.]
[Task #004 (Bronze Level): Buy a rose and give it to a random girl in your department. Make sure she smiles and accepts it. Most importantly, ensure she's seated close to Selene, close enough for her to notice.]
[Reward: $500,000. +2 Charm.]
[Task #005 (Bronze Level): Create your first local business and earn over $100,000 in a week.]
[Reward: $1 million. +2 Reputation. +2 Influence.]
[(Task #006 (Silver Level): Attend a luxury auction you weren't invited to. Outbid a millionaire on a Rolex and walk away without collecting it.]
[Reward: $5 million. +3 Reputation. +2 Charisma. +2 Confidence. +1 Wealth Point.]
William studied all the new stats and nodded thoughtfully. His first silver level task was now live--and it sounded absolutely crazy. He just hoped he had enough to outbid whatever millionaire he would face at that auction. If not, it could get awkward quickly.
The other two tasks seemed more straightforward. After successfully getting Carmen's number the previous day, a simple flower and smile seemed like light work. William got up earlier than usual. He had plans to fulfill.
Dressing in one of the designer outfits he had bought the day before, he stepped out of his apartment. This time, he ignored his electric bike and headed straight to a luxury auto store.
Yes, William was about to buy his first car.
Walking into the dealership with a regal air, he confidently requested his choice and ended up spending $700,000 on a McLaren Sabre.
"Get ready, world. This is the beginning of my domination," he said out loud, a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he signed the receipts and stepped into the car.
The McLaren Sabre cruised effortlessly onto the Sky High University campus, purring like a mechanical beast. It glided to a stop in front of the Faculty of Business building. The diamond-cut butterfly doors lifted upward like the wings of a futuristic bird.
Out stepped William, dressed in a crisp black suit. His dark sunglasses reflected the crowd of stunned students watching him in awe.
Gasps spread like wildfire.
"Is that... William?"
"No way! He was wearing thrift hoodies two days ago!"
"That's a limited-edition Sabre! It's worth seven hundred thousand dollars. How did he afford that?!"
Whispers and excited chatter filled the air, but William simply smiled.
Phones were already out... students pretending to tie shoelaces just to sneak better angles for photos and videos. William said nothing. He adjusted his collar and walked with the silent authority of a king.
Entering the Faculty of Business, he walked straight to his department. Inside the lecture hall, Devon was already seated, surrounded by his usual clique. Selene sat beside him in a tight beige dress, legs crossed, her gaze sharp. They were all in the same department. When William walked in, the room went quiet again.
He didn't search for a seat. Instead, he confidently approached a beautiful, chocolate-skinned girl sitting just a few spots from Selene. Without hesitation, he offered her the rose.
She looked up, surprise and intrigue dancing in her eyes. Then, as William smiled, she couldn't help but smile back, soft and genuine.
William wondered if his Charm attribute was rising on its own already.
Selene noticed it instantly. A wave of discomfort and jealousy rolled through her like a slap of mud across her face. The murmurs returned as the class watched the bold move unfold. The girl shyly adjusted to let William sit next to her.
Minutes later, Professor Lawrence entered. A seasoned economist in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair, he held a sleek digital pad and wore a no-nonsense expression.
"Good morning, class," he said. "Let's start with something simple."
He scribbled something on the smart board. "Who can tell me the difference between an appreciating asset and a depreciating liability using real-world brand references?"
He glanced around.
"Devon Hamilton. Enlighten us." Devon straightened his back, his expression suddenly unsure.
"Uh... An appreciating asset is like... property, I guess. And a liability is.. spending?"
A few students snickered. Devon's face twitched. Professor Lawrence raised an unimpressed brow. "That's… vague. Anyone else?"
"That was the last topic,” William thought. I remember it perfectly. Before the professor could call another name, William's calm voice rose from the center.
"An appreciating asset is like a Rolex Daytona or a Hermès Birkin bag. These items increase in value over time due to scarcity and brand prestige. A depreciating liability, on the other hand, would be a new mid-tier sedan—these cars loses about 20% of its net value the moment it's driven off the lot."
Heads turned.
William leaned back with one leg over the other, hands calmly clasped. "Value isn't just about function, it's about perception, scarcity, and timeless demand."
Professor Lawrence paused, then slowly nodded.
"Well articulated. Very precise, young man. Name?"
"William Hudson."
"I'll remember that," Professor Lawrence said with a rare smile.
The murmurs grew louder. Selene's jaw was tight. Devon's smile was a mask, hiding boiling embarrassment. of all people.. Jaydern Hudson.
The same "nobody" he had mocked was now outshining him... In front of everyone.
When class ended, students slowly filed out. Devon, however, charged straight toward William near the hallway, Selene close behind him.
"You think this is a game?" Devon hissed. "Answering out of turn like you're the star? You may have gotten lucky, but don't overstep. This is my stage. You're walking on borrowed light."
William stood still, eyes steady as steel.
"If I were borrowing light," he said smoothly, "you'd already be in the dark."
Devon blinked, fists tightening. But before he could bark a comeback
"William!"
The voice was smooth, commanding, seductive. William turned. There she was, Carmen, leaning against the wall in a dark green leather jacket, heels clicking against the floor. Her blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, her eyes locked on him with a smirk. She waved him over like she owed the hallway. William looked back at Devon and Selene.
"Excuse me," he said, flashing a calm, knowing smile. Then, he walked away.
And as he did, he left behind Devon, Selene, and their crew, glaring at the back of a man who carried no fear, no doubt, no apology… Only momentum.
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