> Ding!
Six hours to carry out the mission requirents?
> The host is advised to begin the mission now.
Solomon sighed, throwing his book.
"It is not easy having a system," he muttered.
He had successfully escaped the Red Panda Casino along with yuvia. All was good—for now.
Lying in bed with his notebook and pen, Solomon thought about how to carry out the system mission. The deadline was approaching. He grumbled to himself, got out of bed, and picked up the notebook he’d thrown on the ground. Flipping to a page, he began to read.
In the book, he had recorded the functions of the system, which he had co to understand:
1. Spending money gives him cashback. High cashback. He noted.
2. If he spends money on good deeds, he gets even higher cashback.
3. Completing system missions also yields cashback.
4. Failing a mission cos with punishnt—he loses sothing and gets no cashback.
Spending money was a task imposed by the system. Failure brought high consequences.
Now, the system demanded that he start a business capable of making billions of dollars in a single day.
"That’s totally ridiculous," he scoffed, clenching his jaw.
How could a D-class man be expected to perform at such a high level?
He closed the book and sat silently on the bed, staring at the wall.
His mind went blank for a mont, weighed down by the heavy burden the system had imposed on him.
Make billions in a day?
Sorry to say—even launching a business couldn’t guarantee such returns.
What would he do to earn that kind of money in a single day?
With rebates, he could make money.
By doing rebates, he gets money.
The system hadn’t placed any limits on how much he could spend and still receive cashback.
An idea clicked in his mind.
A smile stretched across Solomon’s face.
With the right amount of spending and earning cashback, he could make the kind of money the system demanded—all in a single day.
It could be a side hustle he just made up on the spot: spend, earn, repeat, escape the punishnt.
Solomon thought this through.
Thankfully, the system couldn’t read his mind or hear his plans—it was just a ring on his finger, not implanted in his brain.
He jumped out of bed, energy surging through him, a small but confident smile forming on his face for the first ti.
He couldn’t help but say it—arrogantly:
"Damn system... I’ve found a loophole in your mission."
Now he just needed a reason to spend.
He needed to find what to spend on to trigger the cashback.
He had more than eight figures in his system wallet.
He needed to spend big—instantly—and get a rebate.
Spend. Get rebate.
Spend. Get rebate.
Spend. Get rebate.
Hm.
He stood motionless for a mont, then turned toward the book lying on his bed. He picked it up and opened it.
His finger landed on one line:
"Spend money on good deeds and get higher rebate."
That’s where he’d start.
And with that, his face lit up
-finally, a target.
....
Solomon dressed in haste, preparing to head to the nearest orphanage in the area.
He had heard that there were more than a million children in this place—orphans left behind after countless D-class citizens had died.
The thought weighed on him: So many lives lost... so many children left behind.
Donating money to the orphanage would count as a good deed.
A good deed that, hopefully, would also bring him cashback.
He didn’t want to overthink it—too much thinking would only make him hesitant.
After taking the nearest subway station, he’d arrive at the orphanage.
When he entered the station, the people there were friendly—they were fellow citizens of his class.
A schoolgirl with two ponytails and white hair smiled at him, but Solomon ignored her.
That wasn’t his mission right now.
His focus was singular: get to the orphanage—urgently.
He wished the train would move faster.
For hours, he sat on the train patiently, until finally, a holy chi echoed from the speaker.
He stood, adjusted his coat, and stepped off the train.
Solomon fumbled with his fingers as he walked toward the orphanage.
From a distance, he noticed security guards stationed at the gate.
The environnt, once again, felt like a third-rate wasteland—almost like a deserted land.
He kept his mind blank and continued walking steadily toward the gate.
As he got closer, the guards ca into clear view.
Their expressions hardened the mont they laid eyes on him.
Without hesitation, they reached for the guns holstered at their sides and aid them at him.
Solomon slowly shifted his gaze toward the weapons being pointed at him.
"Who are you?" one of the guards demanded.
Solomon stared back and replied, "I’m here on business. Where is the owner of the orphanage? I have an appointnt with him."
It was total nonsense—a blatant lie.
But Solomon delivered it with a sincere expression, hoping it would pass.
The guards exchanged glances, clearly trying to decide whether to believe him or not.
"We’ll need to confirm if the chief really has an appointnt with you," one of them said.
Alarm bells rang in Solomon’s heart.
If they went to call the owner and found out there was no scheduled eting, it would be over. The chief could easily throw him out.
What to do?
A tactic quickly ford in his mind.
Solomon slipped a hand into his pocket—a casual gesture to steady himself and appear more composed.
"When you go in there to get the chief," he said firmly, "tell him an investor has co to see him—soone interested in investing in the orphanage."
The guards exchanged glances again.
They whispered among themselves for a mont.
Eventually, two guards remained at the gate while the other two went inside to report to the chief.
Solomon stood outside for a long ti.
Minutes turned into hours as he endured the piercing stares of the guards at the gate.
Finally, he saw the two guards returning from reporting to the chief.
"The chief says you can co in," one of them said, resuming his position at the gate.
Solomon understood what that ant. He gave them a slight nod and stepped into the orphanage.
Soone was already waiting at the main entrance to lead him to the chief.
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