[Ding! You're being targeted by a powerful person.]
[Ultimate Choice function activated.]
Parker barely had ti to blink before the system hit him with that notification, the glowing blue text hovering in the air like it was waiting for his reaction. He let out a slow breath, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. So, 'soone' had the balls to co after him before Parker even did anything? Cute. Parker's fingers paused mid-tap against the wheel. Huh. Interesting.
[Option 1: A prince can never be prey. Face the enemy head-on and teach them a reason to never ss with you again!
[Rewards: Plunder restriction lifted & low-tier knowledge about the biggest families on Earth!]
He exhaled through his nose, rolling his tongue against his cheek. Not bad.
Lifting the restriction on Plunder ant he could use his power instantly, no more waiting around like so peasant relying on physical strength. That alone was a tempting upgrade. Magic, raw and untad, right at his fingertips whenever he wanted.
Then there was the knowledge—low-tier, sure, but still a foot in the door. Knowing who really ran the mundane world? Who pulled the strings behind the boring-ass corporate façade of banks and politics? That's information even his hacking couldn't get him, information so hidden.
Yeah, that was leverage. That was power.
But… was it enough?
Parker drumd his fingers against the wheel, expression flat. It looked good on the surface—shiny, imdiate, satisfying. But was it worth taking just because it felt convenient right now? Would he really settle for the first offer thrown his way like so desperate whore in a bidding war?
Hell no. Settling for quick power over greater benefits was how idiots got played. He scoffed and flicked his eyes to the next option.
[Option 2: The true Prince Of Existence is not rash—he is the master of subtlety, a planner, a real long-ga player. The Nyxilith Prince toys with his enemies! Watch your enemy stew in despair for failing to deal with you, play in the shadows, and then strike with a devastating blow when they least expect it!
[Rewards: Infinity Physical Stats Card (cannot be used if the Master already possesses any infinite physical stat), two 'One-in-a-Million Chances' single-use 50x Cashback Cards, and… a beach house.]
Parker's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his foot pressing slightly harder on the gas. A smirk stretched across his face, slow and sharp.
Now, that's more like it.
Compared to lifting the Plunder restriction—sothing that was bound to unlock on its own eventually it he waited a bit more—infinite stats were on another level. That was the kind of shit you couldn't just grind for. That was real power, the kind that tilted the ga board entirely in his favor.
Then there were the two Cashback Cards. 50x returns. Not double, not triple—fifty-fucking-tis. His mind instantly calculated the kind of obscene power moves he could pull with those. They obliterated the asly low-tier knowledge from Option 1.
And the beach house?
He let out a short laugh.
Yeah, okay, that was cute. A nice little bonus, but let's be real—he was already in a position where he could buy a dozen beachfront properties without breaking a sweat.
Still, the real value here was the Infinity Stats Card and those two Cashback Cards.
Parker rolled his shoulders, revving the engine harder, the aggressive growl of his Jesto filling the night air. He could still rember the infinity stats he'd failed to claim back then, until now, it was still painful. How long has it been two months? Or less?
Still, did this an if he'd accepted the haste infinity stamina he would've failed fully use the Infinity Stats Card? Scary coincidences?
He didn't even need to see Option 3.
Option 1? Trash.
Option 2? A fucking goldmine.
Decision? Already made.
Of course, Option Three was always garbage—most of the tis if not 99%. It was the equivalent of those scam sweepstakes emails—big, shiny promises wrapped in absolute bullshit.
Still, Parker checked it anyway.
[Option 3: Fools rush in! Confront the enemy imdiately without knowing the full scope of their power, influence, and reach!
[Reward: A thirty-story building!]
Parker blinked. Then blinked again.
Then he fucking scoffed.
A building?
How much did that cost again? A few hundred million? Maybe a bit more if it was in a pri location?
Fuck off.
He could buy hundreds of those if he wanted. Hell, he already had assets worth way more than that. A single building was nothing compared to what was on the table in Option 2. Did they really think he'd trade infinite stats and 50x cashback cards for so basic-ass real estate?
He trashed it away without a second thought.
[Ding! Master has chosen Option 2.
[Check the inventory for rewards!
[Congratulations, Master!]
Parker let out a slow, satisfied exhale, his fingers flexing over the wheel.
This was it. Another door to more power had just swung wide open. And now? He just had to wait for the fool who thought they could challenge him to walk straight into his trap.
A sudden ring through his now connected earpieces pulled him from his thoughts.
"Yo. Honey? You ready or what?" Tessa's voice, impatient as ever, ca from her car.
Another voice followed right after—Atalanta, smooth and effortlessly confident. "If you're done daydreaming, we have a race to finish."
Parker chuckled, rolling his neck before revving the engine again, the roar of the V12 sending vibrations through his chest.
He pressed the button on his comm. "I'm ready."
The first race between Parker and Tessa never had a real winner. Between the police chase, that random Bugatti driver showing off, and the Olympian Champions showing up like they owned the streets, the whole thing got cut short. But now? Now it was different. No interruptions. No distractions. Just pure, unfiltered speed.
And this ti, Atalanta was in the mix.
How fast was an Olympian Champion? Parker didn't know. And honestly? He didn't need to know. He wasn't here with that burning, gotta-win-or-die-trying energy. He was here for the thrill. The deep thump of adrenaline. The rush that made his fingers tighten around the wheel and his foot itch against the gas pedal.
And, of course, to give the girls one hell of a ride.
Then—
[Ding! A single Ultimate Choice function activated!]
Parker blinked.
[Ding! Master must choose: YES or NO.] Go on system let's see what you've got!
[Option: Let the gods experience your journey and power plays for a year!]
[Reward: Concept Card!
[Description: ???]
The fuck?
His fingers drumd against the wheel as he mulled it over. Let the gods watch him? For a whole year? That was so bold-ass exposure. He'd been dodging their attention for a reason.
But then, Levi's voice slithered into his mind, smooth and taunting.
[Won't it be fun, Master? Imagine those gods watching helplessly as you take power. As you plunder everything they thought belonged to them—starting with their most outstanding champions.]
Parker's smirk stretched slow and sharp.
Of fucking course.
He didn't even hesitate.
[Ding! Master has chosen YES! Your actions are no longer hidden from the gods.
[Ding! You have received a Concept Card! Will be in the inventory after the race!]
Yay.
Now it was ti to rage.
His grip tightened on the wheel, heart thrumming with anticipation. If the gods wanted a show, he'd give them one. He flicked a glance toward Tessa and Atalanta, both revving their engines like war drums before battle.
He grinned.
"Hope you girls can keep up."
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