Chapter 3
The moment the car was about to vanish into the distance, the people began to chatter heavily, while some looked at Jessica, as if she was a high level of idiot.
"Is… was that car really his?"
"Impossible! how can that be! Wasn't that guy just a low-level clerk? How could a pauper like him afford such a car?"
"what if he's a hidden second generation!"
"Shut up, you nerd! this is not your imaginary Manhua's."
Some people were literally pulling at their hair, unable to process what they were seeing; they never imagined that the ordinary-looking Alex was actually the owner they had all been dying to see.
The new world that had unfolded in front of them was completely insane!
And one who looked most dreaded and stupefied was Jessica. This little dumbo was so eager to climb the social ladder, but the moment the guy she called 'Poor' got into the car, she froze like a statue.
"I'm an idiot! I was stupid! Alex, you're my master! Please let me in the car!"
"As long as you accept me as your woman, I'll do anything! It would be my honor to be with you!"
"I'm really good at taking care of thick egg plants! Unlike those certain celebrities." Jessica screamed desperately at the car, completely losing her mind.
Unfortunately, the Pagani roared to life, turning into a blazing red streak as it shot out of the neighborhood.
"Nooo!" She chased after it for a few steps before collapsing to the ground. "How could this happen… how…"
Lying there with messy hair and a broken spirit, Jessica was consumed by regret; If only she had known that the guy she always looked down on was actually a rich heir.
If only she had known that nerdy little clerk drove a fifty-million-dollar Pagani.
If only she knew his real worth, she would have never looked down on him, instead she would've twirled her ass on his face, all the time.
But right now, she wanted to slap herself senseless, as she had brought this on herself and to her own kerma, there were no "if onlys" in life.
Upstairs, watching the Pagani disappear into the distance, Mrs. Thompson stood frozen for a long time; eventually, she snapped out of her shock realising her hands were getting too wet.
"As expected of the man I desired.. Everything he said was true. Looks like I was overthinking it." Knowing Alex was truly extraordinary made her both happy for him and a little sad.
The five properties she had been so proud of suddenly felt insignificant next to that blazing red car.
As a top-tier supercar, the driving experience of the Pagani was in a completely different league from ordinary sports cars; the unique, luxurious interior, the perfectly contoured seats, and the deep, thunderous growl of the engine — every detail sent a thrill straight through Alex's body.
"This shit, it's actually real!" Alex couldn't help shouting in excitement.
He was twenty-five years old this year. Two years after graduating, he still had no car, no house, and no savings. His modest goal had been to save twenty thousand dollars this year so he could put a down payment on a cheap used car.
Even that felt almost impossible, a few hours ago.
With a monthly salary of just three thousand dollars, after rent, bills, food, and transportation, he was left with almost nothing. Some nights he lay in bed feeling completely hopeless.
No matter how hard he struggled, the cold reality of high living costs and impossible housing prices could crush anyone in an instant.
But now, the unknown system has completely flipped his life upside down, just the first reward alone had given him a Pagani Huayra worth fifty million dollars.
And that wasn't even the biggest prize.
"Oh right — there's also the Royalist Group, valued at eighty billion dollars!" Alex suddenly remembered the first sign-in reward.
He knew the Royalist Group well. It was one of the largest and most powerful conglomerates in the entire city — a true giant that ordinary people could only dream of working for, let alone owning.
Now, that same empire was in his hands, and the thought made his heart race with excitement and disbelief.
"Is this the real power of the system?" The Strongest Sign-In System he had received was simply unbelievable.
Every week it would automatically sign in and deliver new rewards — sometimes cash, sometimes items, sometimes even entire companies. The mystery of what would come next filled Alex with anticipation.
"The first sign-in gave me the Royalist Group worth eighty billion… I wonder what the next one will bring?"
While he was lost in thought, his cheap hundred-dollar smartphone suddenly rang with an unfamiliar number.
Alex stopped at a red light and answered.
"Hello, is this Mr. Alex?" A mature, slightly sultry female voice came through the speaker.
"Uh… yes, this is Alex."
He wasn't used to being called "Mr. Alex" yet.
"Perfect. My name is Sophia Blake. I'm the Chief Financial Officer of the Royalist Group. The ownership transfer contracts need your signature." Sophia tried to hide her curiosity; from his voice alone, she could tell the new boss was very young.
So young, yet he had just acquired an eighty-billion-dollar conglomerate. How was that even possible?
"Alright. Meet me at The Royal Pavilion. I'll be waiting there," Alex said casually and hung up.
The Royal Pavilion was one of the most exclusive fine-dining restaurants in the city. The minimum spend was easily five hundred dollars per person. Only the truly wealthy and influential dined there.
Alex's life had changed overnight — he no longer needed to survive on instant noodles to save a few bucks.
When the light turned green, the fiery red Pagani roared powerfully and shot forward smoothly, disappearing down the road under countless envious stares.
Before long, he arrived at The Royal Pavilion.
This place was a paradise for the rich. The parking lot outside was filled with luxury cars, most worth at least a million dollars, with several three- and five-million-dollar vehicles mixed in.
The valet on duty was used to it and barely reacted anymore.
But when he heard the deep, menacing growl of an engine and turned to look, his entire body froze.
The sleek, wedge-shaped body, the dramatic teardrop glass cabin, and especially the iconic gull-wing doors — every detail screamed pure exclusivity.
"Pagani Huayra…" the valet whispered in awe.
Even after seeing countless million-dollar cars every day, this one left him petrified.
"Got a parking spot?" Alex asked casually as the gull-wing door rose upward.
"Yes, sir! Of course!" The valet nodded frantically like a woodpecker and quickly guided him to the best available space.
This wasn't just any supercar — it was worth tens of millions. In this city, it was likely the first one he had ever seen.
Not long after Alex parked, a silver Mercedes-Benz S-Class pulled into the lot.
"Hey, where's the last reserved parking spot I booked?" the Mercedes owner demanded arrogantly.
"Sorry, sir. It's already been given to another guest," the valet replied honestly.
The Mercedes owner exploded in anger. He jumped out of the car and pointed at the valet's face "Who the hell dares to steal my parking spot? I'll smash his damn car right now!"
He stormed to the trunk, pulled out a baseball bat, and waved it wildly.
The valet, knowing he couldn't afford trouble, simply pointed toward the Pagani. "It's that one. Go ahead."
The moment the Mercedes owner looked over, he went deathly silent; holding the bat, he stood frozen — unable to move forward or back.
The blazing red supercar looked like it cost more than his entire net worth. One swing and he'd be ruined for life.
"Not smashing it?" the valet asked innocently.
"Hehe… just joking, man. why ask so serious?" The Mercedes owner forced a sheepish smile, tossed the bat back into the trunk, and hurriedly drove away without another word.