That Night
That night, I didn't sleep.
Not immediately.
Instead, I sat at my desk.
Testing.
Pushing.
Breaking every expectation I had.
And the conclusion?
"…this is too much."
In my old world, power always came with rules.
Cooldowns.Energy cost.Limitations.
Even in fiction—
There was always a balance.
like The Law from Fullmetal Alchemy.
Equivalent exchange.
You gain something.
You lose something.
But When The Casset already reach 100 Pcs
There is no Gate. There is no entity name truth
But this?
"…none."
No cost.
No cooldown.
No restriction.
"No limit."
I looked at the stack of stuff in front of me.
Walkmans.
Blank cassette tapes.
All new.
Clean.
Perfect.
Like they just came out of a factory.
Too perfect.
I exhaled slowly.
"This isn't power…"
"It's a problem."
My eyes shifted to the small pile of cash on the table.
Ten-dollar bills.
I picked one up.
Then another. Compared them.
Texture. Color. Weight.
Identical.
"…yeah."
My grip tightened slightly.
"This isn't money."
"It's evidence."
In my old life, I'd heard enough stories.
People messing with currency—
They don't get chased by local cops.
They get noticed by the federal government.
"Uncle Sam doesn't like people playing with dollars."
I let out a quiet breath.
"And I'm not getting on that radar."
Not now. Not ever.
I grabbed a piece of paper.
Structure.
Pick items that sell in this era.
Electronics.Portable.In demand.
Pick people who can move product.
People who know the streets.People who understand value.
Find channels.
Places that don't ask questions.
Build a front later.
Something clean. Something stable.
I paused.
Pen hovering.
One name surfaced immediately.
Kareem Jevon. A Brother (Template Form Julius "Every Hate Christ")
"…yeah."
We grew up together.
Different worlds.
Same streets.
A white kid.A black kid.
We were just kids exploring the woods behind our houses.
Climbing trees.
Getting lost.
Finding our way back.
And somehow—
We never stopped being friends.
Kareem wasn't like most people.
He understood money.
Because he had to. Three siblings.
Parents struggling.
Bills are always waiting.
He was the oldest.
Which meant—
He didn't get the luxury of being careless.
By junior grade, he was already selling secondhand items at school.
Bootleg CD.Radios.Caset
Anything he could flip.
A hustler.
Just what I need.
"…he's perfect."
With that settled—
I leaned back.
Closed my eyes.
Tomorrow—
I'd move.
And for the first time since I got here—
I slept.
The Next Morning
Morning felt… normal.
Almost too normal.
"Daniel, breakfast!"
My mom's voice echoed from downstairs.
"Yeah, coming."
I walked down, slipping into the role naturally.
My dad was already at the table, reading the newspaper.
Coffee beside him.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning," he replied without looking up.
My mom placed a plate in front of me.
Eggs. Toast.
"You've been quiet lately," she said.
I shrugged lightly.
"Just thinking about what's next."
My dad folded the newspaper slightly.
"College?"
I shook my head.
"Maybe."
"Or maybe I start working early."
My mom frowned a little.
"You should at least consider it."
"I am."
That wasn't a lie.
Just not the full truth.
***School***
Classes passed like background noise.
Same teachers.
Same lessons.
But my focus wasn't there.
At some point, I tore a small piece of paper.
Wrote two lines.
Meet at lunch.
I passed it to Richard.
Then Kareem.
No explanation.
They didn't need one.
Lunch Break
Same table.
Same seats.
Different conversation.
Richard leaned back slightly, watching me.
"So… what's new?"
Curious.
Calculated.
Kareem didn't wait.
He leaned forward with a grin.
"You tryna buy something?"
"I got a used Walkman. Still clean. Works perfect."
I almost smiled.
Yeah.
That's him.
Always selling.
"Not today," I said.
Then lowered my voice slightly.
"I wanted to set up a meeting after school."
Both of them paused.
"I got something."
A beat.
"A way for us to make money."
Kareem narrowed his eyes immediately.
"…why you whispering?"
He leaned in slightly.
"This illegal or something?"
Richard didn't hesitate.
"If it's illegal but low risk…"
A faint smirk.
"…I'm listening."
I let out a small breath.
"Sounds illegal."
A pause.
"But it's not."
Not entirely.
I gave a slight smile.
"Trust me."
Silence lingered for a second.
Then Kareem leaned back.
"…man, if I get arrested, I'm blaming you."
Richard chuckled quietly.
"If this is real…"
"…it's worth hearing."
I nodded once.
"After school."
***Daniel's Room***
The moment they stepped in—
I locked the door.
Click.
Curtains closed.
Kareem looked around immediately.
"…okay, now this actually feels illegal."
Richard didn't joke.
He just watched.
Serious now.
Good.
I didn't waste time.
"I have a supply channel."
They both looked at me.
"It's clean. Reliable."
A pause.
"And I need people to sell and test the market."
"Start small…"
"…then scale."
Kareem's expression shifted.
Serious.
"What kind of goods?"
A beat.
"If this is drugs… I'm out."
His voice dropped slightly.
"I'm not letting my mom bury me over that."
Richard stayed silent.
Listening.
I shook my head.
"No."
Then I turned and pulled everything out.
Walkmans.
Blank cassette tapes.
Stacked them on the table in front of them.
Silence.
Then—
"Yo."
"…yo."
I nodded once.
"Yeah."
"This is what I have."
I leaned slightly against the desk.
"My supply isn't limited to this."
"Electronics… and later, maybe precious metals, alcohol, cigars—whatever sells."
A pause.
"But we're not touching drugs."
Kareem nodded immediately.
"Good."
Richard finally spoke.
"…so what do we do?"
I met his eyes.
"I have the goods."
"But I don't know what sells best yet."
A small pause.
"So we turn products into cash."
"Figure out what moves fast."
"Build from there."
I lowered my voice slightly.
"I can't tell you where the supply comes from."
A beat.
"But trust me—"
"It's safe."
I tapped one of the Walkmans.
"And here's the advantage…"
A faint smile.
"We can sell at half price. "
"Event just 3rd of the price, just make the good become money."
Silence.
"That's our edge."
Kareem leaned forward.
Now fully locked in.
"…so we just need buyers."
"Exactly."
I looked at both of them.
"I brought you in because I see something."
A pause.
"Hunger."
My eyes shifted to Kareem.
"You know the streets."
"You know demand."
"You're not afraid to move."
Then to Richard.
"And you…"
"Ambition."
"With money, we can back you."
"Help you climb."
"Build connections."
"The More You Grow To Politic "
"Your Dream. "
"The More You can help us scale in the long term."
I leaned back slightly.
"This becomes your leverage."
Then back to Kareem.
"And you…"
"You build your network."
"We change our family fate."
A pause.
"All three of us win."
Silence filled the room.
"But I wasn't done.
"This isn't short-term."
I looked at both of them.
"This is a long game."
A beat.
"Ride or die."
Silence.
"So…"
I let it hang.
"What do you say?"
Richard moved first.
He exhaled slowly.
His fingers brushing one of the cassette tapes.
Then he looked straight into my eyes.
"I'm in."
No hesitation.
Kareem glanced between us.
Then looked back at the table.
"…this could really change everything."
A pause.
"But we need a plan."
His tone sharpened.
"Who we sell to."
"What sells fastest."
"Where we store inventory."
"And how we move the money."
He nodded slowly.
"…yeah."
"I'm in too."
Then he looked at me.
"But how we splitting this?"
Fair question.
I didn't hesitate.
"Twenty-five each."
They both looked at me.
"And the last twenty-five…"
I tapped the table lightly.
"…goes back into the system."
"Expansion."
"Connections."
"Power."
I held their gaze.
"If we do this right…"
My voice dropped.
"There's no limit to how far this goes."
Silence.
Then I added—
Quiet.
Serious.
"And this…"
A pause.
"…never leaves this room."
Richard nodded slightly.
"Omertà."
Kareem blinked.
Then smirked.
"Code of silence…"
"…damn, this is some gangsta shit."
Then he leaned forward again.
"For testing—these tapes will move fast."
"I already got people who deal in secondhand goods."
"I can push volume."
Richard nodded.
"I'll test my side."
"There's demand at school."
"Student council circles, parties…"
He paused.
Thinking.
"If you can get consoles—those will move even faster."
Kareem added—
"And if we really wanna move quick…"
"…beer."
A grin.
"Kids throwing parties? They'll buy anything."
I watched them.
Ideas forming.
Plans building.
They weren't hesitating anymore.
They were thinking like players.
And that's when I knew.
Yeah.
I chose the right people.
I leaned back slightly.
A small smile forms.
Richard: A Frank Underwood Politician With Unlimited Funds
Kareem: The Making of a Black Billionaire.
And Me.
An Absolute Power Stay In Shadow
"Let's make this big."