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### Chapter 3: Luxurious Villa
*Whistle! Whistle!*
A man casually rode a small pink bicycle, the sound of his cheerful whistle echoing through the quiet night. The bicycle, slightly too small for his tall frame, wobbled a bit as he pedaled down the dimly lit road. The streetlights flickered occasionally, casting an eerie glow on the deserted street.
"Oooh, hello there, dear reader. Didn't expect you to be lurking around, huh?" the man said suddenly, stopping his bike and glancing in your direction. With a smirk, he hopped off, straightened his shirt, and, without breaking eye contact, reached into the basket of his bike and pulled out a sleek black gun.
"Unfortunately, I'm busy at the moment," he continued, casually loading the weapon. "But don't worry, you're about to witness a little fun."
Andrea whistled a haunting tune once more as he strolled into a nearby dark alley, the faint glow of the moon casting his long shadow behind him. Ahead of him, a man stood leaning against the brick wall, swigging from a bottle, unaware of the danger approaching.
"Goodnight, vamp," Andrea whispered coldly, raising the gun.
*Bang!*
The man never saw it coming. He dropped to the ground instantly, the alley swallowing his body in the shadows.
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Back to the story...
"What the **fuck**, Mom? Are you sure this is the right place, or did you rob some rich guy?" Andrea's voice was filled with disbelief as he gawked at the massive, ultra-modern villa in front of him. The sleek design of the house, with its tall glass windows and sharp geometric edges, looked like something straight out of a billionaire's architectural magazine.
His mother sighed, exasperated. "For the last time, Andrea, this is **our** family home. It's been passed down through generations! Do you really think I'd steal something this obvious?" she snapped, glaring at him. Her hands were on her hips as she gave him a disapproving look. Without hesitation, she smacked him across the back of the head, making Andrea wince.
"Ow! What was that for?!" Andrea grumbled, rubbing the sore spot.
"To knock some sense into that thick skull of yours," she huffed. "Now, stop gawking and help unload the car. The moving truck will be here soon. Your Uncle Link designed the villa with a modern twist, so it might look fancy, but it's still home. There's a layout map inside, so you'll know where your room is."
"Uncle Ben?" Andrea asked, still reeling from the sight of the house.
"No, Uncle Link," she corrected, lifting a box from the car.
"Oh, Mr. Four-Eyes," Andrea mumbled under his breath, shaking his head.
"Stop calling him that!" his mom yelled from across the driveway, her voice filled with both warning and frustration.
(Andrea turns and faces the screen.)
"Hello again, reader. As my future self already hinted, welcome to this chapter. Let me break down the confusion about my mom's side of the family. Here's the rundown:
- **Grandpa**: Jonah Rein, whom I call *Big D*—and no, it's not Big Daddy, it's Big Dick. Why, you ask? Well, when I was six, I stayed over at my grandparents' house for Thanksgiving. After wolfing down some roasted turkey and sipping on some of that *fancy* apple juice, I needed to hit the bathroom. Unfortunately, I barged into the wrong one, and, uh... yeah. Let's just say that's a sight I can never unsee. So, Big D it is.
- **Grandma**: Rose Rein—no nicknames for her, I like living, thanks.
- **Firstborn**: Laura Rein (my mom), a nurse.
- **Secondborn**: Benjamin Rein (Uncle Ben), works at the Ministry of Defense.
- **Thirdborn**: Link Rein (Uncle Link, aka Mr. Four-Eyes), a super-successful businessman who owns a booming corporation.
- **Lastborn**: Belle Rein (Aunt Belle), an archaeologist who's always traveling, so I never know where the hell she is.
So yeah, my mom's family? Filthy rich."
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"Andrea! Come here!" his mom's voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.
"Coming!" he called back, jogging over to meet her in front of the garage.
"What's up?" Andrea asked, slightly out of breath.
"Follow me," his mom said with a mysterious smile, pressing a button on her key fob.
*Bleep!*
The garage door hummed to life, slowly rolling up to reveal what looked like a car enthusiast's dream. Inside were rows of pristine, luxurious cars, each one gleaming under the overhead lights. Andrea's jaw dropped as he took in the sight.
"Holy... this is insane!" Andrea muttered, unable to believe what he was seeing.
His mom led him over to a specific section of the garage. "There it is—your brand-new car," she announced, gesturing toward a lineup of five top-tier vehicles.
Andrea blinked. "What the **fuck**...?" he whispered in disbelief.
"Yep! Your uncles and aunt decided to pitch in and buy you a car, but since they didn't know exactly what you'd like, they each got something different," his mom explained with a grin.
"You've got a Bugatti Chiron—$3.9 million, Pagani Huayra Imola—$5.9 million, Rolls-Royce Phantom—$12 million, Mercedes-Maybach S-Class—$200 million, and a Grand Wagoneer 2024—$200,000."
"Why are you telling me the prices?" Andrea asked, shooting her a sideways glance.
*Smack!* His mom hit him again.
"It's to show you how much they care, idiot! Plus, driving one of these around campus? You'll be the most talked-about kid at college. Right now, you look unemployed, but this? This is gonna change your life," she said smugly.
"Aaaaah!" Andrea groaned, rubbing his head again.
"Stop whining and grab your luggage. Your room's waiting," she ordered, walking back toward the house.
"Tch! Fine, fine," Andrea grumbled, trudging back to the car to get his bags.
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**Fast forward a bit... and stop!**
After unpacking and helping the movers, we finally had dinner. Now, I'm chilling in my new room, and damn... it's incredible. It's a sprawling 320-square-foot space, with a king-sized bed that feels like lying on a cloud. There are two sleek nightstands, a cozy little seating area with two accent chairs and a coffee table, and a compact desk in the corner for whatever boring work I have to do. The walls are painted a sophisticated light gray, with bold navy-blue accents that add a modern vibe. (Yeah, I'm living the life. You broke folks can fuck off.)
And the bathroom? *Don't even get me started*. Golden accents everywhere—on the sink, toilet, everything. It's 120 square feet of pure luxury, complete with a spacious walk-in shower, a freestanding soaking tub by the window, and a double vanity that would make anyone jealous. The tiles? Golden and decorative, with ceramic finishes in neutral tones. There's even a chandelier! Imagine taking a dump while staring at yourself in a wall-sized mirror, admiring your own reflection. Now, that's what I call living the high life.
*Sigh* "I love this room," Andrea muttered, falling onto his bed with a satisfied grin.
*Ding!*
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[Analyzing....]
[Calibrating....]
[System Initiated.]
[Welcome, Andrea, to the Nightmare System.]
[Permission to access the beginner reward?]
[Yes] [No]
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"You said **what** now?!" Andrea exclaimed, sitting up in shock.
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