Dave stood in his small apartment, staring at the balance in his bank account: $505,700. The number seemed to glow brighter every second, almost as if it were mocking the hardships he had faced in the past. He grinned to himself, the digits representing more than just money—they were a symbol of how far he had come. After days of testing the system's abilities, buying small items, and watching the rewards pour in, he had finally hit his first major goal: $500,000.
'Finally, a real start,' he thought, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle in his chest. For the first time in his life, he had the means to buy a house of his own. Not just an apartment or some cramped rental space, but a real house—a place he could call home. The thought was surreal. It felt like only yesterday he was struggling to make ends meet, but now he had a chance to change everything.
He quickly got dressed, opting for his usual comfortable attire—a plain T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He knew he should probably dress up a bit more, but why should it matter? Money spoke louder than clothes, didn't it? With that thought in mind, he made his way to the local real estate office. Today was the day he would make his dream a reality.
The sun shone brightly outside, casting a warm glow over the city streets. People bustled around, each caught up in their own lives. But Dave walked with purpose, his eyes set on his goal. As he approached the real estate building, a sense of anticipation rose within him. This was it—his chance to finally move forward.
The real estate office exuded an aura of sophistication and exclusivity. Polished marble floors gleamed under the bright lights, modern décor lined the walls, and sleek glass partitions separated the employees' workspaces. Everything about the place screamed wealth and luxury. Dave couldn't help but feel a small pang of uncertainty as he stepped through the doors.
'No turning back now,' he thought, pushing the feeling aside. He took a deep breath and approached the receptionist, a woman in her mid-30s with a sharp, no-nonsense look about her. She glanced at him briefly before returning to her computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Hi," Dave started, keeping his voice steady. "I'm here to inquire about the $500,000 house I saw online. The one in the suburbs?"
The receptionist barely spared him a glance, her eyes flicking over his casual clothing with a hint of disdain. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, her tone clipped and impersonal.
"No, but I've got the money ready," Dave replied, pulling out his phone and opening his bank app. He held the screen up for her to see, showing his account balance.
She didn't even look at the screen. Instead, she turned her gaze back to him, her expression unreadable. "I'll get someone to help you," she said flatly, clearly dismissing him. It was obvious she didn't believe him.
Dave waited for what felt like an eternity until a man in a sleek black suit sauntered over. He was tall, with slicked-back hair and an air of self-importance. The man looked Dave up and down, his gaze lingering on Dave's simple outfit for a moment too long.
"Can I help you?" the man asked, his tone carrying a hint of skepticism and condescension.
"I'm interested in the house for $500,000—the one in the suburbs," Dave repeated, his voice firm.
The man raised an eyebrow, as if the idea of someone dressed like Dave being able to afford such a property was beyond comprehension. "You're interested in that house?" His tone was dripping with disbelief.
"Yes," Dave said, keeping his temper in check. "I'm ready to buy it."
The man crossed his arms, openly scrutinizing him. "Look, I don't know how you think this works, but that's a high-value property. People don't just walk in off the street and buy homes like that."
Dave's patience was wearing thin, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I have the money. I'm ready to make the purchase today."
The man's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Sure you do." He glanced at the receptionist, who was watching the exchange with an amused expression. "Listen, we deal with serious clients here. Maybe you should try looking at some apartments or rentals first."
It took everything in Dave not to snap back. Instead, he clenched his jaw and held up his phone, showing his bank balance once more. The man barely glanced at it before waving his hand dismissively.
"Nice try," he said, the smirk never leaving his face. "You probably Photoshopped that or something. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but we're not selling houses to people like you."
The receptionist let out a quiet snicker, and Dave could feel his anger bubbling up inside. He had come here with genuine intent, but they weren't even giving him a chance.
"Listen," Dave said, his voice low but firm. "I have the money. I'm ready to buy. You're going to regret treating me like this."
The man's smirk widened. "Oh really? What are you going to do? You don't look like someone who can afford even the down payment. Why don't you leave before we call security?"
Dave's hands tightened into fists at his sides, but he resisted the urge to escalate things further. He could feel the system's energy coursing through him, a reminder that he had power—real power. But this wasn't the place to use it. Not yet.
Before Dave could respond, the man turned to the receptionist. "Get security. We're done here."
The receptionist eagerly picked up the phone, and within moments, two large security guards appeared, their expressions stern. They moved toward Dave with the intent to escort him out.
"You need to leave, sir," one of the guards said, his voice firm.
Dave took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain composed. 'Not worth it,' he told himself. But inside, he was seething. He didn't need to prove anything to them. He knew what he was capable of, and soon enough, they'd realize just how badly they had underestimated him.
"Fine," Dave said, his voice calm despite the storm brewing within. "But this isn't over."
As he walked out of the building, Dave couldn't help but smirk to himself. If they thought he wasn't serious, they were about to get a very rude awakening. His first home was secured, but his next goal was set—showing them that dismissing him was the biggest mistake they'd ever made.
'You'll see soon enough,' he thought, determination fueling his every step as he made his way back to his car.