The rain fell heavily, drenching the streets of the small town as Jhon Gray trudged home, his steps slow and heavy, matching the weight in his chest. His shoes splashed through puddles, but he barely noticed, lost in the swirling chaos of his thoughts. Every drop that fell seemed to echo Alice's words, piercing him again and again.
"I can't do this anymore, Jhon. You're going nowhere. I'm tired of waiting for you to get your life together. I've met someone who has ambition, someone who can offer me the life I want. I deserve better."
Those words had hit him harder than anything. For five long years, Jhon had believed that Alice was his future, his partner through thick and thin. They had talked about marriage, a house, children. But today, all of that had crumbled to dust. He felt like a fool, left with nothing but broken dreams and a heart that was shattered beyond repair.
The image of her walking away, her arm hooked around the man she'd left him for—someone wealthier, more successful—was burned into his memory. The smirk on the man's face as he glanced back at Jhon, as if to say "She's mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it." It had taken everything in him not to lash out, but what good would it have done? He had nothing to offer her. No money, no prospects, just a dead-end job at a tech support center that barely paid enough for him to cover rent and groceries.
Jhon finally reached the small, rundown apartment he called home. The building was as tired as he felt: chipped paint, cracked windows, the faint smell of mold that never quite went away. He fumbled with his keys, his hands shaking from the cold and the anger still bubbling under the surface. When the door finally swung open, he collapsed onto the old, worn-out couch. For a moment, he stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.
How had it come to this?
He remembered when he and Alice first met. They were both struggling college students, full of hope and dreams. Back then, neither of them had much, but they had each other. Jhon had always believed that they were building something together. But over time, her patience with his lack of progress had worn thin. The conversations about the future became arguments, and the love they once shared slowly faded, until today—when it finally disappeared altogether.
A loud ping from his phone broke the silence. He ignored it at first, too lost in his grief to care about notifications. It was probably another bill reminder or some useless email. But when it pinged again, followed by a soft vibration, something caught his attention. He picked up the phone, squinting at the bright screen in the dim room.
"Congratulations, you have been selected to join the Fortune System."
Jhon frowned. It wasn't a number he recognized, nor was it from any app he had installed. He swiped away the notification, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. Some kind of spam, probably. He didn't have the energy to deal with it right now.
But just as his mind started to drift back to Alice and the empty future ahead of him, the phone pinged again.
"You have been chosen to escape the fate of mediocrity. Complete tasks, earn Fortune Points (FP), and rise to unimaginable wealth. Accept now, and change your destiny."
Jhon blinked at the message, sitting up. His mind immediately jumped to some kind of scam. It was too good to be true. He started to put the phone down again, but something stopped him. Change your destiny. The words gnawed at him. He couldn't help but feel a small, irrational flicker of hope.
"What destiny?" he muttered to himself, bitterly. "I've got no future."
Another ping.
"This is not a scam. You have nothing to lose, Jhon Gray. The system knows your potential, even if you don't. Accept the Fortune System, and start your path to success."
The message sent a chill down his spine. It wasn't just some vague claim this time—it knew his name. There was no way this was a coincidence. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before he pressed on the notification. A new interface opened, sleek and simple, a glowing banner at the top reading:
"Welcome to the Fortune System. Complete daily tasks, accumulate FP, and rise to wealth and power."
Below that, there were two options: Accept or Decline.
Jhon stared at the options for what felt like an eternity. Was this some kind of elaborate joke? Or maybe it was just a virus. But the part of him that was desperate, the part that was tired of living paycheck to paycheck, of never being enough—for Alice, for anyone—screamed for him to hit accept.
What did he really have to lose?
Before he could think any further, he tapped Accept.
The interface blinked, and then a new message appeared:
"Task 1: Analyze your current financial situation. Input your monthly income, expenses, and debt. 10 FP reward."
Jhon let out a hollow laugh. It was as if the system was mocking him. He knew his finances were a disaster, but the idea of someone—or something—forcing him to face them head-on made him uneasy. Still, he decided to humor it. He grabbed a pen and a notebook from the kitchen drawer and began jotting down numbers.
Rent: $900Utilities: $150Groceries: $300Credit card debt: $5,000Student loans: $20,000Car payment: $250
By the time he finished,
Jhon stared at the figures in his notebook, his head swimming with the overwhelming weight of it all. His monthly income, around $2,000 from his dead-end tech support job, wasn't enough to get ahead. Not even close. Every month he was just scraping by, barely making minimum payments on his credit cards and student loans, and that wasn't even counting the debt that piled up every time an unexpected expense hit—like his car breaking down or medical bills.
It was no wonder Alice had left him. Who would want to stick around for this mess?
Jhon clenched his fists, the paper crinkling beneath his grip. The thought of her with that other guy—someone who probably had no idea what it felt like to live like this—made him sick to his stomach. And yet, there was a tiny voice in his head that whispered, Maybe she was right. Maybe you really are stuck. Maybe you'll never get out of this.
He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered like shadows, darkening his mood.
Another ping from the system interrupted the spiral of negativity.
"Task completed: Financial situation analyzed. 10 FP awarded."
Jhon blinked at the screen, confused at the sudden reward. For a second, he had almost forgotten the system was real. He didn't feel like he had accomplished anything, just listed out the grim facts of his life.
But then the Fortune System flashed a new message:
"Next task: Optimize your spending. Analyze unnecessary expenses and reduce them by at least 10%. Reward: 20 FP."
He read the task several times, then leaned back on the couch, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. It sounded simple enough in theory, but how was he supposed to optimize anything when his life was already stripped down to the bare minimum?
He sighed and grabbed his notebook again, crossing off anything that wasn't absolutely necessary. After a few minutes of furious scribbling, he realized there wasn't much he could cut.
He scratched his head, frowning. The only luxuries he had left were his subscription services—Netflix, Spotify, and a few gaming apps. Cutting them would save him around $40 a month, but even that felt like a loss. What was the point of surviving if he couldn't have some small escape from reality?
Still, the system had a point. He had to start somewhere, no matter how small. Resigned, Jhon canceled all the subscriptions, wondering what Alice would think if she saw him now—cutting out the few things that brought him any joy, all for the sake of scraping together a few extra bucks.
When he was done, the system responded instantly.
"Spending optimized by 12%. Task completed. 20 FP awarded."
Jhon felt a strange rush of satisfaction despite the minor changes. The interface blinked again, this time displaying a total:
Fortune Points: 30
"You can now access the Fortune Store."
His interest piqued, Jhon clicked on the new option that appeared in the system's interface. The Fortune Store was divided into categories—Skills, Opportunities, Investments, and Lifestyle Enhancements. Each section had a variety of items and abilities available, but most of them were grayed out with massive FP requirements. He skimmed through, curious about what the system had in store for him.
Under Skills, he saw basic abilities like Market Analysis (50 FP), Financial Literacy (100 FP), and Networking (150 FP). They all seemed useful, but Jhon didn't have enough points for any of them yet.
Moving over to Opportunities, he saw small investments available for low FP prices—things like investing in stocks, cryptocurrencies, or small local businesses. However, all of them came with risks, and the rewards weren't guaranteed.
Lastly, under Lifestyle Enhancements, there were items like Fitness Boost and Mental Clarity, both of which promised to improve his physical and mental performance for the low price of 30 FP each. But Jhon was hesitant to spend his points just yet, especially since he didn't fully understand how this system worked.
He decided to save his FP for now, hoping that more valuable skills or opportunities would unlock as he progressed. The system didn't seem to be going anywhere, and he was curious to see what it would offer him next.
Another notification popped up, interrupting his thoughts:
"Next task: Seek additional income. Find a part-time job or freelance work to supplement your current income. Reward: 50 FP."
Jhon let out a low groan. The thought of juggling a second job on top of his soul-sucking tech support gig wasn't appealing, but he knew it was necessary if he wanted to get out of this financial pit. With Alice gone and no real responsibilities outside of keeping himself afloat, he didn't have any excuses left.
He spent the next few hours scrolling through job listings, looking for anything that might fit around his current work schedule. Freelance gigs, night shifts, anything that could bring in a little extra cash. It was tedious and disheartening—most of the jobs paid next to nothing, and the ones that offered decent wages required experience or skills he didn't have.
Just as he was about to give up for the night, he stumbled across a listing for a remote data entry job. The pay wasn't great, but it was flexible, and he could work on it after his tech support shifts. He applied on a whim, figuring he had nothing to lose.
To his surprise, he received an email back almost immediately. The job was his if he wanted it, starting tomorrow.
"Task completed: New income stream secured. 50 FP awarded."
Jhon stared at the screen, a sense of disbelief washing over him. Was this how the Fortune System worked? Could something so small—like applying for a part-time job—really make such a big difference?
Another notification appeared:
"You now have 80 FP. You can purchase your first skill in the Fortune Store."
Jhon hesitated for a moment, then clicked on Skills again. His eyes lingered on Market Analysis—it seemed practical, something that could help him make smarter financial decisions in the long run. He selected it, and the system confirmed the purchase.
"Skill acquired: Market Analysis (Level 1)."
Instantly, a strange sensation washed over him. His mind seemed to sharpen, and new information flowed into his thoughts—basic concepts of market trends, how to spot undervalued assets, and the fundamentals of investing. It was as if he had just completed a week-long crash course in finance, all in the span of a few seconds.
Jhon stared at his hands, amazed at how different he felt. His mind was clearer, more focused. For the first time in months—maybe years—he felt a spark of hope.
This system was real. It was working. And if it could deliver on its promises, maybe—just maybe—he could prove Alice wrong.
The chapter ends with Jhon looking out the window into the rain-soaked night, a new fire burning in his chest. His journey had just begun.