Nathan's fingers drummed against the glossy mahogany desk of the dealership as he stared at the sleek black sports car parked just outside the showroom. Its polished surface reflected the afternoon sunlight like liquid onyx, and the leather interior practically screamed exclusivity.
"Mr. Cross," the sales representative said, sliding over a polished set of keys. "She's all yours. Fully paid for, as per your account instructions."
Nathan fought to keep his expression neutral, though his heart raced. The system had done it again, cementing his rise with yet another reward that propelled him far beyond the life he had once lived.
He stepped outside, feeling the curious stares of the staff and other customers as he approached the car. Sliding into the driver's seat, he felt the soft leather against his back and gripped the steering wheel, marveling at the vehicle's pristine craftsmanship.
"Mission Update: Increase social influence through display of wealth. Reward: $15,000 bonus credited upon progress."
The engine purred to life as Nathan pulled out of the lot. The streets seemed to open up for him, every glance from pedestrians and drivers alike feeding his growing confidence. His first stop wasn't random—he had a point to make.
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The school parking lot was unusually crowded for the weekend, with several students gathered for a community event. Nathan's arrival in the luxury car caused a ripple of whispers and incredulous stares.
"That's Nathan Cross?" someone murmured.
"No way," another voice said. "How does a guy like him afford a car like that?"
Nathan stepped out, exuding casual confidence, dressed in his newly acquired designer ensemble. He had no intention of boasting outright; the system had taught him the value of subtlety. Instead, he leaned against the car, pretending to check his phone, letting the spectacle do the talking.
A familiar voice broke through the murmurs. "Nathan?"
He turned to see Emily, her arms crossed, an incredulous expression on her face. "What's all this?" she asked, gesturing to the car.
"It's a long story," Nathan said, keeping his tone light. "Let's just say things are starting to look up."
"'Looking up' doesn't explain a car like this," Emily pressed, stepping closer. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"
Nathan's stomach churned. Emily's concern was genuine, but he couldn't reveal the truth—not yet. "Trust me, Em," he said softly. "Everything's fine."
Before she could respond, a loud, mocking laugh cut through the tension. Nathan turned to see Jake, the self-proclaimed king of the senior class, striding over.
"Nice ride, Cross," Jake said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Did you rent it to impress everyone, or are you finally moonlighting as a valet?"
Laughter rippled through Jake's entourage, but Nathan didn't flinch.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Jake," Nathan said smoothly. "Maybe one day you'll figure out how to afford something like this. Though, judging by your lack of ambition, I won't hold my breath."
The laughter stopped, replaced by stunned silence. Jake's face flushed with anger, but before he could retort, Nathan climbed back into the car.
"Enjoy the event," Nathan said, flashing a casual smile before revving the engine and pulling away.
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That evening, Nathan lounged in his apartment, replaying the day's events in his mind. The system chimed in again.
"Mission Progress: 75% complete. Social influence significantly increased. Bonus credited: $15,000."
His phone buzzed with notifications—messages from classmates, some in awe, others angling to get closer to him. Among them was a text from Emily:
"I don't know what's going on, Nathan, but I hope you're being careful."
Nathan sighed, setting the phone aside. He knew Emily was worried, but the path he was on left no room for second-guessing. The system had given him a taste of power and luxury, and he wasn't about to let go now.
As he leaned back, another notification appeared.
"Next Mission: Establish presence among the affluent. Objective: Attend a high-profile event and impress key figures. Reward: Unlock 'Influence Amplifier' ability."
Nathan's lips curved into a determined smile. He was just getting started.