As Parker stepped out of his room, he couldn't help but think about the money he'd dropped in the system shop. Eighty-one freaking million. Not a single rebate. Not even a "Hey, here's a coupon!" But it was what it was. It stung, sure, but it made sense.
"Whatever," he muttered to himself. He was building something bigger than a bank account.
And then, as if the universe—or the system—wanted to slap a band-aid over that wound, the familiar ding rang out.
[Ding! Host has received 100 Random Spins!]
Parker froze mid-step, his brain struggling to process what he'd just heard. "Wait... what? One hundred spins?!" He almost tripped over his own feet. That was huge.
"System," he said, half-laughing, half-glaring, "do I get random spins every time I drop cash in the shop? Or is this just a one-time thing?" His tone was playful, but anyone could tell the kid was pushing his luck.
