Liu Wenna sat at her small, cluttered desk, staring at the rows of unprocessed files in front of her. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered occasionally, casting a dull, almost lifeless glow over the office. Her colleagues bustled around, each consumed with their own tasks, their lives far more vibrant than her own. Every day felt like an endless cycle of monotony, and each day, Wenna found herself sinking deeper into the humdrum existence of a low-level office worker.

At twenty-five, Wenna had always dreamed of something greater. She had long since grown tired of the endless cycle of working nine to five at a job she barely cared about, dealing with demanding bosses and colleagues who hardly acknowledged her existence. She had always felt as though she was destined for something more—something bigger than the small, cold office in which she sat day after day. But as the years passed, her dreams seemed to grow dimmer, overshadowed by the relentless reality of bills, debts, and endless obligations.

Her coworkers, all dressed in expensive clothes and accessorized with the latest designer handbags, made sure to remind her of her place in the social hierarchy. Their smug smiles and condescending glances were a constant reminder that, as a low-paid office worker from a small town, she would never be anything more than the invisible girl at the back of the office.

Today was no different. As Wenna typed out another report, Zhang Lin, one of her most vocal and critical coworkers, walked by with a smirk plastered on her face.

"Wenna, I heard you're still driving that old clunker," Zhang Lin said with a laugh, her eyes scanning Wenna's modest attire. "You should really consider upgrading. You're not getting any younger, you know."

Wenna didn't respond. She had grown accustomed to their teasing. Zhang Lin and the others always made fun of her for not keeping up with the latest trends, for not driving an expensive car, and for never attending the lavish events that the rich and famous in the office circle attended. They couldn't understand why Wenna didn't share their obsession with wealth and status.

But Wenna wasn't stupid. She knew what they thought of her—what they all thought of her. She was the girl who would never get ahead. The girl who was destined to live out her life in obscurity, just like so many others in the world. And yet, deep inside, there was a flicker of defiance, a burning desire to prove them all wrong.

That night, as she returned home to her tiny apartment, Wenna collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and disheartened. She didn't belong in this world, this world where money spoke louder than words, and social status was the ultimate form of power. If only she had the chance to live a different life—if only she could escape this suffocating existence.

As she lay in bed, her phone buzzed beside her. It was a message, but not from anyone she knew. The message came from an unknown number, with an unexpected notification.

"You have been selected for the Shenhao System. Please follow the instructions to proceed."

Wenna blinked in confusion. What was this? She stared at the message for a long moment, unsure of whether to open it. But curiosity got the better of her, and with a hesitant tap of her finger, she opened the message.

A new screen appeared, detailing instructions that made no sense. It spoke of wealth beyond imagination, of a system that would grant her access to endless luxury. It claimed that she would be given a "black card" with unlimited funds. The message instructed her to activate the card by following a series of steps.

At first, Wenna thought it was a prank or a scam. But there was something about the message that felt… real. Something that tugged at her, urging her to take a leap of faith. So, without thinking too much, she followed the instructions.

Seconds later, a notification popped up on her phone. "Congratulations. Your Shenhao Black Card is now active."

Before she could even process what had just happened, another message appeared, this time with a link to a website where she could access her "account." Wenna opened the link, half-expecting it to be some kind of fake site designed to steal her information. But what she saw took her breath away.

The website was sleek, professional, and above all, real. There, on the screen, was her account balance: an unimaginable sum of money—more than she could ever comprehend. It was an amount that made her pulse race and her head spin. She had never seen so many zeros in her life.

For a moment, Wenna felt as if the world around her had stopped. This couldn't be real. It was absurd. She had to be dreaming.

But the more she stared at the screen, the more it sank in. The Shenhao System was real. The black card was real. And with it, she now had more wealth than she could ever spend in her lifetime.

As the weight of the situation hit her, a wild thought crossed her mind. What if… What if she could use this money to change everything? What if she could show the world that she was more than just the quiet girl in the office? What if she could make her mark, make them all see that she was someone to be reckoned with?

She didn't waste another second. Without hesitation, Wenna tapped on the shopping tab in the app and was immediately greeted with options for luxury goods, high-end vehicles, and even private properties. It was as though she had entered an entirely new world—a world of limitless possibilities.

Her first instinct was to buy something small, something safe. But then she remembered all the years of ridicule and dismissal. The years of being looked down upon and ignored. She was done being overlooked. She was done being ordinary.

With a determined breath, Wenna clicked on a luxury sports car. It was a stunning red Ferrari, sleek and powerful, the epitome of success and prestige. The price tag? No problem. She paid for it without a second thought.

Next, she bought a penthouse—a sprawling, high-rise villa with panoramic views of the city. It was everything she had ever dreamed of. No more tiny apartments. No more cramped spaces. This was hers.

Finally, she added an entire wardrobe of designer clothes, jewelry, and handbags. Everything she could possibly want. Everything she had once envied from afar.

As she made her purchases, a sense of exhilaration coursed through her. This was just the beginning. The world would never look at her the same way again. With the Shenhao System's black card in her hand, Wenna was about to step into a new life—one that was beyond her wildest dreams.

She smiled to herself as she lay back on her bed, the glow of the phone illuminating her face. Tomorrow, she would show them all. Tomorrow, she would begin her rise to the top.

And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could stop her now.