### Chapter 1
"The life of a D-class person is of no importance to us. Let the men get rid of him."
"I'm so grateful for the right kidney he gave me. I wonder if I'll ever meet another kind person like him. He was fun for a pastime."
A girl with two ponytails, long blonde hair, and bright red lipstick clung to a man whose clean, tailored suit failed to hide his obvious large pot belly.
The subject of their conversation was lying on the hospital bed, his eyelids twitching as if they would snap open at any moment. His eyes might have been closed, but the dialogue unfolding in the room was entirely clear to him. With a slight but concentrated effort, Solomon forced his blurry eyes open, his gaze immediately settling on the familiar girl clinging to the older, wealthier-looking man.
Solomon blinked twice, his strength failing him. That was his girlfriend. Under normal circumstances, he should have been happy to see her standing there healthy and strong—his sacrifice to save her had paid off. But he couldn't comprehend who the man beside her was. Was he her father?
Solomon had never seen him before, and his girlfriend's father was definitely not supposed to look this wealthy.
"Cassy," Solomon breathed out, his eyes locked onto the two figures in front of him.
His girlfriend's eyes, which had always carried warmth and care whenever they met his, were now wide with fright—as if she were staring at a ghost. Her expression caused a twisted knot of dread to tighten in his chest.
"Cassy, who is he?" Solomon muttered, still pinned to the hospital bed with no energy to rise.
Cassy bit her lip, looking down at Solomon with a flash of guilt. Was that remorse in her eyes? If so, what was it for? The reality of the situation was laid bare right in front of him, but Solomon's mind tried to treat it as an illusion. His heart chose to cling to that illusion—that nothing was wrong with the scenario taking place.
"Darling, there's no need to be scared. Why do you look so frightened of him?" the man said, cupping Cassy's face.
At the sight, the veins in Solomon's forehead instantly bulged.
"You dare touch her!" Solomon rasped.
Another man was touching his girlfriend's face so lovingly, and she simply stood there and allowed it.
"Who are you to stop me from touching my sugar baby?" The man sneered, flashing a row of yellowed teeth. Cassy merely leaned closer to him, completely ignoring his repulsive smile.
"Solomon, you… I don't like you," Cassy said, pointing a finger at him. Her expression hardened, shedding the last trace of guilt.
Solomon was upsetting her sugar daddy, and she had no intention of being kind to him anymore. "I never liked you, Solomon.
Do you honestly think I was ever happy living in the D-class district? Did you think I wanted to be a D-class person forever?"
Cassy gritted her teeth, unleashing the bitter thoughts she had harbored in her heart for years.
"The D-class sector is no place for a beauty like me. I only stayed with you, Solomon, because I thought you were smart and had a bright future. I thought we would one day escape the D-class area together. But I realized it would take you an eternity to achieve that."
She crossed her arms, her voice turning cold. "My mother was killed yesterday simply because she was a D-class citizen. I refuse to end up like her. This is the best decision I have ever made—even if it means dumping you for a B-class man."
Cassy's words reached Solomon's ears, but her logic was entirely foreign to him. He was consumed by an overwhelming rage over one specific detail.
His damn kidney.
"If you were going to cheat on me for a B-class citizen, you should have asked him to give you his damn right kidney!" Solomon roared.
"Your kidney belongs to me now. You can't have it back," Cassy smiled, resting her hand over the lower side of her stomach.
Solomon clenched his fists beneath the sheets as a surge of adrenaline restored his energy. "You are heartless!" he spat, drilling a dead glare into her. She was a woman, and there was nothing physical he could do to her here. The damage had already been done.
"Darling, he looks completely insane. Please get rid of him for me," Cassy murmured, rubbing her hand across her sugar daddy's chest while tossing a smug smirk at the bed.
Solomon's mind snapped at her words.
Cheating on him wasn't enough; now she wanted to end his life.
"Consider it done, darling," the man smiled.
With a swift flick of his fingers, the door opened and five hefty men in matching black uniforms and dark sunglasses marched into the room.
No words escaped Solomon's lips. He stared intently at the hitmen approaching his bed, his gaze sharp enough to burn through them.
Right before his eyes—unseen by anyone else in the room—a digital anomaly began to glitch violently. Solomon could only mutter internally, What is that…
The glitching interface expanded in a sharp, zig-zag pattern, filling his mind with an imaginary static noise. He remembered the $1,000 he had saved up—money he had accumulated by skipping lunch for three consecutive months just to afford a birthday gift for Cassy. A gift he never got to give her.
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[SSS-Rank Billionaire System Activated: You are the lucky one. Your past choices have granted you the opportunity to be selected as a free agent for the SSS-RANK Cashback BILLIONAIRE System.]
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[ $10,000 has been credited to your digital wallet. ]
[ Wallet Balance: $11,000 ]
[ Host: Solomon Luckson ]
[ Age: 21 ]
[ Worldly Status: D-Class ]
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What are you? Solomon questioned silently.
What was this entity? It claimed to be a system and had suddenly deposited currency into his account. Was he hallucinating? He was mere seconds away from being assassinated.
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[ That query is poorly timed. Here is a brief introduction at double speed: ]
[ Spend any cash current in your wallet and receive a base rate of 100% cashback. Spend on others, on charitable actions, or on family, and that multiplier scales exponentially. Hence the designation: SSS-RANK Cashback Billionaire System. ]
[ Tap the floating interface in front of you at any time to select items. The auxiliary panels contain vital alerts you must not overlook. For ease of use, treat the screen like a touchscreen smartphone. The host can also execute these selections purely through mental visualization to avoid looking ridiculous in public. ]
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The system's explanation flooded his consciousness like rapid-fire data, but he processed every syllable. He was on the verge of being murdered—what use was an influx of cash right now? This sudden stroke of fortune felt more like a trap, compounding his anxiety.
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[ Apologies, host. I am unequipped to provide a tactical analysis for your immediate survival. ]
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The entity fell silent. Solomon's brows furrowed as his mind raced with chaotic, calculative thoughts. On the outside, however, he maintained a perfectly calm demeanor, refusing to offer Cassy and her lover any more satisfaction.
If Cassy's betrayal had taught Solomon anything, it was how to read the hidden intentions and tones of others—even if the entity speaking to him was a machine. What he could decipher from the system right now was a twisted sense of excitement, as if it were a devil watching his desperation, eager to see him killed and reclaim the funds it had just provided.
Time seemed to dilate as Solomon evaluated the entity. When his awareness snapped back to reality, the five hitmen had already surrounded his bed, four firearms pointed directly at his chest.
Where will all the bullets go? A dark, detached thought popped into his head, though he knew it was irrational to analyze ballistics in his current predicament.
Solomon blinked, licking his dry lips as a sudden spark of inspiration struck him.
"How much did your employer pay you to do this? Tell me."
"You must be losing your mind," one of the men laughed, looking down at Solomon as if he were a fool. "You're about to die and you're asking us about our fee?"
"The boss gave us $1,000 to split once we successfully eliminate you," the man in the center said, his lips curling into a mocking smirk.
Solomon raised an eyebrow, maintaining a completely nonchalant facade. "Huh? Just $1,000? I can offer you substantially more to walk away."
Solomon paused, tracking the micro-expressions of the men before expanding on his offer. "$10,000—I will transfer it to you right now if you spare my life."
He studied their faces as the words left his mouth. As expected, their eyes widened in profound shock. As a D-class citizen, Solomon had never handled that kind of capital in a single day, let alone these men who belonged to the E-class, working as bottom-tier muscle for the upper districts.
"Lower your weapons and the $10,000 is yours," Solomon gestured smoothly.
The men exchanged skeptical glances, wondering if he took them for fools.
"Think about it," Solomon countered, utilizing a well-known financial regulation to anchor his bluff. "The $10,000 has already been routed to your account protocol. If you kill me now, you won't be able to access the full sum. The banking law stipulates that the originating party of a high-value transfer must remain alive for at least 28 hours for the funds to clear the security hold."
The hitmen stood frozen.
"Damn, boss, I just received the incoming ledger alert," one of the guards muttered, looking at his device. "He's telling the truth."
"We can just finish him and override the sequence to take the cash," another suggested.
"Did you ignore what he just said?" the leader of the group snapped, glaring at his subordinate. "Do you want $10,000 to vanish into the system registry?"
The room fell quiet as the men slowly lowered their firearms, stepping away from Solomon's bedside.
"What are you doing? Kill him! It has to be a bluff!" Cassy screamed, pointing frantically at the bed. "I've known Solomon for five years—I know his net worth! The absolute most he can afford is a single thousand!"
The mercenaries merely cast a dismissive glance at her as they walked past. Her sugar daddy fumed with rage, opening his mouth to threaten the defecting guards, but a single, lethal glare from the lead hitman silenced him instantly. He was a middle-aged man with plenty of resources; he had too many young women left to pursue to risk his life over a hospital dispute.
Once the contract killers had cleared the room, a new system notification flared in Solomon's vision:
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[ $50,000 Cashback credited to your wallet. ]
[ Wallet Balance: $51,000 ]
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[ Hidden Mission Evaluation: Success. ]
[ The host utilized his intellect under pressure, identifying an optimal financial vector to secure his survival. The host has proven worthy of the SSS-RANK Cashback BILLIONAIRE System. ]
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[ Transaction Ledger: $10,000 deducted from wallet. Balance: $1,000. Cashback mission bonus successfully initialized. ]
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Solomon chose to ignore the interface for now, keeping his eyes trained strictly on Cassy and her companion, though his lips twitched slightly at the system's commentary. He already suspected that this interface operated on a hidden agenda—one that required him to use deep strategic thinking to survive.
He had beaten the immediate odds. Solomon let out a slow, controlled breath, his focus shifting entirely back to the remaining threat in the room.
"Cassy, make a choice," Solomon said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"Which tool should I use to retrieve my kidney from you—the scalpel or the scissors?"