Chapter 10: The Birth of a Family Tycoon
Ethan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Heheh… I need to chill. Don't wanna push my father's patience and get kicked out," he muttered, half-joking.
Though, let's be real—no one's kicking him out.
But the system wasn't done shaking his world.
[Host can create or buy anything with Karmic Points.]
[Even the drop of Red Phoenix's God Blood is available in the system shop.]
[For you, Host, resources will never be a problem.]
[If something doesn't exist, you can create it.]
[Your only concern should be how many Karmic Points you can gather.]
Ethan just… stood there.
Frozen. Processing.
Then, his brain crashed.
"…No way."
"No way."
"NO F*CKING WAY!"
His voice exploded, shaking the walls.
This time, his father could not ignore it.
Nor could his mother.
Nor could his silent, ever-mysterious sister.
BOOM.
In less than a second, they all appeared in his room.
Iris was the first to step forward, her eyes filled with concern. "Ethan, my baby, what happened?!"
Ethan didn't move.
Didn't answer.
Just stood there, his head slightly lowered, hand over his mouth—shaking.
Not in fear.
But in barely-contained excitement.
Iris took a step closer, and then—
She saw his face.
She froze.
Ethan's expression…
His wide, gleaming green eyes.
His hand desperately holding his mouth shut.
His entire body trembling.
And most terrifying of all—
That grin.
That disturbingly wide, excited grin.
At that moment, he didn't look like a noble heir.
He looked like a madman who just discovered he could rule the world.
Lionnel, his father, crossed his arms and gave him a long, unreadable look.
The message in his eyes was clear:
"I dare you to scream again."
Ethan snapped out of it.
He blinked, finally registering the three sets of extremely concerned eyes locked onto him.
…They thought he lost his mind.
He coughed lightly, straightened up, and put on his most innocent, well-behaved smile.
"Ahaha… Nothing to worry about, you all. I was just… uh, surprised by some new discoveries regarding my talent."
Lionnel narrowed his eyes. "What kind of discoveries?"
Ethan paused.
This was his chance.
He had already decided to be the family's personal tycoon.
But for that, he needed a cover story—something that explained why he could create ridiculous wealth without revealing his system.
So, he chose his words carefully.
"One of my skills, Benevolent Reciprocity, lets me receive five times the value of any resource I give away."
Technically true. But also a massive downplay.
His real ability, his system, was far more broken. But no one—not even his family—could know that.
Silence.
And then—
"…WHAT?!"
The ever-silent Eva was the one who blurted it out.
Ethan grinned.
His sister never lost her composure. So this? This was priceless.
Iris recovered first. Her eyes softened, glowing with pride.
"My son… My lovely, wonderful son… I knew it. I knew you couldn't have a useless talent."
Her voice was warm, overflowing with love and admiration.
Lionnel, still unreadable, rubbed his chin. "That explains why you held that 'charity' event earlier."
Ethan nodded. "Yeah, but it wasn't just for profit. I actually wanted to help them. I'll be returning all the resources I gained back to the family."
Lionnel's eyes widened slightly.
"I don't need them," Ethan continued. "It's better to invest in the family so we can all grow stronger together."
His green eyes gleamed. His smile widened.
"I'll be your personal tycoon. You'll never have to worry about expenses again."
A wave of silence washed over the room.
Then—
Iris smiled radiantly, pure maternal pride shining through.
Eva, still processing, just stared at him.
And Lionnel?
Lionnel let out a deep breath.
A rare, genuine, unguarded moment.
They were lucky.
They were so damn lucky to have Ethan.
A son who gives without asking for anything in return.
A son who, despite having the power to hoard unimaginable wealth, still chose to share it with his family.
They felt blessed.
And they knew—no one else was worthy of this talent.
No one but him.
Because no one, or hardly, anyone can give so much without waiting for something back.
Even the gods.
So he is truly the only worthy one.
Iris and Lionnel exchanged a knowing look.
"Ethan," Iris said gently. "Never reveal your talent to anyone. Not even your closest friends or future companions. Understand?"
Lionnel nodded. "It's too dangerous. We'll always be by your side, but let's not invite unnecessary trouble."
Ethan grinned. "Of course. I'll only tell Big Brother when he comes back from the Tower.No one else."
That seemed to satisfy them.
Iris smiled. "Alright then, we'll let you rest."
She disappeared in a burst of flames.
Eva disappeared as if phasing out of existence.
Only Lionnel remained, staring at Ethan.
Ethan tilted his head. "Something wrong, Father?"
Lionnel was silent.
For a moment, it looked like he wanted to say something… but then, with a final glance at his son—
He disappeared.
But as his presence faded, his voice echoed softly through the room—
"I am proud of you, son. I have always been proud. Now, I can rest easy knowing you have this talent."
Ethan's smile softened.
His father—the ever-stoic, ever-strict Lionnel—just admitted he was proud of him.
"…He's such a tsundere," Ethan chuckled.
Laying back onto his bed, a warm, contented feeling spread through his chest.
He had everything he needed.
A loving family. A broken system. A future overflowing with possibilities
And now, he just has to play it safe and grow silently.
—End of Chapter 10—