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Chapter 2 - The Spend Saint

News travels differently in Warangal.

Sometimes it spreads through WhatsApp forwards. Other times through tea stall whispers. But when money moves , real money the people will know.

The next morning, a contractor named Sathyanarayana, who had nearly shut down his family firm due to unpaid bills, received an anonymous client brief on his tablet. Prepaid. Fully green-lit.

Site: 2.3 acres in Kothawada.Objective: Develop modular housing for 40 families.Timeline: 21 days.Budget: Unlimited.

There was no client photo. No office visit. Just a system-generated identity:"Xylon Assets Pvt. Ltd."

Sathyanarayana thought it was a joke. Until ₹3,00,000 was wired to his account before sunrise.

By 10 a.m., cement began to pour. Steel rods arrived in mini-trucks. And people in the nearby basti began to gather near the fence, wondering why the land that had sat untouched for years suddenly looked alive.

Elsewhere, Nishanth walked into his college cafeteria. No fanfare. No new clothes. Still the same guy.

Except he wasn't.As he collected his chai from the canteen, someone at the corner table muttered:

"Isn't that the guy Supriya dumped? Heard her new guy drives an Audi...."

Another voice replied:

"Forget that, bro. Someone just bought 2 acres near Temple Circle for 9 crores yesterday. Real flex."

A pause.

Then laughter.

Nishanth sipped his tea and stared at the water tank above the campus — calculating its load-bearing capacity. Not for any reason. Just because his mind was different now.

Meanwhile, Supriya sat across from Karan Shekhawat in a rooftop lounge near Kazipet.

Karan wore a blazer even in the heat, airpods in one ear, and his father's arrogance in every breath.

"There's a tech summit next month," he said, biting into imported croissants. "Thinking of dropping ₹5 lakhs on a panel ad. Show these middle-class people what branding means."

Supriya smiled.

"You'll own the night."

"I already do."

He smirked. She leaned closer.

Then his phone rang.

Karan glanced. His smile faltered.

Unknown number. Flagged internal priority.

"Excuse me."

He walked aside and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Shekhawat. This is Manipal Equity Fund. You're aware that 16% of your property holding in the Kothawada zone is mortgaged via RajHomes Pvt Ltd?"

"Yeah? So?"

"We regret to inform you it has been bought out. Legally. Transferred to a private holding company named Xylon Assets Pvt. Ltd."

Silence.

"Who the hell is that?"

"They don't have a public identity. Shell registered. But effective immediately, your construction license for that parcel is void."

The call disconnected.

Karan froze.

Supriya looked up from her drink."Everything okay?"

He forced a grin."Yeah. Just some account mix-up."

But inside, something itched.

A name.

Xylon.

It sounded like thunder you couldn't hear… but could definitely feel.

That evening, as Nishanth sat on the floor of his new suite with a box of cheap street food, the system flickered open again.

[SYSTEM UPDATE → NEW SPEND WINDOW UNLOCKED]

→ Reputation Investment Pathway: ACTIVATE?Spend money in ways that alter how you are perceived without revealing your identity.

Examples:– Fund orphan homes under third-party names– Launch silent brands– Create scholarships using school IDs

Note: Fame is not gifted. It must be bought through sacrifice or shock.N

Activate Pathway?

Nishanth stared at it.

He tapped YES.

Another tab opened:

[Spend Suggestion]

Item: 40 Laptops — Student-ready, long battery, multilingual OSLocation: Bhudevi Government School (Across from your father's field)Cost: ₹12,00,000Timing: National Youth Day distribution event

Sponsor Tag: Anonymous – From a Well-Wisher Who Believes in Brilliance

Nishanth closed his eyes.

"Let them wonder."

And tapped Confirm.

Three days later, Warangal stirred in ways it hadn't in years.

A government school principal wept on television.Not because someone famous visited. Not because a politician had dropped by with cameras and flowers.

But because every student in her school received a laptop — sleek, preloaded with UPSC prep tools, language dictionaries, free internet access, and AI-based learning systems.

All wrapped in identical blue boxes with a single white card tucked inside.

"From someone who believes that poverty is a condition — not a destiny."— A Well-Wisher

No logos. No politician names. No influencer shoutouts.

Just hope in hardware.News vans arrived. Media outlets picked up the story.

But there was no name to print. No selfie to post.

Only one whispered name that started traveling across WhatsApp groups, village chai stalls, Reddit threads, and elite investor clubs:

Xylon.

Back in Venum Grand Tower, Nishanth stood barefoot in his suite, staring at the city lights.His phone buzzed.It was a forwarded article.

"The Spend Saint: Anonymous Millionaire Disrupts Telangana Education System"

He scrolled.

The comments were all wild guesses:

"I bet it's some retired CEO."

"Could be Ambani's son doing side charity."

"Xylon sounds like a chemical company. Must be foreign-backed."

He put the phone down.

Didn't react.

Just stepped out onto the balcony, looked up at the moon.

"Are you watching this, Supriya?"

He whispered it softly.Not with pain.

With power.

In that same moment, Supriya sat across a marble table in Karan's Hyderabad flat.

Karan was pacing. Angry. Red in the face."You know what's insane? Three suppliers pulled out of my dad's housing project because they're shifting contracts to Xylon!"

"Still no idea who's behind it?" she asked, brushing her nails.

"No one knows! Even our bank guy said, 'Sir, it's best not to poke this group. They're... layered.'"

"Weird name though," Supriya muttered. "Xylon."

Karan stared at her."Whoever this guy is — he's gonna get crushed."

He didn't notice her pause. Her hand froze slightly near her water glass.

For just a second.A tiny voice in the back of her head whispered:

Could it be..... no. That's impossible.

Meanwhile, Nishanth pulled out the peacock feather from his wallet.Placed it gently between the pages of a black notebook with no label.

He wrote a single line on the first page:

"They said I was nothing. So I spent until the world couldn't ignore me."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION → NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED]

Congratulations. Spend Path: Activated

You are now eligible to receive non-fantasy spend-based rewards.Your actions will unlock:

– Asset Chains– Political Defenses– Legal Ghost Shields– Urban Expansion Privileges– Company Share Sniping

Spend to win. The system will never protect you from pain — only from poverty.

New Spend Pool Available: ₹2,00,00,000

Good Luck, Spend King.

In the coming weeks, his name wouldn't be whispered.It would be spoken at boardrooms, elite parties, midnight investor calls, and public debates.

But no one would know his face.Only his spending trail.And from now on, every rupee he spent wouldn't just shake balance sheets.

It would shatter egos.

TO BE CONTINUED...............................

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