Late into the night, while Shivraj lay on his bed in deep thought, something surreal happened.
A soft chime echoed in his ears, and suddenly, a translucent blue panel appeared in front of his eyes—floating in the air as if summoned by his consciousness.
His breath caught.
Before he could react, text began to appear on the panel, letter by glowing letter:
[Congratulations, Transmigrator. Your soul has now been bound to the World's Tycoon System.]
[You have obtained: Unlimited Money. This money is legal and may be used freely without limitation or suspicion. The system has a Shop Function. You can purchase anything using System Points.]
[To earn System Points: Every $1,000 spent through any method will convert to 1 System Point.]
[This system includes a Property Panel, where you may view your information.]
[It also includes a Storage Function of 100 square meters. You may store system items or personal possessions within. To access or withdraw items, simply think of them.]
Shivraj blinked.
"Unlimited… money?" he whispered.
He sat up slowly, eyes wide, adrenaline kicking in. He had thought the photographic memory and enhanced physique were his golden finger—an incredible advantage in a new life.
But this?
This wasn't just a cheat code.
This was absolute domination.
No quests. No training arcs. No suffering to unlock features. The system had simply handed him infinite legal wealth, a storage space, and a point-based shop system. And all he had to do was spend money to grow stronger.
Money, which could solve 99% of the world's problems.
And for the remaining 1%?
Well, now he had a system.
He chuckled softly. This was no longer just a second chance—it was the birth of a legend.
Then, another realization struck him. This parallel world… it had slight differences from the one he'd lived in before. The geopolitical structure was a bit broader. Technology was mostly the same, but there were areas of divergence. And he remembered something important:
In this world, polygamy was legal. A man could marry multiple women.
A small smirk curved his lips. That wasn't a priority now, but he filed the thought away.
Shivraj focused again and said in his mind, "System, open Personal Panel."
A new blue window appeared.
[Name: Shivraj]
[Age: 18]
[Physique: 10x normal human]
[Appearance: Extremely handsome]
[Money: Unlimited (Can be transferred to any bank account)]
[Storage: None]
[Shop: Unlocked]
[System Points: 0]
Everything was exactly as the system had promised.
Feeling curious, he tapped on the Shop tab mentally.
The interface shimmered open. It looked like a massive futuristic store—sleek, minimalistic, and glowing with energy. But there was no visible catalogue or categories, only a Search bar.
So, it worked by desire. You had to know what you wanted.
He had no points right now, so after taking a good look, he exited the system and decided to sleep.
The Next Morning
At dawn, Shivraj awoke refreshed. After showering and dressing, he looked around the room and decided it was time to test the storage function.
He picked up his laptop, some documents, a backpack full of essentials, and a few tech gadgets.
"Store," he thought—and instantly, the items vanished in a faint shimmer of blue light.
A grin tugged at his lips. The items were neatly tucked away in his 100-square-meter space, accessible at a thought.
Next, he called his Citi Bank account manager.
"Hello, Mr. Walker. It's Shivraj. I need two things today:"
"Of course, sir. Please go ahead."
"First, find me the most luxurious mansion available in Boston—something private, expansive, and fit for long-term living. Second, register a new investment company under the name Royal Investments (S). I want all my personal equity transferred into this company immediately."
"Understood. That will take a few hours to process, but I'll have it done."
"And I'm transferring 1 billion dollars to my Citi account."
There was a brief silence.
"…Did you say one billion, sir?"
"Yes. All legally sourced through verified global stock market exits. No red flags."
"…Understood. We'll begin the transactions right away."
Shivraj hung up, confident.
Within hours, his mansion purchase processed. The cost?
$5 million.
Which meant his total system spending now exceeded $5 million, granting him 5,000 System Points.
He opened the system shop again and searched carefully.
First, he purchased:
[Investment Company Worker Pack] – 1500 Points
A pre-screened team of highly skilled professionals, all 100% loyal to him, legally registered with identities, experience, and elite backgrounds. Their salaries would automatically be paid from the company account.
Second:
[Elite Robotic Bodyguard Pack] – 1500 Points
Ten bodyguards—indistinguishable from humans, yet stronger, faster, and smarter than any military personnel. They would provide round-the-clock protection.
Third:
[Next 10-Year Google Development Plan] – 500 Points
An internal document that mapped Google's future moves—products, acquisitions, AI research, market shifts—years ahead of time.
Fourth:
[All-Rounder Assistant (Female)] – 500 Points
An elegant, intelligent woman created by the system to obey all his commands with perfect efficiency—business, legal, technical, or social. She could be summoned anytime.
With the remaining 1000 points spent, his balance returned to zero, but he was now fully equipped.
Shivraj turned to his assistant—now standing beside him in the room. She had long black hair, sharp features, and wore a tailored black suit.
"Prepare a Rolls-Royce convoy. We're heading to my new mansion."
"At once, sir."
As Shivraj walked toward the university gates, his presence caught everyone's attention.
Three luxury cars—sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantoms—pulled up at the entrance.
From the lead vehicle, two bodyguards stepped out in black suits and opened the door of the center car with robotic precision.
Gasps echoed from the nearby students.
"Isn't that Shivraj?"
"What the hell?!"
"Those are Rolls-Royces! Three of them!"
"Who is this guy, really?"
"He's been under the radar for years, but suddenly…"
People pulled out phones, whispered, and stared as he stepped into the car like a prince returning to his kingdom.
Inside, his assistant handed him a tablet displaying real-time data on company registration, stock transfers, and market trends.
The door closed.
And slowly, the convoy pulled away from MIT, leaving behind shocked faces, hushed whispers, and the awakening of a legend.
Shivraj didn't look back.
He was already focused on the future.