Chapter 3: A New Pyer Enters the Game

  A Pn Begins

  Kai sat in his penthouse suite, the city lights stretching endlessly before him. It had been less than 24 hours since the system changed his life.

  Yet, something was clear—money alone wasn’t enough.

  He had 100 billion dolrs to spend in a year, but in the eyes of the true elite, he was still a nobody. A small-time pyer in a game he barely understood.

  If he wanted to reach the top, he needed influence, reputation, and connections.

  And what better pce to start than Elysium?

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  Elysium: Where the Elite Gather

  Elysium wasn’t just a nightclub—it was a pyground for the wealthy and powerful.

  This was where businessmen, celebrities, and heirs to billion-dolr empires gathered to drink, party, and make deals.

  It wasn’t a pce you could walk into just because you had money.

  Membership was exclusive. The bouncers knew every regur by name.

  For someone like Kai, who just became rich overnight, getting inside would normally be impossible.

  But Kai wasn’t just any newcomer.

  He had the system.

  And he had a pn.

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  Making an Entrance

  Kai arrived at Elysium, stepping out of his newly purchased Rolls-Royce Phantom.

  The valet gnced at the car—a clear sign of wealth—and quickly approached, bowing slightly.

  "Good evening, sir. May I have your keys?"

  Kai tossed them casually. "Keep it running."

  The valet nodded without hesitation.

  As he approached the entrance, the two towering bodyguards at the front door gave him one gnce… then dismissed him.

  He wasn’t on their list.

  "Invitation?" one of them asked, arms crossed.

  Kai didn't flinch. Instead, he took out his phone and pulled up a message—one he had obtained earlier that day by spending a small fortune.

  It was a screenshot of a conversation with the club's owner.

  [Welcome to Elysium, Mr. Ashton. Enjoy your night.]

  It was a fake message.

  Kai had used the system to pay a hacker 250,000 to create a convincing fake conversation.

  The bouncer's face changed immediately.

  A VIP guest?

  They weren’t about to piss off someone personally invited by the owner.

  "Apologies, sir. Enjoy your night."

  Kai smirked.

  Step 1: Complete.

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  Understanding the Power Structure

  Inside, Elysium was a world of its own.

  The club had three levels:

  Main Floor: Regur VIPs, rich but not ultra-rich.

  Upper Lounge: Businessmen, celebrities, and politicians.

  Private Suites: The true elite—people with generational wealth.

  Kai wasn’t aiming for the bottom.

  He needed to make an impact.

  That’s when he saw them—Emily and Chase Reynolds.

  His ex and the man she cheated on him with.

  They were seated in the Upper Lounge, ughing with friends, drinking like they owned the pce.

  Watching them, Kai felt zero sadness. Only amusement.

  Because tonight, he would flip the script.

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  The Statement Purchase

  Kai walked up to the bar, observing the crowd. Models, influencers, trust fund kids—they were all here.

  He turned to the bartender, a man in his te 30s who looked like he had seen a thousand rich kids try to act important.

  Kai smirked. Time to py.

  "I want every bottle of your most expensive champagne."

  The bartender’s expression barely changed.

  "That’ll be around 2 million, sir."

  Kai simply tapped his phone on the payment terminal—a discreet wireless transfer.

  — Ding! —

  [Purchase Complete: 2,000,000 on Luxury Champagne]

  [System Reward: +5 Charisma, +3 Strength]

  The bartender's eyes widened. A direct transfer that big? No hesitation?

  This wasn’t normal.

  People started noticing.

  "Who the hell is that?"

  "Never seen him before."

  "Wait… is he richer than Chase?"

  The club manager rushed out, checking the transaction history.

  The payment was real. No scams, no errors.

  Suddenly, the staff moved.

  Bottle after bottle of Dom Pérignon Rosé Gold was carried out. The entire VIP lounge watched as the bar staff arranged them into a tower near Kai’s table.

  It was an undeniable flex.

  One that sent a clear message.

  A new pyer had entered the game.

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  Celeste Laurent: A True Billionaire

  Across the room, one woman watched with mild interest.

  She was taller than most women, her ptinum blonde hair cascading in waves over her back. Dressed in a high-slit bck dress, she exuded unquestionable confidence.

  She wasn’t impressed by the money.

  She was interested in the man behind it.

  Because no one just walked into Elysium and pulled a move like that.

  Kai noticed her gaze and met it head-on.

  She smirked.

  Then she walked over.

  "You're either stupid or dangerous," she said, stopping in front of him.

  Kai chuckled. "Why not both?"

  She raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

  "Kai Ashton."

  She sipped her drink. "Never heard of you."

  "You will."

  A flicker of amusement passed through her emerald-green eyes.

  Kai wasn’t desperate for her attention. He wasn’t trying to impress her.

  He was acting like he belonged here.

  And that?

  That made her interested.

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  Emily's Realization

  From the other side of the lounge, Emily watched.

  She had been ignoring Kai all night, dismissing his presence as a fluke.

  But now?

  He was talking to Celeste Laurent.

  Celeste.

  The heiress to a multi-billion dolr empire.

  Someone Chase had tried to impress multiple times and failed.

  Emily’s stomach twisted.

  The man she had abandoned—the man she had once pitied—was now moving through high society like he belonged.

  And for the first time… she felt a sinking feeling.

  Had she made a mistake?