Hilton Group.

Olivia Hilton was going through a thick stack of files.

A small, satisfied smile was on her heavens face.

If she could just finish up these last few market reports and finalize the new mega-contract, she would finally have some well-deserved time off.

"Hmm, Quinn and I could have a movie night..."

Placing the massive bulk of completed files aside, she leaned back in her leather executive chair and let out a relaxed sigh.

Suddenly, the doors to her office burst open.

Her secretary barged in, panicked and out of breath.

"President Hilton! Emergency! I don’t believe it! Mr. Gold just bought out the only bottle of 1945 Romanée-Conti wine in the entire region!"

Before Olivia could grab this, another crazy employee flew into her office.

"No, wait! It’s even crazier than that! It turns out the Wine House was hiding a second bottle in their secret vault, and he snatched BOTH of them via a private portal! He paid two million dollars in a second!"

Olivia froze as her jaw tightened in shock.

"Two million dollars on wine? Keep a close eye on this man! How can a single guy have that much liquid cash to throw around? He must be backed by some powerful woman or clan behind the scenes..."

She didn’t get to finish when a lead researcher rushed into the office, waving a tablet.

"President Hilton! Look at this! Mr. Gold just purchased three exotic supercars, each worth over three million dollars! This is madness!"

Right on her heels, another analyst squeezed through the doorway, shouting over the noise.

"They aren’t just supercars, they’re hypercars! And word just got out that Bugatti’s corporate headquarters wants to fast-track him into their exclusive ultra-VIP owner’s club because he publicly stated he’ll be buying another Bugatti in a week’s time!"

Olivia’s head spun.

They were bombarding her with too much information.

"Everyone, calm down!"

Olivia shouted at the top of her voice.

But it was useless.

More and more female executives and employees kept rushing into her office.

"How is a single man doing all this?!"

"I heard he’s living in the Imperial Penthouse!"

"Wait. NO WAY! I just heard someone say he’s currently streaming live right now!"

Hearing this, Olivia flipped open her laptop.

"The account name. What platform is he on? Now!"

The researcher quickly tapped her tablet.

"It’s on the StarStream platform, ma’am! The handle is just @MrGold!"

...

Back at the Imperial Lakeview Penthouse.

The air freight delivery team finished carefully arranging Mr. Gold’s newly acquired hypercars on the massive private helipad and parked them alongside his powerful Porsche 918 Spyder.

"All set, Mr. Gold..." said the lead technician.

"Thanks." Mr. Gold nodded.

The crew left on their helicopter after.

Mr. Gold turned back to look at his new collection.

The only word to describe it... spectacular.

’The system told me to assemble a collection of supercars but hopefully hypercars still count. Honestly, these are great investments anyway. Mostly the Porsche 918 Spyder since its value is only going to go up from here.’

Satisfied, he walked back into his opulent living room.

Waiting inside was the Head of the Auspicious Purple Wine House, along with his entourage.

Seeing Mr. Gold enter, the manager rushed forward and handed over an elegant, purple-and-gold business card with both hands.

"Mr. Gold! My name is Manager Vin. It is a true privilege! We would absolutely love to have you as our premier frequent customer. If there is ever any specific spiritual wine you need to boost your cultivation realm, just say the word and we will cross oceans to get it for you!"

Mr. Gold nodded quietly.

The silence became uncomfortable.

Manager Vin quickly cleared his throat and pointed toward two beautifully crafted, antique wooden boxes sitting on the marble counter.

"Ahem, yes! Your vintage wines are right here, sir. Please and please, we humbly beg that you only patronize our establishment in the future!"

Mr. Gold’s eyes narrowed behind the slits of his mask.

He fixed a cold glare on the man.

"Are you trying to say that I don’t have the option of trying out other wine businesses?"

Thud!

Manager Vin’s knees buckled, and he fell straight to the polished floor, trembling as he begged.

"No! No, Mr. Gold, that’s not what I meant at all! Please forgive my clumsy words! It’s just... my rival, Madam Ingrid from the Blue Sky Wine House, will try to steal you away from us! She’s quite infamous for using her forbidden beauty and charms to attract top clients... and that includes both men AND women!"

[Ding! New rejection route! Host’s new side quest is to charm Wine Master Ingrid then reject her. Host will be rewarded with a top spirit beast!]

Mr. Gold let out a slow sigh under his mask.

"Just take your people and leave."

"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"

Manager Vin didn’t hesitate for a single second.

He bolted for the elevator as his entire entourage rushed out right behind him.

Now that the penthouse was quiet again, Mr. Gold stroked the chin of his gold mask.

’The system wants me to build up my reputation. I should probably start streaming... but I haven’t even bought any equipment or hired a production team yet.’

Beep.

The wall intercom chimed again.

Mr. Gold tapped the screen.

The beautiful receptionist from the lobby appeared on the display. Her cheeks were red, and she was nervously fiddling with her pink hair bangs.

[Uh, good evening again, sir! The professional streaming equipment you requested has arrived, along with the media support team. Should I... send them up?]

Mr. Gold nodded. "Send them up."

He pressed the release button, and the grand, silent double doors cruised open. The pink-haired receptionist was standing there, leading a professional-looking crew carrying heavy crates of cameras and lighting gear. The team was comprised almost entirely of beautiful, sharp-looking women, with only one timid, frail-looking man dragging a tripod at the very back.

"M-, Mr. Gold!"

The receptionist stood upright which made the perky balls on her chest to shoot out attractively.

Such a shy, but beautiful woman.

"If you need anything else at all tonight, please let me know! Oh, and what should I tell any other delivery people or visitors in case they come? I just want to make sure I’m doing a perfect job for you so I don’t have to keep leaving my workspace, and—"

Mr. Gold led the team inside and pushed a button.

Fwip.

The advanced double doors slid shut right in her face.

Outside, the receptionist let out a defeated sigh.

"Gosh... if those doors weren’t so high-tech, I’m pretty sure he would’ve slammed them in my face. That was such a dumb move... why did I even ask all that? Sigh, I always try way too hard the second I see a slightly capable man."

She smoothed down her pink bangs, pouted, and walked back to the elevator.

Inside the penthouse, the professional streaming crew worked at lightning speed. Within minutes, they had setup the high-quality 4K cameras, studio lighting, and quality microphones.

"We are live in three, two, one..."

The female director whispered with a thumbs-up.

Mr. Gold looked into the lens and waved casually.

"Hey everyone. Mr. Gold here. Just wanted to introduce myself today and do a quick unboxing of this 1945 Romanée-Conti wine. Afterward, maybe I’ll show you guys my modest hypercar collection."

The live chat feed on the side monitor exploded.

[HOLY CRAP IT’S REAL! HE’S IN THE PENTHOUSE!]

[Nice mask bro, did you buy it at a Halloween store or are you just ugly? 🤡]

[Bro ignore the haters, DRINK THE WINE!]

[Wait, did he say hypercar COLLECTION?! Multiple?!]

[Probably a green screen. Show us the bottle.]

Mr. Gold chuckled beneath the mask. He walked over to the marble counter and carefully unlatched the antique wooden box. He pulled out the dark, dusty bottle of legendary 1945 Romanée-Conti.

Foooop...

He popped the cork.

A rich, thick, deeply aromatic fragrance flooded the entire penthouse living room.

The spiritual energy in the air visibly rippled.

Chrome lifted the bottom edge of his smooth gold mask just enough to expose his mouth, poured a small amount into a crystal glass, and took a sip.

He paused, letting the flavors settle.

"Hmm. It’s got a very deep, smooth taste. You can actually feel the lunar spiritual energy washing down your throat. It definitely clears out the impurities in the meridians. Solid 9 out of 10."

He didn’t know what he was saying.

He was just repeating whatever garbage the system told him as long as it made him sound rich.

[HE JUST OPENED A MILLION DOLLAR VINTAGE LIKE IT’S A CAN OF SODA!!!]

[The spiritual aura radiating from that glass is making my phone screen vibrate wtf]

[Did yall see his jawline when he lifted the mask? He’s definitely a top-tier young master.]

[Bro, I’m literally crying in my 10-square-meter rental room right now.]

Mr. Gold set the glass down and stood up from his Italian leather chair.

"Alright, let’s go check out the cars. I’m sure you guys are more excited to see those anyway, right?"

He adjusted his mask properly.

He walked toward the automated glass garage attached to the indoor section of the penthouse. With a swipe of his hand, the frosted glass cleared, revealing the brilliant, gleaming beasts sitting under the custom LED spotlights: the Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+, the Pagani Huayra Roadster BC, the Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut, and his hot Porsche 918 Spyder!

[KOENIGSEGG JESKO ABSOLUT?! That thing breaks the sound barrier!]

[The Huayra Roadster BC is pure art. Anyone who prefers the Bugatti has zero taste.]

[Shut up, the Chiron would eat that punani for breakfast. You’re just mad you’re broke.]

ㄴ[Punani? 💀]

ㄴ[Sorry, I meant Pagani bro, autocorrect...]

ㄴ[That was NOT autocorrect lil bro]

[Bro, any single one of these cars could buy my entire clan’s mountain sector. What kind of godly background does this guy have?]

[Imagine calling other people broke while watching a stream from a 4G android phone lmao]

ㄴ[What’s wrong with android bro?]

Chrome checked the scrolling chat on his phone as he casually leaned against the glass wall.

"To be honest, I don’t really drive these cars. I just keep them here as a sort of investment, and mostly because I just appreciate a fine piece of machinery."

He smiled under his mask, thinking to himself that this was exactly the kind of detached, casual nonsense a truly wealthy person would say.

The comments kept flying in, accompanied by a deluge of expensive virtual gifts, golden rockets, and big donations flashing across his screen.

[Flex of the century 😭🙏]

[Wait, if you don’t drive these, what DO you actually drive daily? Show us your daily driver!]

That one caught him off guard.

"Uh... there’s not really enough time to do that today. And, to be honest... I don’t even really know where the cars I drive are located right now. I’m not the one driving them, after all. I just call my driver in the morning, a car shows up at the door, and that’s pretty much about it."

[Shi ’I don’t even know where my cars are’ is the most aggressively rich sentence I have ever heard in my life.]

[Absolute king behavior.]

...

Olivia watched the stream with a strict face.

"This man is a total fraud. And I’m going to prove it. He thinks he can fool the entire city, stupid mistake. I know a secret he doesn’t."

She hit the ’Request to Join Stream’ button.

Her beautiful face had a cold smirk.