Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The system didn't leave Parker much room to dwell on his thoughts.

[Ding! New Mission Generated…

[Create a Business Empire! Choose one of these options:

Cosmetics Empire

Real Estate

Technology Behemoth

Car Company

Fashion Brand!]

"Holy shit," Parker muttered, his brows shooting up. This wasn't just another generic mission to grind points or cash; this felt... real. The system was pushing him toward something bigger, something that could change his life—or hell, his place in the world.

He sank back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as the excitement bubbled up. A business empire? This was his shot to break into the top 1%? No, scratch that—he could become the 1%.

But as much as the idea got his adrenaline going, Parker knew he couldn't just jump into it blind. He had to think this through.

He grabbed his water bottle from the table, took a sip, and leaned forward. "Alright, Parker, focus. Let's break this down," he said to himself.

He clicked over to a few articles about cosmetics. Trends, influencers, marketing... it was all overwhelming.

"Profit margins are high," he read aloud, squinting at the screen. "But the market's oversaturated. Every other day there's a new mascara that makes your eyelashes look like tree branches." He snorted at the thought.

Scrolling further, he saw words like branding, social media presence, and customer engagement.

"Yeah, no thanks," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. "I'm not about to DM a bunch of influencers to beg them to sell my lip gloss." Although he would offer sums for ads, it was still the same thing to him—begging!

With a decisive click, he closed the tabs. Cosmetics are out.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of research into the tech industry. Parker even flipped the TV on, pulling up a documentary about Silicon Valley. The thought of creating a game-changing app or innovative software was exciting.

"Big returns, global impact, and innovation," he read off his notes. "But also..." He paused, scrolling through a list of failed startups. "High risk, brutal competition, and I don't even know how to code."

He sat back, tapping his pen against the notebook. The idea was tempting. Tech could make him rich, no doubt about it. But the constant grind? The endless pressure to innovate? That sounded like a one-way ticket to burnout city.

Getting up, Parker stretched, arms overhead as he let out a groan. "Why do all these ideas sound so damn stressful?" He wandered into the kitchen, grabbing some orange juice and sipping straight from the carton.

Back at his desk, Parker pulled up info on car companies and fashion brands.

"Electric cars are the future," he muttered, scrolling through articles about Tesla and startups trying to follow in its footsteps. "But do I really want to deal with production costs, supply chains, and Elon Musk wannabes?"

He leaned back, picturing himself in a fancy office, designing sleek sports cars. The thought was cool for about ten seconds before reality kicked in.

"Yeah, no. Too much work," he said, shutting the laptop again.

Fashion wasn't much better.

"Okay, I'd probably make some sick designs," he admitted, picturing a line of edgy, high-end streetwear. "But trends change faster than TikTok challenges. One flop, and I'm done."

Everything was good and he could navigate it with money but it had a lot of work even if he was to use money most of the times, he didn't want like that sound of that.

He sighed, leaning his head against the back of the chair. Why does everything sound like a nightmare?

Parker turned his attention to real estate, clicking through pages of information. The more he read, the more it clicked.

"Steady demand," he mumbled, jotting notes. "People always need homes, offices, and places to spend money."

But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. "Downside: market crashes, zoning laws, and maintenance headaches." He frowned, scribbling that down too.

Parker stretched in his chair, his back cracking in a way that made him wince even for someone with energy flowing in him. "Damn, sitting this long should come with a health warning," he muttered, grabbing his phone.

After hours of clicking through articles and trying to absorb real estate lingo, his brain felt like mush.

But he wasn't giving up yet. The deeper he dove into this rabbit hole, the more real estate felt like the move. One major thing still bugged him though—there was only so much Google could teach. He needed real-world answers.

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, Parker flopped back onto the couch and started scrolling through contacts with for an international property management company he'd bookmarked earlier.

"Alright, here goes nothing," he said, tapping the call button.

The line rang twice before a crisp, professional voice answered.

"This is Sophisticated Space, a global real estate and investment management firm. My name's Katherine, how may I assist you?"

Parker nodded and replied the woman "Katherine," he said, his voice flat and to the point. "Parker. I'm looking into real estate investment—commercial, residential, mixed-use. I've read a lot, but there's still too much I don't get. Thought I'd ask the experts."

Her tone softened slightly, shifting from polished to approachable. "Of course, Mr. Parker. We'd be happy to help. Could you share a little more about what you're looking to do? Are you interested in acquiring properties, leasing, or just general portfolio management?"

Parker rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh, probably buying properties. But, like, here's the thing—I don't want to deal with tenants or plumbing disasters and all. I'd rather not even touch the day-to-day stuff if I can avoid it."

Katherine chuckled lightly. "That's completely understandable. A lot of investors feel the same way. With our management services, we handle everything—tenant communication, property upkeep, leasing agreements—you name it. Your role would simply be acquiring the assets and watching your portfolio grow."

Parker raised an eyebrow, his tone cold and calculating. "So, I buy the buildings, and you handle everything else, right? Just making sure."

"That's correct," she confirmed.

A grin spread across Parker's face. "I like the sound of that."

Katherine hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Mr. Parker, I'd recommend you visit our headquarters in New York City. It's our largest U.S. office, and you'll get a chance to meet our team, see how we operate, and get a deeper understanding of your investment options."

Parker blinked, his expression unreadable. "New York City, huh?"

"Yes," she said warmly. "We believe in creating strong relationships with our clients, and a personal visit would give you a much clearer picture of the opportunities available to you."

Parker leaned back, his mind racing. "Alright, Katherine, you've sold me. Send me the details, and I'll figure out when I can head out."

"Wonderful. I'll email you everything you need," she replied. "We look forward to seeing you here soon."

After hanging up, Parker sat in silence for a moment, staring at the phone in his hand. "NYC?" he muttered. He'd never been, but the thought of stepping into one of the most iconic business hubs in the world made his chest buzz with excitement.

Setting the phone down, he grabbed the TV remote and flipped to a random channel. "Alright, Parker," he said to himself, smirking. "Time to make some big moves."