Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Parker had made his choice. Real estate wasn't flashy, but it was practical. It didn't tie him down, it didn't require constant innovation, and it played to his strengths.

He closed his laptop and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "Alright, Parker," he said aloud. "It's time to buy some buildings and start printing money."

[Ding! Option Selected: Real Estate.

Objective: Build a $100 Billion Real Estate Portfolio.

Reward: Throne of Dominion, ??,??!]

Parker read the system notification, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. "A hundred billion, huh? No biggie." He shrugged, cracking his knuckles. Then, his eyes narrowed. "But... wise man says fools rush in."

He stretched, thinking it over. "Build that shit in a month, and I'll probably have the Feds knocking on my door. Nah, we're playing it subtle. Subtle but not slow."

The reward were bound to be tempting enough to make anyone lose their mind, but Parker didn't even know what they were and some had question marks. Whatever he was disciplined to just do his thing than care about rewards fur now.

He pulled up another tab and started digging deeper into Sophisticated Space.

The company was massive. International. South Korean roots. Its portfolio? Over a trillion dollars. Parker's eyebrows shot up. "A trillion and over? Damn, these guys don't mess around."

The more he read, the more impressed he became. The CEO was a woman named Seoryeon. Twenty-five years old and already a legend in the business world. She'd taken over the company at just twenty-two, transforming it from a $700 billion empire to a trillion-dollar behemoth in three years.

"Three years," Parker muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "That's not just impressive—that's some next-level shit." Unless she had a Cashback system like him, pulling off what she did in three years meant she wasn't your ordinary business woman.

What really caught his attention, though, was the company's heritage. It wasn't some overnight success story. It had roots stretching back generations, built on tradition and relentless innovation.

Parker nodded to himself. "That's one thing I love about Asians—they don't mess around when it comes to business."

He scrolled through more articles, watching interviews and skimming through industry reports. The more he learned about Seoryeon and her company, the more certain he became. Sophisticated Space—or Seryeon-doen Gonggan, as it was known in Korean—was the perfect partner for his real estate ambitions.

"Alright," he said, closing his laptop with a satisfying click. "That's it. We're doing this."

Parker leaned back in his chair, staring at his laptop screen. He'd been doing nothing but researching and planning for three days straight, and now that it was time to make his move, he realized he had one last thing to handle.

"How the hell am I getting to New York?" he muttered, tapping his pen against the desk.

He opened a new tab and started comparing flights. Private jet services were an obvious option—he had the money for it—but something made him hesitate. "Nah, too flashy," he thought, shaking his head. "Can't be out here flexing like I'm a Kardashian. Keep it chill but classy... For now!"

After scrolling through flight options, he landed on the private first-class suites with one of the top airlines. They were ridiculously expensive, but they had everything: a full bed, gourmet dining, and enough privacy to feel like he was in his own mini-jet.

"That's more like it," Parker said, nodding.

He picked up his phone and dialed the airline's premium booking number.

"Good evening, sir. Thank you for choosing us. How may I assist you today?"

"I need a first-class suite on the next flight, LAX to JFK," Parker said, his voice calm but firm.

"Of course, sir. Let me check availability for you. One moment."

While the rep searched, Parker leaned back, spinning his chair. Ere hopped up onto the desk, staring at him like she was judging his life choices.

"You judging me, furball?" he asked, smirking.

Ere blinked slowly, unimpressed.

"Good news, sir," the rep said, snapping Parker back to reality. "We have availability for tomorrow morning. Would you like to confirm the booking?"

"Yeah, let's do it," he replied, tapping his pen against the desk.

"Excellent choice, sir. I'll send the confirmation details to your email. Anything else I can assist you with?"

"Nope. Thanks."

Parker hung up, glancing at Ere. "There. Happy now?"

The cat yawned, clearly not impressed.

Parker yawned too, exhaustion from three days of intense research finally catching up to him. "Time to hit the sack," he muttered, heading to bed.

He crashed like a log, his mind already dreaming of the moves he'd make tomorrow.

****

The next morning, Parker woke up with a rare mix of excitement and cold determination. He didn't get giddy about much, but this trip felt like the beginning of something big.

"Big day today," he said to himself.

After a quick shower, he dressed sharp but comfortable: a black designer hoodie, fitted jeans, and sneakers that probably cost more than most people's rent.

After a quick breakfast, he packed a small bag for the trip. His system notification had given him the perfect excuse to start moving. It was time to see Sophisticated Space in action.

Parker's phone buzzed with an email from Katherine at the company, confirming his visit and including directions to their New York City headquarters.

He glanced at the email, grinning. "Let's go."

He grabbed his essentials—phone, laptop, the key to his red Speedtail, and Ere, who looked annoyed but didn't resist being picked up.

Down in the parking lot, the sleek red McLaren Speedtail waited like a predator ready to pounce. Parker opened the door, setting Ere on the passenger seat before sliding in himself.

As the car roared to life, Parker smirked. "Let's go."

The drive to Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) was smooth but uneventful. Parker wasn't the type to blast upbeat tunes or sing along like some carefree idiot. Instead, the car was filled with the hauntingly cool notes of Dark Synthwave, the kind of music that oozed mystery and tension.

But underneath the calm exterior, there was a flicker of excitement he couldn't ignore. This wasn't just a business trip—it was a step toward something colossal.

Pulling up to the private first-class entrance at LAX, Parker handed the keys to the valet without a word, grabbing Ere and his bag.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, stepping inside. "Time to show New Yorkers what I'm made of."