The morning sun pushed through the curtains of Jackim's villa, slicing through the quiet like a warm reminder that life still moved on, no matter how heavy yesterday felt. He'd barely slept. His mind replayed Miss Kamene's trembling smile from the night before — that frail teacher he'd found by the roadside, who once gave him half her lunch when he was too broke to afford food back in high school.
Now, he had everything: the cars, the villas, the fame. Yet somehow, the world felt emptier than ever.
Jackim sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples as the System flickered softly in his head.
System Notification: "Host's Compassion Points exceeded threshold. New mission available."
Mission: "Brag about changing 1,000 lives."
Reward: 10 million USD in charity funds (automatic transfer).
He stared at the glowing words, lips curving into a faint smile.
"Change 1,000 lives, huh? That's a brag I don't mind earning."
He stood up, put on a plain white T-shirt, jeans, and slippers — a sight that would make any paparazzi faint from disbelief. No designer watch, no gold chains, no Rolls Royce keys in his hand. Just Jackim — the version that existed before the System, before the bragging, before the fame.
By 10 a.m., he was sitting in his studio — cameras off, lights dimmed. Kelvin was on the couch behind him, scrolling through his phone.
"Bro, you sure about this?" Kelvin asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're trending for your new hotel launch. If you go emotional now, they might say you're faking it for PR."
Jackim chuckled. "Then let them say it. If the truth sounds fake to them, that's their problem."
Kelvin sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, Mother Teresa. Just don't cry on camera. You cry ugly."
"Shut up, Kelvin," Jackim said, laughing for the first time that morning.
He hit Go Live.
At first, only a few thousand people joined. Compared to his usual millions, it felt almost quiet — but strangely peaceful.
"Good morning, everyone," he began, voice low, calm, real. "No sponsors today. No business updates. No bragging… well, maybe just one brag." He smiled. "I want to brag about something different."
The comments section flooded.
'What's this about?'
'Is this a prank?'
'Jackim without flexing? Must be hacked.'
He leaned closer to the camera. "I used to pick bottles on the roadside. I used to walk from Victoria Texas High to my mum's house barefoot because I couldn't afford bus fare. I used to fake phone calls just to look busy when my classmates mocked me."
The comments slowed down. Some stopped typing altogether.
Jackim continued softly, "I used to think money would fix that feeling — you know, the one where you feel invisible, small, like the world laughs every time you try. But even now, with all this…" — he motioned around his lavish studio — "I still remember that boy with torn shoes."
Kelvin, watching behind the camera, swallowed hard. He'd never seen Jackim this open before.
"Today," Jackim said, voice steadying, "I want to brag differently. I want to brag that we — not just me, but everyone watching — can change lives."
He paused, opened the charity platform on-screen, and continued, "Every dollar we raise today goes to students who can't afford tuition. Kids who eat one meal a day but still dream like kings."
Then he smiled faintly. "And I'll match every dollar you send. No cap. You send ten, I'll send ten. You send a hundred, I'll send a hundred. You send nothing… I'll still send something."
The comments erupted.
'No way he's serious.'
'Wait—he's matching donations??'
'This man different.'
'I'm crying already and he just started 😭'
Then came the flood. Donations rolled in. $10… $100… $1,000… $5,000…
Kelvin's jaw dropped. "Bro… that's over $300,000 in ten minutes!"
Jackim smiled softly. "Then let's keep going."
He played a soft piano melody in the background — one he'd composed himself. It wasn't perfect, but it was honest. Notes stumbled like broken memories; pauses lingered like the years he spent being mocked. The viewers could feel it.
Comments kept flashing:
'This song hurts… but it heals.'
'I'm not rich but here's $5, Jackim. I believe in you.'
'He's helping people he doesn't even know. That's real flex.'
Halfway through the livestream, something unexpected happened. A mother commented:
> "My son was your classmate at Victoria Texas High. He dropped out last year because I couldn't pay his fees. Thank you for remembering kids like him."
Jackim froze. His fingers trembled slightly on the piano keys.
He looked straight into the camera. "Tell your son… to go back to school. His fees are covered. For the year. For the next year too."
Kelvin quickly checked his tablet. The System's display pulsed bright gold.
System Notification: "Compassion Level increased."
Auto-transfer: 2,000,000 USD to Braggers Foundation (Education Wing).
The audience exploded in disbelief. Screenshots went viral instantly.
#JackimCharityChallenge started trending globally within minutes.
By the one-hour mark, over 60,000 people were watching. By the two-hour mark, half a million.
Viewers began sharing their own stories:
"I was homeless once, now I'm donating my first salary."
"He helped me believe in humanity again."
"I'm crying. How can a man this rich still sound so real?"
Even celebrities joined in. A famous singer dropped a $50,000 donation with a note: "Respect to the real ones."
Jackim looked overwhelmed. His voice cracked slightly when he said, "You all are proving something today — that bragging isn't about what you have. It's about what you give."
For a second, he couldn't speak. The emotion caught him by the throat.
Kelvin leaned forward. "Bro… you okay?"
Jackim chuckled, wiping a tear. "Yeah. Just… someone's cutting onions in here."
The audience laughed, filling the air with warmth.
Three hours later, the total donation count hit $4.8 million. The chat had slowed into quiet gratitude. Jackim looked at the numbers and whispered, "System, how many lives have we changed so far?"
System: "Current count: 1,327."
He exhaled slowly, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Then I guess we passed the mission."
The System's voice echoed faintly in his head:
Reward Triggered: 10,000,000 USD transferred to Braggers Foundation.
New Title Unlocked: The Heart of Gold.
Kelvin blinked at his screen. "Bro, your account—did you just get ten million?!"
Jackim smiled faintly. "Nah. We just gave away ten million."
The audience lost it. Comments exploded. Laughter, tears, disbelief — all in one storm.
After four hours, he ended the stream with a simple sentence:
> "Don't forget the people who believed in you before the world did."
He leaned back, removing the mic. His face glistened with tears — not from sadness, but peace.
Kelvin stood and clapped slowly. "You did it, man. You just made half the internet cry."
Jackim laughed, tired but content. "Good. Maybe now they'll see I'm not just the System guy. I'm still Jackim."
That night, the internet broke.
News outlets replayed the livestream endlessly:
"Billionaire Streams Humanity."
"From Street Boy to Savior: Jackim's Charity Brag."
"Fans Flood Internet with Tears After Viral Livestream."
Even The Wheel's influence couldn't drown it. For once, the whole world spoke of good things.
Lina watched from her dorm, eyes swollen, whispering, "That's the Jackim I fell for."
Ariana saw the stream too. She didn't cry — she smiled proudly. "He finally found himself."
Even Sandra, watching from a small rented apartment, wept silently. "That should've been me beside him," she whispered, guilt soaking every word.
Meanwhile, in his quiet villa, Jackim sat alone on the balcony. The night was peaceful — for once, no noise, no paparazzi, no System alerts. Just silence.
He stared up at the stars and whispered, "I bragged the right way this time, huh?"
System Notification: "Affirmative. Mission completed successfully."
Next Quest Unlocked: 'Brag About Changing the World.'
He laughed softly. "Changing the world? Let's start one heart at a time."
He stood, stretched, and walked back inside. Kelvin was already asleep on the couch, mouth open, snoring loudly. Jackim tossed a blanket over him and shook his head with a grin.
"Still ugly when you sleep," he murmured, chuckling.
Then, for the first time in months, he went to bed peacefully — no racing thoughts, no pain, no guilt. Just quiet satisfaction.
Because today, the brag wasn't about power.
It was about purpose.
And it felt… right.