Jay exchanged numbers with Sonia before parting ways.
He walked back to his campus dorm, the night air cool against his skin, but his thoughts burning hot.
The moment he entered his small room, he opened his bank app.
Balance: ₹2,000,000
He stared… then laughed softly.
"This feels like a dream," he whispered.
A system.
Unlimited money.
Affection points.
Rewards.
Gift packs.
Just imagining what might happen when someone's affection reached 90 made a thrill run through him.
He lay back on his bed, scrolling through his phone. As he swiped up, a live-stream window popped onto his screen.
A girl was dancing gracefully in a bright-lit room— slim waist, long legs, fluid movements.
Jay's eyes widened.
He knew her.
Emily.
Campus goddess.
Major in acting and dance.
Dreams of entering the entertainment industry.
Beauty score above 90.
Talent shimmering like gold.
And every second-rich-generation boy on campus had tried to pursue her.
She rejected them all.
Jay had heard the don't know reason
Emily wasn't just looking for money.
So she became an online anchor, earning what she could by dancing and streaming.
On the screen, Emily twirled, hair flying like silk, unaware Jay was watching.
Jay tilted his phone.
"Well… I have money. Let's test something."
He sent her the smallest virtual gift.
A crisp chime echoed in his mind:
> [You spent money on a woman. Double cashback granted.]
Jay froze.
"Wait… even online anchors count?"
His eyes sharpened.
Within two minutes, he gifted relentlessly, one after another, watching the bright streaming effects explode across the screen.
Ten thousand.
Twenty thousand.
Fifty thousand.
One hundred thousand.
Every coin he spent returned to him doubled.
Emily, in her streaming room, suddenly froze mid-dance.
Her screen flooded—
Gift animations
Diamonds
Fireworks
Gold rain
Super luxury gifts worth ₹100,000.
Her heart nearly burst.
She stepped closer to the camera, eyes shining like stars.
She finally found one.
A real one.
A super second-rich generation fan.
Her voice trembled with excitement but she kept her smile professional.
"Thank you… thank you so much, Mr. Snoob!" she said sweetly, bowing slightly.
This wasn't just money for her.
This was hope.
Her childhood dream of becoming a famous actress had been crushed again and again by the harsh reality—
"You need connections to join the industry."
"No background? Impossible."
"No one will give you a chance."
Even in a campus full of wealthy heirs, not a single one had entertainment connections.
But now— someone who could spend ₹100,000 in minutes…
Someone who could potentially do more…
Someone who might change her fate…
Emily stared at the username Mr. Snoob, heart racing.
Jay relaxed back into his bed, watching her reaction calmly.
The system was real.
The money was real.
And now… even online anchors counted.
This world was about to open for him.
And no one—not Camila, not Jack, not anyone—was ready for this new Jay.