For the world, the anomaly began on a rainy Tuesday.
For me, it began with a status window.
"Huh? Is it time already?" I muttered, half-awake.
"Yes, sir. It's about time to let the readers know everything," my assistant said. His tone always carried this eerie mixture of respect and exasperation.
I stretched lazily, then nodded. "Hm. Okay, let's begin. Now… where should I start?"
Where else, but the truth?
First, let me show you my current status window:
Name: Montig Levan
Age: 28
Height: 1.81 m (83 kg)
Parents: Unknown
Marital Status: Married
Titles: "Peak of Humanity," "Conqueror of Waves," "Master of Economy," "Capital Crafter," "Husband of the Witches(?)"
Net Worth: 873 Billion USD
Surprising, isn't it?
Yes, I'm talking about those big numbers at the end.
But relax—this isn't where my story starts. This is merely where I ended up. The summit. The peak. The place where people whisper my name like an omen, a threat, a miracle, or a market-shattering disaster.
Because in the world of capital… I became an anomaly.
But before I rose, before I mastered the tides of global economy, before nations sought my partnership and billionaires avoided my gaze like debtors avoiding repayment—I was nothing.
No. "Nothing" is generous.
I was less than nothing.
The Lowest Point
I grew up in a forgotten alley between two condemned buildings. Rain leaked through the tarp that served as our roof. Sometimes I slept under streetlights because their warmth was better than the cold ground. I didn't know my parents—not even their names. I wasn't an orphan with a tragic backstory; I was simply a leftover existence.
Food wasn't eaten. It was hunted.
Education? That was something other children walked toward with backpacks. I watched from afar, clutching scraps of stale bread.
People looked at me the same way they look at a beggar on the street:
A nuisance they hoped someone else would deal with.
At age eight, I realized something strange: I had no identity. No records. No birth certificate. No history. As if I had been dropped into the world without a past—a newborn anomaly.
I thought I would die that way.
Until the day the numbers started appearing.
The First Window
It happened when I was twelve. My stomach was empty for the third day in a row, and I was searching trash bins behind an old market. That's when I heard it:
Ping!!
A soft mechanical chime that echoed inside my skull. I froze. And then—
A translucent window appeared before my eyes.
It was nothing like the ones I showed you earlier. It had only one line:
[Economy Affinity: S]
Just that.
One line.
One letter.
But that single letter changed the trajectory of my life.
I didn't know what it meant. I didn't know who put it there. I didn't know why it appeared. All I knew was this: the moment I stared at that glowing "S," I felt something awaken inside me—an intuition sharper than hunger, colder than reason.
I began noticing things.
How the shopkeeper recycled unsold vegetables by mixing them into new dishes.
How a pawn shop changed prices during rainy weather.
How street vendors arranged goods in a pattern that wasn't random—it was psychological warfare.
Numbers whispered to me. Patterns revealed themselves. Prices danced in my vision like a living language designed just for me.
The world didn't just run on money.
The world was money.
And suddenly… I could read it.
Four years flew by in an instant. And I can already hear your thoughts—"Did Montig level up instantly? Did he awaken as a genius?" Please. I was humanity's lowest, remember?
Life doesn't hand out miracles that easily, my brothers.
The First Deal
At age twelve, I made my first investment.
Not in stocks. Not in land. Not in gold.
In information.
I noticed an old man at the market selling broken radios. No one bought them because they assumed they were junk. But I saw something different—the screws were new. The wiring was intact. Only the speakers were damaged.
I approached him and said, "If you remove the speakers and sell the parts separately, you'll triple your earnings."
He laughed at me.
But the next day, he tried it.
And he earned four times more.
"You… how did you know?" he asked, trembling.
That day, he gave me three dollars. The next week, ten. The week after that, he introduced me to other vendors. And soon, I wasn't a street rat anymore—I was a consultant.
A twelve-year-old economic consultant.
Ridiculous, right?
Yet from there, the numbers grew.
The opportunities multiplied.
And my status window… expanded.
The Anomaly Is Born
You see, the world didn't create me.
The world miscalculated me.
Nobody expected a boy with no identity, no family, no education, and no future to claw his way to the top of a global hierarchy ruled by corporations, nations, and old money dynasties.
But I learned something early:
In a world ruled by economy, the one who understands the system best…
Owns the world.
And on that rainy Tuesday, when the markets trembled and nations whispered my name—
That was the moment, the birth of the world anomaly was complete!
I was no longer the lowest.
I was beginning my climb.
The climb that would redefine the concept of power.
The climb that would shake economies.
The climb… that would one day make me the Peak of Humanity!