Ding!
[Daily Credits Deposited: 10,000,000$]
The system announced as soon as the clock struck twelve.
[Funds will refresh every 12 hours.]
[Passive Buffs Activated!]
[Your unused money grows quietly in the background. +2% Daily Compound Interest on All Unspent Credits]
Selene's heart skipped a beat. Would she get ten million every day? Her math was poor, so she did not bother calculating exact numbers, but her thoughts ran wild.
'I will become a billionaire like this in no time! Heck, I can even become a trillionaire—no, even higher!'
Things have suddenly become dangerously tempting.
Selene firmly slapped her cheeks.
"No. You can't be swayed like this! Focus! Money is the root of all evil," she told herself grumbly.
If it was not for money, Bianca would have never ruined Selene's life.
If it wasn't for money, Adrian would have never betrayed her…
Thinking about him soured her expression. Selene silently stared at the mirror. She was beautiful. But nowhere near Veronica.
'Did he think I am too ugly?' Selene wondered.
'That would be weird since he looks like an ape.'
Selene scoffed, but a strange tingling pricked her head before she could turn away.
She paused.
A soft rush of cold brushed through her mind and deeper into her flesh. Then, bones.
Something strange was happening.
She staggered back, and then—froze when she caught her reflection.
Ding!
[Iron Widow Integration Completed!]
Selene was unsure if she should be amazed… or call an exorcist.
Her skin looked flawless. Not in a "used good skincare" way. No. This was suspicious. As if she'd bathed in moonlight, moisturized with melted diamonds, and eaten nothing but fairy dew.
Her lips were plumper, her cheekbones sharper, and her posture… taller?
And yet, she did not look too different from how she was before. It was as if the most minute flaws of her were picked and subtly changed.
"What in the filtered influencer hell…" she muttered.
She ran her fingers through her hair. Even that felt upgraded—thicker, glossier, like a shampoo commercial that wasn't lying for once.
But the biggest change?
Her mind.
It was so strangely calm.
At the same time there was a restlessness that could not be defined.
She could practically feel thoughts moving like traffic through her skull—except there were no traffic jams. Just express lanes of calculations, deductions, and a weird mental note that she had left the stove on in her old apartment.
A soft chime echoed in her ears.
Ding!
[You have successfully integrated with the Iron Widow Class.]
Charisma Buff Activated!
Neural Enhancements Activated!
Confidence Levels: Overcompensating. Proceed with caution.
Selene let out a small sigh.
The system was really strange. No matter how much she tried to think, it did not make enough sense.
What was the point of making her beautiful out of blue?
Although she was not proud of her appearance, Selene wasn't insecure either.
The system responded right away.
[Being drop-dead gorgeous is a requirement for the selected class, Iron Widow! The player must ensure they play the role well~]
Selene pouted.
"I wanted to become the dark knight, not a genius playboy billionaire."
The monotonous voice announced— [The second class selection will happen once you reach—
The voice suddenly disrupted.
An odd silence settled for a moment. Then, static, and—
Ding!
[New Quest Unlocked!]
Becoming The CEO!
Duration: 30 Days
Objective: Launch and run a successful business.
Penalty: ???
Optional Bonus: Dethrone one nepotism baby. Extra flair points if you do it wearing sunglasses.
A golden holographic panel appeared before Selene.
Available Business Domains:
Option 1. Luxury Real Estate — You have purchased a huge amount of luxury property across Atlantis. Why not use them to earn more money?
Option 2. High-Stakes Auction & Black Market Trade — 20% of your assets are absurdly expensive impulse buys! Start a Black Market Auction Business to earn money from them!
Option 3. Arcane Labs — Dormant Gaming Studio (CEO Unclaimed). A company with an uncertain future. Would you take the risk to raise it from the dead?
Selene blinked. "Arcane Labs?"
She had completely forgotten about the company, and it was the most tempting option.
Chronova. The game that once had teenage boys forgetting to blink. A mega-hit now lying in digital ruins.
What if even her one billion donation made no difference?
What if the devs never resumed operations?
Selene bit her lips.
Before she even tried to think, her mind was racing with possibilities.
The moment Arcane Labs was back up, there will be instant tension from the rivals. Especially the Monteverdes. They didn't like competition. Or other people with money. Or anything that didn't involve overpriced champagne and power suits.
But this option was so tempting…
Too tempting.
Selene sighed.
She turned away from the diamond-encrusted mirror and wandered through the newly redesigned penthouse.
No longer the cold minimalism nightmare it had been. Now it breathed with life. The walls were a warm cream, the floors polished wood, and the scent of sandalwood floated in the air like a memory from the past.
The interior designers have swiftly changed everything in the penthouse to recreate the home her mother once lived in. The cozy, elegant kind of luxury—tea sets, soft curtains, not a single sterile LED strip in sight.
A digital portrait of her mother hung above the fireplace. The designers had added subtle AI motion to the eyes, so they blinked once an hour. Slightly creepy. Deeply comforting.
She stepped upstairs.
Second floor. The hallway narrowed.
She paused in front of a door.
The bathroom.
Selene reached out. Her hand hovered over the knob. Her heart pounded for no reason.
Her fingers twitched. Her stomach knotted.
Abe Selene could still not open the door.
She could not move ahead.
Instead, she stepped back and muttered, "Later," and walked away.
Just then—her phone rang.
It was Alfred. The butler of the Sinclair Mansion. Her father's loyal servant who never dared to contact Selene even once despite his genuine care.
She frowned and picked up the call. The voice on the other side was trembling.
"Miss Selene, it's Mariah—your nanny. She… she's gravely injured. You need to come. Now."
Selene froze.
Without wasting a moment, she rushed to the Sinclair Mansion.
The royal blue Macbeth stopped outside the estate gates. Selene knew hiding her wealth would mean nothing now, but she wanted to take things a little slower.
If Bianca saw her with a car that expensive, she would have the car keyed or worse.
The Sinclair Mansion stood exactly the same as she remembered—cold, imposing, and obnoxiously over-sized, like it was trying too hard to prove something.
Selene entered through the giant gilded gates. Her outfit was sleek. Her hair flawless. Her presence?
Terrifying.
At least to the house butler.
Alfred—an ancient man who had served the Sinclair family since dinosaurs roamed the Earth—opened the door and gasped.
"Miss Selene… what in the Rothschild resurrection have you become?" he whispered.
Selene simply smiled, "Please show me where Mariah is. I hope they have arranged a good doctor?"
Alfred nodded tensely, then almost stammered as he asked in a hushed voice.
"Miss Selene, have you robbed someone? How do you look so well? I heard that Madame Sinclair's brother even kicked you out of the bar!"
Selene grimaced but Alfred kept rambling on as they walked past the foyer.
"Dear Miss, please! You don't have to resort to petty crimes. I can give you my life savings if you really want the money!
The poor old man looked so worried Selene was not sure whether to laugh or cry.
In the end, she only sighed deeply and offered a reassuring smile.
"Thank you, Alfred. But trust me. Everything is fine."
Alfred only grew more anxious.
He said nothing else after that but mumbled about how the young miss of Sinclair Family should not lie about such things.
Soon, they reached the servant quarters.
Two policemen were in the drawing room, sipping tea. And at the center of it—her childhood nanny.
Mariah.
Pale. Shaking. Silent.
Her head was wrapped in bandages and blood still stained the hem of her sleeves. But not one person around her looked like they cared.
"Mariah?" Selene rushed forward. "What happened?"
Before Mariah could answer, one of the officers stood. "We're taking her in for attempted poisoning of Madam Sinclair."
Selene blinked. "What?"
The cop pointed at a tray. "She served Madam Bianca poisoned tea. We're investigating."
Mariah opened her mouth. "Selene, I swear, I didn't—"
"I know," Selene said instantly.
But the officers weren't listening.
Neither was Bianca.
She arrived downstairs like a villain in a soap opera—wrapped in silk, drama, and passive-aggression.
"She tried to end me," Bianca sneered. "This wretched nanny had always hated me, officers. She blamed me because Selene's father sent her away. And now, she tried to kill both me and my child!"
Selene stared in disbelief. What the hell was going on? Everyone loved Mariah. She had been kind to them all. Then, why was Bianca trying to frame her all of a sudden?
Before Selene could say anything, one of the officers stepped forward. "Ma'am, we need you to leave. You're interfering."
"What? I did not even do anything!" Selene protested.
Bianca smirked. "She always did have a temper."
Just then, the officer reached out and grabbed Selene by the arm.
That was a mistake.
And the System agreed.
[Side Quest Unlocked!]
Rescue the Nanny!
Objective: Escape the Sinclair Mansion with Mariah before she's taken into custody.
Time limit: 5 minutes
System Suggestion: Kick first. Talk later.