"A piece of trash like you—low-class D-class person like you deserves nothing in this place."
Before Solomon even realized it, a punch had already been thrown at him. He dodged it effortlessly, tilting his head, shoulder, and body just in time. The boy ended up hitting nothing but air.
Still, the bully didn't give up. He aimed another punch, this time straight at Solomon's face. Again, Solomon dodged it with fluid motion, his body moving instinctively.
The bully's face twisted in rage, though he still grinned as he glared at Solomon with eyes full of fury. Solomon, on the other hand, stayed calm—expression cool and composed the entire time. His only thought was, When will this mission be completed?
He hadn't expected a group of bullies to show up and disrupt his peace. He was calculating everything silently, waiting to hear the ding of the system's notification. But instead, this idiot had come along to ruin his mood.
Grinding his teeth, the bully shouted, "Solomon, stand still and let me punch you!"
Solomon finally opened his mouth. "Am I stupid enough to just stand here and let you hit me? Do I have no sense? Do I look like someone whose brain is in his ass?"
The bully clenched his jaw harder, clearly provoked by Solomon's sarcastic response. He threw more punches, one after another in frustration. Solomon dodged them all with ease.
A girl who earlier had fallen on Solomon quickly ran off seeing the opportunity. Solomon caught her fleeing figure from the corner of his eye but didn't care. She was irrelevant. His only concern was the persistent annoyance in front of him.
All this time, the bully had been attacking non-stop while Solomon dodged everything, untouched. But finally, the bully changed tactics. He stopped targeting Solomon's face and chest and aimed directly for his abdomen.
Solomon's expression turned dangerously cold. He finally reacted—catching the bully's fist with his hand. Without hesitation, he landed a powerful punch straight to the bully's face.
blood instantly gosh out from the bullies nose. The bully collapsed to the ground the moment Solomon released his grip.
"Try hitting me now," Solomon said coldly.
The minions, seeing their leader down and bleeding, were struck with fear. Powerless and shaken, they had no choice but to flee from the place.
Just then, Solomon heard the familiar notification sound from the system:
"Mission successfully completed.
The host has successfully gained 100 billion dollars.
The host has also received a bonus reward of 1 million dollars>
Mission completed>Hidden quest unlocked>The host has received a side gift> Three Blind Boxes.
>The host is to choose one of the Blind Boxes to claim its reward."
Solomon turned his eyes around the store, searching for a way to access the new system settings—to open the blind box gifts and absorb whatever new feature or reward the system had just unlocked.
As he looked around, raising his head, he spotted a CCTV camera mounted high on the rooft. Solomon furrowed his brow and crouched down, his eyes catching sight of a small pebble lying at his feet—likely broken loose from a dress at display, knocked down by all the chaos.
He picked up the object and, pointing his finger skyward, and he aimed at the CCTV camera. There could be other CCTV footage anywhere in the store. But now, at least that one was destroyed.
God knows where the others might be hiding, so Solomon needed to find a safe place to access the system gifts. Without hesitation, he exited the area, leaving behind the group of fleeing students and others still shopping inside the store.
Walking down a narrow side lane of the store, the weather had already turned stormy. Rain had begun to fall with drizzling noise accompanying it as it coated the ground. The ground grew wet with moisture, reflecting a faint, mirror-like image of Solomon as he passed.
Reaching the corner, Solomon looked left and right to make sure no one was nearby. Once confident he was alone, he summoned the system screen before him. Instantly, the three Blind Boxes appeared.
They looked like gift boxes, but glowed like system energy, radiating with a deep blue light, like Python data streams merging on a computer, coming together forming the body of each box, complete with a ribbon on top.
Solomon stared at them.
What could be inside these blind boxes? What was hidden within? Would the contents be helpful… or dangerous?
The system, hearing his unspoken thoughts, responded:
"Host, you may choose. I assure you—it is something good. You've performed well and earned your reward."
Solomon furrowed his brow and decided to trust the system. He looked at the three Blind Boxes in front of him.
'One in the middle, one on the left, and one on the right.
"Which one should I choose?
If I pick the one on the right, will I lose something?
If I choose the middle, will I gain something?
'If I go with the left, will I gain even more?'
The questions circled in his mind. To make a decision seemed harder than it should be.
Solomon stood before the Blind Boxes, his mind clouded with indecision.
Meanwhile, Solomon finally stopped and took control of himself. He decided not to access the Blind Box—not yet. His mind was too chaotic. One of the best pieces of advice he had ever followed in life was this, 'When your mind is unsettled and you can't make a clear decision, it's better to leave it and return later—especially if the matter isn't urgent.'
The system hadn't mentioned any time limit for choosing the Blind Box, so Solomon knew he could access it whenever he was ready.
The system responded with surprise:
"Host, why are you not choosing your gift now?"
Solomon replied calmly, "I'm not ready yet. I feel hungry."
With that, he walked out of the dark corner, hands in his pockets. He stepped out onto the road. Now, he had to wait for a taxi. He had no other means of transportation available.
He pulled out his phone and called for a ride service. After about thirty minutes of waiting, one finally arrived. Solomon got into the car.
The driver glanced at Solomon's school uniform. It looked clean and well-kept, and in the driver's mind, Solomon didn't seem like someone who would usually take a budget ride. .
Solomon had changed into a school uniform for some reason.
'Maybe he was from a higher class… or maybe he was just pretending to be rich,' all came the thought of the urban driver
"Take me to the D-Class District," Solomon said.
The driver's eyes widened slightly. He looked at Solomon, puzzled. Why would someone who looks like they belong to a wealthy class want to go to the D-Class District? What business could he have there? Could he actually be one of the poor kids, pretending to be rich?
With those thoughts racing through his mind, the driver glanced at Solomon with a smirk in his eyes and simply said, "Get in," his voice now carried sneer, no bit of respect in it.
Solomon noticed the driver's reaction but didn't say anything. His eyes lingered on the man's face for a moment before looking away. Then, the urban began to move, driving Solomon toward the D-Class Area.
When the urban dropped Solomon off, he walked into the street of the D-Class District. Most of the neighbors around were already outside, some lounging, some just watching.
An aunty from the neighborhood approached him. She was a plump woman—not ugly, just full-figured—with dark hair tied into two buns. She looked at Solomon with a teasing smile.
"Solomon, you look rich these days, huh? You can even take an urban now. When did you cash out and get so wealthy? You couldn't even share your blessings with your neighbors? You should've let us celebrate with you!"
Solomon looked at the woman. He knew she didn't mean harm—just another nosy voice in the D-Class, like everyone else. He didn't blame her. It was how they all were.
He responded with just one line:
"Aunty, one day I'll give you something."
The woman's eyes widened. "Really? You're going to give me something?"
Solomon nodded. "Yes."
Then, without another word, he walked off, hands in his pockets, and headed into his household.
"Solomon dear, you're back from school so late. What happened? Is everything alright?"
The first person he saw when he arrived was his grandmother. She was sitting on an old, worn-out chair with her legs crossed, blowing on some rice. The sun was harsh, and even the shade she sat under couldn't fully shield her.
They lived in a simple concrete house—functional, but far from modern.
Solomon walked over to her, took her hand gently, and kissed it.
"Good evening, Grandma," he greeted her.
His grandmother nodded, and Solomon immediately asked, "Where is Yuvia? Where's Laura? Everyone?"
His grandmother replied, "Yuvia and Laura went to the market. Your Aunt Clara isn't around either—she went to take care of some business."
Solomon nodded silently. After a brief pause, he asked, "Grandma, what shall I eat today? I'm really hungry."
He let out a deep, tired yawn.
His grandmother smiled gently and said, "Your food is already made. It's covered in a warm box for you in the kitchen."
"Thanks," Solomon replied with a nod.
He walked into the house and headed to the kitchen. He found the food box, he uncovered it, and sat down to eat. Right now, his priority was filling his stomach.
Only after that could he start thinking about anything related to the system.
He kept wondering about the system's Blind Box. What could possibly be the outcome? What mattered was, should he use it to open the Blind Box? Was he lucky or unlucky?
Thinking about this, Solomon finished the last bite of his food, cleaned up by taking away the dishes, then sat down on his bed with his legs crossed.
He summoned the Blind Boxes—three packages—which appeared floating in the air before him. The same colors, the same blue and red glow.
Solomon looked at the box in the middle, his finger hovering just above it. Then he glanced at the one on the left and the one on the right.
Finally, deciding, he moved his finger just above the Blind Box that was at…