### Chapter 5
"Solomon, since when did you get so rich!"
Cassy stared in absolute shock at Solomon, who had just effortlessly purchased $6,000 worth of luxury items for Clara. Her fragile ego was completely crushed. She couldn't wrap her mind around the reality that this was the exact same man she had discarded as a worthless, D-class nobody. She simply couldn't accept that she had played a losing game.
Driven by sheer shamelessness, she marched over to Solomon, pivoting her stance instantly. "So, you've been cheating on me the entire time? While we were together, you were behind my back with this woman!"
Solomon gave Cassy a freezing glance. He didn't utter a single word. Ever since she had approached them, he had been exerting an immense amount of internal control, forcefully holding himself back from reacting. Just looking at her face reminded him of how massive a fool he had once been—to the absolute extent that he had legally signed away his own kidney for her.
While Solomon chose to maintain his silence, Clara immediately recognized that this was her moment to step in. It was time for a mature woman to handle the situation on behalf of her future provider.
Clara stepped directly into Cassy's line of sight. "Listen here, bitch, stay away from Solomon. You're already sleeping with an elite-track person now, aren't you? Aren't you satisfied with that? Why are you still sniffing around my man? Are you just pathetic and jealous of the expensive designer pieces he bought for me?" Clara's words were laced with pure, deliberate provocation.
Cassy clenched her fists, her manicured nails digging into her palms as she glared at Clara. "Solomon belongs to me! You don't deserve a single thing from him! I've always been the absolute love of his life. He literally gave me his kidney! Solomon, please just forgive me for the little mistake I made."
Cassy turned her gaze toward Solomon, forcing an innocent, fragile expression onto her face as if she truly believed he would swallow the act. In her warped perception, Solomon had always been an absolute pushover when it came to her. She fully expected him to cave. After all, a man who parts with an organ for a woman would surely forgive a minor instance of infidelity with ease.
The system's mechanical voice vibrated inside Solomon's consciousness. [ I have genuinely never encountered such a shameless specimen, Host. Her lack of integrity is remarkable. Even after executing a comprehensive betrayal against you, she still possesses the audacity to demand your submission. She experiences zero authentic remorse and expects a reconciliation without a shred of internal guilt. ]
"Shut your filthy mouth," Clara snapped, swinging her arm to deliver a sharp, ringing slap across Cassy's face. "What's the matter? Is your high-class sugar daddy not providing enough allowance for you to afford premium clothes?" Clara mocked her ruthlessly, her expression twisted into a mask of pure disdain.
Cassy staggered back, her hand flying to her stinging cheek. She was left entirely speechless, the harsh reality hitting her that Clara's insults were entirely accurate. Her B-class benefactor never gave her the capital to buy luxury items; he refused to take her seriously because she originated from a D-class district. He maintained a rotation of multiple women, and she was merely an disposable asset among them. He only ever threw her minor financial crumbs.
Solomon simply took hold of Clara's wrist, his grip firm. "Let's get out of here."
Cassy's eyes locked onto the spot where Solomon's hand met Clara's skin, her expression burning with a mixture of intense humiliation and envy as the pair walked out of the luxury boutique without looking back.
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[ Notice: A substantial $955,000 bonus has been successfully credited to your profile for thoroughly dismantling Cassy's ego. ]
[ Account Balance Status: Hidden. Host's current liquid funds now exponentially exceed standard D-class regulatory limits. ]
[ Security Protocol: A portion of the active capital has been securely migrated to the designated secret wallet partition. ]
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A cold, satisfied smile stretched across Solomon's face as the system's text vanished from his vision.
Clara reached up to gather her hair, shifting its weight to deliberately expose the elegant, pale line of her neck. A bright smile broke across her features. "Nephew, won't you finally tell your favorite auntie how you suddenly stumbled into so much wealth?"
She was burning with genuine curiosity.
While she was ecstatic for her nephew and the family's sudden relief, she couldn't help but hope he might guide her toward a similar financial pipeline.
Solomon slid his hand into his trousers pocket and raised an eyebrow, his gaze cooling. "Would you prefer I return every single item I just bought for you?"
An awkward, nervous smile immediately replaced Clara's playful expression.
"Ahh, come on, it hasn't gotten to that point at all," she laughed quickly, waving her hands in the air to dismiss the tension. "I'll drop it. I'll stop being curious—"
Suddenly, the sharp ringtone of her phone cut her off.
Clara silenced herself and answered the call. As the conversation progressed, the color completely drained from her face, and her shoulders dropped in visible terror.
"What happened?" Solomon demanded, his instinctual alarm instantly flaring.
"Laura... Laura has been struck by a vehicle driven by a B-class resident!" Clara panicked, her hands trembling as she stared at Solomon.
His features darkened into a grim expression the moment the words left her lips. The structural weight of the situation hit him like a physical blow. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Little Laura... his innocent, seven-year-old niece.
"Auntie, what is the name of the facility? Let's move," Solomon commanded.
Before Clara could even review the details from her call, a flashing system alert materialized across Solomon's vision.
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[ Target Location Identified: Jk Medical Hospital, situated exactly two regional districts from your current coordinates. ]
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"Auntie, let's go."
Solomon grabbed Clara's arm, pulling her out toward the curb. They flagged down a passing transit cab, and Solomon tossed a high-denomination note to the driver, completely ignoring the mechanical chime of a cashback return that he didn't care about in the slightest.
Forty minutes later, the cab screeched to a halt outside the hospital entrance.
The emergency lobby was an absolute chaotic mess, with nurses and medical staff rushing frantically between gurneys.
Solomon and Clara aggressively demanded directions from the reception desk before navigating the corridors toward the specific ward where Laura had been deposited.
"Where is Laura? Where is my little niece?" Clara shouted, cornering a nurse who was currently standing beside an attending physician.
The nurse didn't even bother to fully turn her body toward Clara, offering nothing but a cold, detached glance. "Regrettably, ma'am, the pediatric patient has not been cleared for immediate treatment yet. We are currently managing a high-priority VIP patient in the primary wing, and our staff cannot be redirected to the minor ward at this time."
"Damn you all to hell! What is the meaning of this?" Clara screamed, pointing a trembling, bitter finger directly at the nurse's face. How could these monsters execute such a disgusting choice against a little girl? She had been critically impacted by an elite's vehicle, and they were intentionally withholding emergency care to prioritize a VIP? The sheer unfairness of the system made her blood boil.
"Laura arrived here in critical condition! Who got to this facility first, and whose injuries are more life-threatening? Why won't you save my niece?"
The nurse refused to offer a logical explanation, her expression hardening with complete indifference. "Please, ma'am, your shouting is actively obstructing our essential duties. If you continue to cause a scene, your asset can be entirely removed from the holding room. We can arrange to take her away immediately."
Throughout the entire confrontation, Solomon stood perfectly still on the perimeter. His face remained completely expressionless, but his ears captured every single syllable of the exchange. He clenched his fist so tightly his skin threatened to split, his unblinking stare locking onto the doctor and the nurse Clara was arguing with.
This world has always been a broken, unfair meat grinder, Solomon thought, his inner consciousness turning entirely cold. He had personally endured the brutal consequences of this class hierarchy, and he silently vowed never to allow his family to remain at the mercy of it again. He had to climb to the absolute apex of this world's power structure—not just for himself, but to construct an unassailable shield around his family so that no upper-tier elite could ever look down on them or trade their lives like garbage. The upper-class citizens possessed infinite capital to buy immunity, while the lower-class residents had nothing, leaving them completely vulnerable to being trampled into the dirt.
"Stop wasting breath arguing with them. Let's locate Laura," Solomon commanded, his voice slicing through Clara's hysteria.
Clara instantly cut her tirade short, stepping away from the nurse to follow Solomon's lead. They moved down the dilapidated corridor the nurse had dismissively pointed toward. As they progressed deeper into the lower-tier wing, the walls grew cracked and damp, leading to a severely damaged holding room.
They found Laura lying on a rusted gurney, her small body heavily saturated in deep crimson blood. Solomon couldn't even determine the exact source of her hemorrhaging from a casual glance.
For a terrifying second, he believed she had already crossed the threshold of death. But when he rushed to her side and pressed his fingers against her throat, he felt the faint, shallow rhythm of her breath. A heavy wave of relief washed through his chest. He gently took her small hand in his, rubbing her skin to provide warmth, his rigid posture relaxing slightly now that he knew she was still fighting.
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[ Emergency Objective Initialized: Stabilize and save your niece. ]
[ Core Directives: Force the attending medical staff to experience absolute regret for their professional negligence. Spend a massive threshold of capital to execute the correction. ]
[ Time Allotment: 12 minutes and 30 seconds remaining. ]
[ Critical Failure Condition: Laura will suffer permanent biological expiration if the host fails to compel the medical staff to initiate emergency surgery before the countdown reaches zero. ]
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Solomon's jaw tightened. Even if the interface hadn't structured this scenario into a high-stakes mission, he would have torn this entire facility apart to ensure his niece received care. He would have weaponized every resource at his disposal to force a resolution. He had zero intention of letting these corrupt administrators escape consequences. He was going to make them pay a heavy toll for displaying such merciless disregard toward a child simply because her family carried a lower-class designation.
Leaving Clara to weep over Laura's fragile form in the dilapidated room, Solomon turned on his heel and strode back out to confront the doctor and nurses lingering by the main desk.
"Doctors, nurses—my niece requires immediate emergency surgery!"
Solomon's voice cut through the quiet corridor from behind the medical team, the sudden, icy authority in his tone sending an involuntary shiver down their spines. But the moment they turned and recognized his standard D-class attire, their expressions shifted back to looks of profound disgust.
"Young man, what are you still doing roaming this wing? We already instructed your family to vacate the premises if you cannot clear the intake deposit. You can't even afford the baseline processing fees," the doctor said, waving a hand dismissively as if shooing a persistent insect. "Don't come around here making noise like a dirty mouse scratching in the sewage."
Solomon remained dead silent under the doctor's insults, ignoring the soft, mocking giggles of the surrounding nurses.
"Is this the standard protocol you apply to every casualty that enters this building?" Solomon asked, his voice deceptively low. "How many lower-class lives have been snuffed out in these dark corridors simply because you refused to administer basic trauma care?"
As he spoke, his thumb deliberately hovered over the interface of his mobile device.
The doctor's brow furrowed, his annoyance flaring at Solomon's unyielding posture. "What exactly are you trying to imply, brat?" He gritted his teeth, thrusting an aggressive finger toward Solomon's chest.
"How many D-class, E-class, and C-class families have you completely ruined by withholding treatment?" Solomon pressed, his eyes locking onto the man's face. "Why do you deliberately choose to let them die?"
A thin bead of nervous sweat began to form along the doctor's hairline.
Solomon felt the hot surge of adrenaline rushing straight to his temples. The air in the corridor grew incredibly thick, and the system's relentless countdown timer continued to tick away in his peripheral vision. Five critical minutes had already been completely wasted on bureaucracy, but he had already calculated a viable vector. He just needed to execute the leverage before his time expired.
"Why should our staff expend premium medical supplies on garbage who can't even clear their initial hospital bills?" the doctor sneered, completely losing his temper under Solomon's intense scrutiny. "Death is honestly the most suitable outcome for people of that caliber. We are professionals working for high-tier capital, and whoever provides the highest premium receives our immediate priority. That is the law of the districts."
Solomon's eyes narrowed into thin slits, and a terrifying, cold smile slowly spread across his face. "Done," he murmured softly, lifting his phone from his pocket. "How do you think the regional oversight boards will react when this footage goes public? What will the lower-class labor unions do to this facility, to these nurses, and to your license once they hear the explicit audio of what you just uttered?"
He tapped a single command on his screen, and a perfect, high-fidelity audio playback echoed through the corridor—repeating the doctor's exact, damning words with absolute clarity.
This absolute brat...The doctor cursed internally, panic instantly replacing his arrogance. He lunged forward, his hand clawing for the device. "Hand that digital file over to me right now!"
"No," Solomon grinned, his expression resembling a calculating devil. "I have zero intention of wasting my time negotiating terms with a corpse. I will grant you exactly 0.99 seconds to mobilize your surgical team, enter that room, and transfer my niece to an operating table."
The demand sounded physically impossible.
The doctor didn't waste a single millisecond trying to verify the logistics. He took one look at the absolute, dead seriousness written across Solomon's features and immediately bolted down the hallway toward Laura's holding room. The nurses, instantly recognizing the immense legal and professional ruin staring them down, panicked and followed right on his heels.
Their movements became incredibly rapid.
Within seconds, the entire team emerged from the room with Laura's gurney, wheeling her at a frantic sprint toward the elite VIP surgical suite to initiate emergency procedures.
Exactly six seconds remained on the internal mission countdown.
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[ Mission Countdown Terminating: 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ]
[ Sequence Concluded. ]
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Before the timer could touch the final two seconds, the automated sensors of the VIP suite logged that the doctor had already applied the monitoring instruments to Laura's body and initialized the anesthesia line.
As the digital interface flashed its completion notice, a heavy drop of sweat rolled down Solomon's forehead.
He couldn't help but question why this demonic entity of a system had chosen to bind with him in the first place—constantly engineering these high-stakes scenarios that leveraged the survival of his loved ones against immediate compliance.
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[ Clarification: The interface merely executes its core programming without emotional bias. Your father—apologies, I mean my original creator—specifically engineered my operational parameters to function in this exact manner. ]
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The system's tone had shifted entirely, sounding like a playful, casual teenage boy.
Solomon merely narrowed his eyes; he would be an absolute fool to place a single shred of authentic trust in whatever narrative the interface chose to spin. He quietly took a seat on the plastic bench outside the surgical theatre, preparing for the long wait. A few moments later, Clara walked out of the intake room and slumped down on the seat beside him.
"Thank God, Solomon... they actually mobilized the elite team for her," she whispered, her voice cracking with exhaustion. She had absolutely no inkling of the psychological lever Solomon had used to terrorize the medical staff into compliance.
"Yes," Solomon offered a short, clipped response, his unblinking focus remaining entirely anchored to the frosted glass of the operating doors.
Nearly an hour passed before the pneumatic seal of the surgical doors finally hissed open, and the medical team stepped out into the corridor. Solomon rose to his feet with smooth, deliberate motion as the lead physician approached him, his face pale and drained of all his former arrogance.
"The pediatric asset has been completely stabilized and repaired," the doctor muttered, keeping his eyes lowered. "Now... delete the audio file from your device as agreed."
"It was a pleasure doing business with you," Solomon ignored the man's demands entirely, his lips curving into a sharp, mocking grin. He extended his phone.
"Provide me with your personal routing numbers immediately."
The surrounding nurses looked at Solomon as if he had completely lost his sanity.
However, hoping for some sort of financial settlement, one clerk hesitantly typed her account registry into his interface, followed quickly by the second nurse. The doctor, sensing a shift in the wind, rapidly input his corporate routing data as well.
Solomon executed a series of swift taps across his screen. Almost instantly, a succession of sharp electronic chimes echoed from the pockets of the medical team's coats.
"A $6,000 direct alert..." the first nurse whispered, her eyes widening.
"I received the exact same credit notification," the second assistant echoed, her voice trembling.
"A hundred thousand credits..." the doctor gasped aloud, blinking rapidly as he stared at the screen of his terminal to verify the staggering number of zeroes. He lifted his head to look at Solomon, his mouth opening and closing with absolutely nothing left to say. "Young man... who under the sun are you?"
"I am merely a standard, D-class resident," Solomon stated flatly.
He turned his back on them and walked directly into the recovery room to check on Laura, his parting words fading down the corridor.
"That man... are you honestly certain he originates from a D-class sector?" one nurse whispered, her voice filled with sudden dread.
"God only knows," the doctor breathed, wiping the cold sweat from his neck. "Perhaps he belongs to one of the sovereign upper-tier dynasties, playing some twisted game of anonymity in the lower sectors... and we mistakenly treated him like common garbage."
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[ Emergency Objective Concluded! ]
[ Financial Reward: $200,000 Cashback currency successfully deposited into your primary registry. ]
[ Operational Status: ▣▢▢▢▢▢ 100% Phase Completion. ]
[ Tier Advancement: Basic System Levels have been unlocked. Host has now been granted permission to monitor the active System Upgrade Bar. ]
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[ Hidden Achievement Unlocked: 'The system's notification chime rang out with an entirely unique frequency. This wasn't a standard localized mission update, nor was it a cashback distribution. It was an unprompted, global data broadcast.
The system's notification chime rang out with an entirely unique frequency. This wasn't a standard localized mission update, nor was it a cashback distribution. It was an unprompted, global data broadcast.
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