The next morning, Liam woke with a jolt, the memory of the previous night still vivid. The holographic interface glowed softly beside his bed, a constant reminder of his new reality. He felt a surge of energy, a desire to fully embrace his newfound power.
"System," he said, his voice clear and decisive. "Show me the most expensive villa currently available in this country."
The interface flickered, displaying a holographic image of a sprawling mansion, perched on a hilltop overlooking the city. It was a masterpiece of modern architecture, with infinity pools, panoramic views, and a private helipad.
"Purchase it," Liam commanded, his voice filled with a newfound confidence.
"Purchase confirmed. Funds transferred. Property ownership registered."
Liam grinned. He was no longer confined to his cramped apartment. He was a homeowner, a resident of the city's elite.
He decided to start his day with a shopping spree, a way to shed his old life and embrace the new. He hailed a taxi, directing the driver to the most exclusive car dealership in the city, a place he'd only ever seen in magazines.
He stepped out of the taxi, his worn-out jacket and faded jeans a stark contrast to the sleek, polished showroom. The salesmen, clad in tailored suits, eyed him with a mixture of disdain and amusement.
"Can I help you, sir?" one of them asked, his voice dripping with condescension.
"I'd like to purchase ten vehicles," Liam said, his voice calm and steady. "The latest models from your top brands."
The salesmen exchanged incredulous glances. "Ten?" one of them repeated, his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, ten. And I'd like them delivered to my new residence," Liam said, showing them the address of the villa.
The salesmen chuckled. "And where exactly is that?"
Liam showed him the digital address. The salesman's face changed drastically. He looked at Liam's clothes, then back to the address, and then back to Liam.
"Sir... are you sure?"
"Yes, quite sure. And I'll be paying in cash," Liam said, showing the system interface with the amount.
The salesmen's jaws dropped. They scrambled to attend to him, their demeanor shifting from condescending to obsequious. Liam selected ten vehicles: sleek sports cars, luxurious SUVs, and even a custom-built limousine. He paid in cash, the stacks of bills a tangible representation of his newfound wealth.
Next, he headed to a high-end clothing store, a boutique filled with designer labels and exorbitant price tags. He entered, his presence causing a ripple of unease among the impeccably dressed clientele.
"Can I help you, sir?" a snooty saleswoman asked, her voice laced with skepticism.
"I'd like to purchase a new wardrobe," Liam said, his eyes scanning the racks. "Everything. The best you have."
The saleswoman scoffed. "Everything? That's quite a… request."
"And I'd like it tailored and delivered to my villa by this evening," Liam added, showing her the interface.
Her eyes widened as she saw the number. She quickly changed her tone. "Of course, sir. Right away, sir."
He proceeded to buy suits, casual wear, shoes, watches, and accessories, sparing no expense. He felt a sense of liberation, a shedding of his old identity. Every purchase was a statement, a reclamation of the city that had once rejected him.
At a jewelry store, the scene repeated. The initially dismissive staff were stunned when Liam purchased a collection of diamond-encrusted watches and necklaces. He paid in cash, the stacks of bills creating a palpable tension in the air.
By the end of the day, Liam was exhausted but exhilarated. He returned to his new villa, the ten new cars parked in the driveway, the designer clothes neatly arranged in his walk-in closet, and the jewelry sparkling in his safe. He stood on his balcony, overlooking the city lights, a sense of triumph washing over him. He had reclaimed his place, not as a victim, but as a victor.