Capítulo 2: Troublesome Customer
The rest of the night passed by in a blur, leaving Kyle to stew over his unsettling encounter with the woman in the shop. Los Angeles wasn't known for its polite residents, but this woman had taken rudeness to another level. Not only had she stormed in dripping wet and muddied from head to toe, leaving a mess in her wake, but she had also been completely unapologetic about it. She was the epitome of audaciousness, and Kyle couldn't help but wonder how some people could lack such basic kindness.
Though her antics annoyed him, Kyle reminded himself that he didn't have the time or energy to dwell on it. It wasn't unusual to encounter entitled individuals in a city like this, but she stood out because of the strange arrogance in her demeanor. After she stormed out, taking a phone call and practically ignoring his prohibition on smoking indoors, Kyle had the sneaking suspicion that she would have done whatever she wanted regardless of what anyone said.
In hindsight, Kyle realized how easily that interaction could have gone sideways. If she were someone of prominence—an actress, a model, or worse, a celebrity—things could have spiraled completely out of control. The shop owner likely would've sided with her, even if Kyle was in the right. That was the unspoken rule of Los Angeles: fame over fairness. For now, though, Kyle decided to put the incident out of his mind. He had bigger issues to deal with than an entitled stranger.
Back in his small, dingy apartment, Kyle surveyed his surroundings. The space was bare, save for a single chair, a rickety table, and an old TV that clung to the wall like a relic of better days. It wasn't much, but Kyle had learned to survive with the bare minimum. He wasn't expecting guests—nor did he want any—so what did it matter?
The rumbling of his stomach jolted him out of his thoughts, a painful reminder that he hadn't had dinner. Kyle had planned to pick up leftovers from the restaurant where he sometimes managed to get discounted meals, claiming it was for his non-existent dog. It was a harmless fib, and the staff never questioned him. However, tonight he had forgotten, and now he had to face the reality of an empty fridge.
Pulling open the creaky refrigerator door, Kyle's suspicions were confirmed. There was nothing edible inside—just an old carton of milk he wasn't brave enough to inspect and some forgotten leftovers that had turned into a science experiment. For a fleeting moment, Kyle considered taking the risk. "You only live once," he thought to himself, but the idea quickly lost its appeal.
His shoulders slumped as he closed the fridge door with a sigh. "Guess there's no dinner tonight," he muttered, shuffling toward his bed. Sleep, at least, was free. He could escape his hunger and his growing list of problems for a few hours.
But before he could drift off, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Kyle didn't need to check to know who it was. The landlord, Mr. Jones, was persistent, and sure enough, the message was another warning. If Kyle didn't pay rent by the end of the week, he would be evicted. It wasn't the first time Mr. Jones had sent such a text, but Kyle couldn't be angry with him. The man had been more than patient, even forgiving a few months' worth of late payments. However, patience had its limits, and Kyle knew his time was running out.
Despite the weight of his predicament, sleep came eventually. When morning arrived, Kyle rose with a groan, his body aching from another night on the lumpy mattress. He didn't want to go to work, but he couldn't afford to lose his job. Each day felt like another piece of his soul was chipped away, but he had no choice. He needed every shift he could get.
The walk to work was uneventful, the streets of Los Angeles bustling with life as they always were. This time, Kyle remembered to bring an umbrella, wary of the unpredictable weather. At the store, he was greeted by one of his younger coworkers, a college student named Nate.
"You're early today," Nate said with a cheerful grin. He was everything Kyle wasn't—attractive, confident, and good with words. With his wavy blonde hair and striking blue eyes, Nate was a magnet for customers, particularly women. Kyle often wondered why someone like Nate chose to work here, but he never asked. Their interactions were polite but shallow, and Kyle didn't envy the younger man's popularity.
The morning passed slowly, with Nate leaving his shift at noon, leaving Kyle to man the store alone for the rest of the day. Business was slow, as usual, and Kyle found himself watching the clock, counting down the minutes until closing time.
But his monotonous day took a sharp turn when the door swung open, and in walked the last person Kyle wanted to see—the rude woman from the night before. She wasn't alone this time. A towering man accompanied her, his presence imposing and unmistakably deliberate. Kyle tensed up, his instincts screaming that this wasn't a coincidence.
The woman stormed to the counter, her voice echoing through the empty store. "I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER!" she screamed, her tone sharp and accusatory.
Kyle stepped back, startled by her sudden outburst. The man with her, who Kyle now noticed was wearing a badge, stood silently but made his presence known with a stern expression.
Before Kyle could respond, his boss, Mr. Ryder, emerged from his office. The excitement on Ryder's face was palpable as he recognized the woman. "Calista Wave!?" he exclaimed, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief.
Kyle frowned, finally placing her name. Calista Wave was a small-town actress who had gained minor fame from a controversial nude scene in a low-budget film. It wasn't exactly a stellar résumé, but apparently, it was enough for Ryder to grovel.
Calista rolled her eyes at the attention but wasted no time getting to the point. "Your boy here ruined my bag, and I demand a full refund!" she barked, holding up a designer purse with a broken strap.
Kyle's stomach sank. The bag was a Louis Vuitton, the kind of luxury item he could never afford, and he immediately knew he was being set up. "That's not the same bag," he thought, but he bit his tongue, knowing any protest would be useless.
Ryder, predictably, sided with her. "I'm so sorry! I'll make sure he pays you every penny this bag's worth!" he stammered, his face pale with worry.
Kyle clenched his fists, anger bubbling inside him. This wasn't just unfair—it was a blatant scam. But before he could speak, the man with Calista stepped forward, holding up a device that played a video of the alleged incident.
Kyle stared at the screen in disbelief. The footage showed him aggressively ripping the bag strap, an event that had never happened. He didn't understand how such a video could exist until it dawned on him—it was fake, generated with advanced AI.
For a moment, Kyle was speechless. "That's fine," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "How much would it cost to sew the strap back on?"
The officer's expression hardened. "Miss Wave isn't interested in pressing charges as long as you replace the bag," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Kyle chuckled bitterly. "Sure, let me just pull $6,000 out of my nonexistent savings," he muttered sarcastically.
By the end of the ordeal, Kyle had emptied his bank account to pay her, leaving him broke and jobless, as Ryder promptly fired him. That night, standing on the edge of a bridge, Kyle stared into the abyss, contemplating his next move—or lack thereof.
And then, something extraordinary happened.
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Capítulo 3: Cashback System Activated!
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[Ding!]
[Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!]
[System Binding In Progress...!]
[System Successfully Linked!]
[Spent $1,000. 10X Critical Hit. Earned $10,000! The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX!]
[Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady!]
You have received 1 lottery ticket!
[Do you want to draw?]
[YES] [NO]
Kyle was a man who never had any luck in life, and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint that turned out to be a lie. However, because the customer was an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle.
Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they?
This was his last step, and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself into. He thought his mind had finally broken as a Cyan Screen popped up when he clicked the [YES] button.
[Congratulations! You have drawn Charm!]
[Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!
"Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles…!" Kyle muttered to himself as he readied himself for the impact below. But his phone soon rang out with a notification.
To his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account, and his jaw dropped.
"THIS IS FOR REAL!!!" Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly sending him tumbling over the edge. He immediately moved away from the brink.
"Fuck that! I want to live!" Kyle barked as he stared at his phone for a full minute.
He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing; this was a lot more than what was in his account previously.
"Holy fucking shit!" Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs and quickly recalled that he was out in public and needed to compose himself.
There was one thing he took note of: the requirement for such a thing to happen in the first place was spending money on beautiful women. That was way too easy. But Kyle noticed it was already the middle of the night and crime was high in this area.
Kyle didn't waste time and headed back home in a heartbea
t. His room was a mess, but this was the least of his problems. He jumped on his bed and instantly scrolled through his phone to see which girls he had saved there. But reality dawned on him.
"Damn… I really do get no girls…" Kyle muttered to himself. But there was no use feeling sorry for himself.
He had to take care of business first: paying his rent or he would be homeless in no time. After that, what he needed to do next was find the next beautiful girl to spend money on the following day.
Kyle had from almost ending his life to having renewed hope for a potential future. The night came to an end, and Kyle was unemployed, but who needed a job when life had given him a second lease?
Without hesitation, he transferred $6,000 to his landlord because he had backed-up rent; why not clear everything at once for a clean slate? It wasn't even up to a minute after sending the money when someone began banging on his door.
"KYLE! KYLE!" The voice called out; this was undoubtedly the voice of his landlord.
Kyle hurried to the door to see what prompted such a reaction. The moment he opened it, Mr. Jones stood there, out of breath.
"Have you sold your soul to the devil!?" Mr. Jones questioned, shaking Kyle as if trying to check if he were still there because there was no way he could cough up that amount from thin air.
"Hahaha! I did sell my soul to the devil but there is a catch…" Kyle said, pausing dramatically.
"Anyone that touches the money will forfeit their soul as well…" Kyle said, expecting Mr. Jones to panic.
Mr. Jones just stared at Kyle before letting out a faint chuckle and turning around.
"See you in hell then, buddy," Mr. Jones said before leaving the house.
He knew this was an obvious joke, but it only showed the relationship between both men as Mr. Jones had a family to feed.
Kyle didn't know what to do for the rest of the day since he was now unemployed, but he could recall the name of the lady who had wronged him: "Calista…" He muttered under his breath, realizing he might have the power to tame her in one way or another.
He quickly flipped through the internet searching for her but found nothing; she must have been anything but famous hence why she resorted to such a trick in the first place.
Kyle sighed but just as he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a page with a lady who looked exactly like her with a bio clearly pointing out that she was an actress/model in need of a gig.
Kyle smiled to himself; there had to be a way he could use this to his advantage, but first he needed to get his money up.
He put on the nicest clothes he had—though there was nothing fancy about them since they came from a thrift store—and noticed there was no money coming back after paying for rent. This system only registered when he spent money on women or at least that's what he gathered from it.
Kyle stepped out with newfound confidence; there was now a spring in his step as he had something to look forward to. This was California—Los Angeles—crawling with some of the most beautiful women in the world. Maybe, just maybe he'd bag himself an A-list celebrity; one thing was certain: he could only go up from here.
Kyle knew he had to be careful with the money in his possession because the condition for multiplying it required spending it on beautiful women. He looked around desperately trying to find someone pretty but found that everyone seemed too busy rushing somewhere else.
He realized his best bet would be visiting a store and offering to pay for any pretty lady's goods—but not too expensive; how embarrassing would it be if he offered only to find out he couldn't afford it?
Looking over his shoulder, Kyle spotted an Apple store around the corner; what better place than there to blow some cash on Apple devices?
The moment Kyle stepped into the store, fresh air hit him—a reminder that Earth wasn't made up of heat alone. A lady slowly approached him with a wild smile on her face; Kyle recognized that smile anywhere—it was what marketers wore right before advertising a product.
"Welcome sir, how may I help you?" A lady with blue eyes said.
Kyle found her mildly attractive; she wore glasses and had somewhat of a slender build.
"I would like to buy a phone and pay for it in full…" Kyle pointed out. This surprised her since most people paid in installments; it made her suspicious.
"What is up with this guy?" she thought silently while observing him. This lady was in her early twenties—exactly 20 years old—but this information didn't matter much to Kyle at that moment; all that mattered now was getting his money up as his eyes scanned around for anyone worthy of spending on.
However, all he saw were employees wearing artificial smiles in an almost empty store.
Kyle sighed as he looked at her name tag: "You're Jane… So Jane, how would you like an iPhone?"
Kyle asked right away prompting Jane's brow to raise suspiciously.
"Um… Sir, are you sure about that?" Jane asked hesitantly; she had an old Apple device that needed replacing but it wasn't her top priority at all.
"I am absolutely certain! Let's get you an iPhone 15 Pro Max and a Mac Pro with some phone insurance thrown in just for fun," Kyle said cheerfully.
"Are you one of those YouTubers?" Jane questioned while looking around frantically for any hidden cameras; however her eyes found none focused on him as she watched him pay for everything without hesitation.
Jane stood speechless but wasn't going turn down such an act of kindness regardless of how bizarre it seemed.
[Ding!]
[Spent $5,000. 10X Critical Hit. Earned $50,000! The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX!]
[Spent at least $5,000 on a beautiful lady!]
[Congratulations! System upgrade requirement met!]
[New system function unlocked!]
[Congratulations! You have unlocked the Harem function!]
[You have received 3 lottery tickets!]
[You have received 1 extreme lottery ticket!]
[Do you want to draw?]
[YES] [NO]
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