A faint glow filtered through the cracked blinds of Logan's tiny bedroom. The old alarm clock on the makeshift nightstand buzzed faintly—5:57 AM. But Logan was already awake.
His eyes opened slowly, not from habit or obligation, but from something unfamiliar. A spark. A whisper of excitement.
For a brief moment, he stared at the stained ceiling above him, listening to the distant sound of morning traffic and a barking dog somewhere down the street. And then it hit him.
He sat up fast, almost too fast.
His body didn't feel the same. His limbs moved with a smoothness and strength that felt alien—effortless. But it was his face that he remembered most.
Logan turned to the dusty mirror propped against the wall. What he saw still caught him off guard, even after last night.
Gone was the tired, worn-out young man with dull eyes and lifeless hair. Now, he saw someone else entirely.
Sharp cheekbones, a sculpted jawline, and skin that looked like it belonged in a luxury skincare ad. His lips had a natural fullness, and his silver-grey eyes almost seemed to glow in the morning light. His hair, once an unruly mop, now fell in perfect waves around his forehead. There was a soft, effortless charm in his expression—even when he wasn't trying.
He was beautiful.
Not just good-looking—breathtaking.
> "Extreme Beauty Pill successfully consumed," the system had said last night. "You are now considered the most attractive man on the planet by all standard biological metrics."
Logan still wasn't sure how to wrap his head around it, but the mirror didn't lie. The world wouldn't treat him the same anymore. He knew it.
A slow grin spread across his face. "Alright then," he whispered to himself, stretching.
Today… today was going to be different.
---
Logan stood, walking over to the window and pushing the blinds aside. The city was slowly coming to life—the streets outside his run-down apartment complex were starting to stir. Cars passed, joggers stretched on the sidewalks, and store signs flickered on.
He felt a strange kind of energy humming in his chest. It wasn't caffeine. It wasn't stress.
It was freedom.
He glanced at his phone lying face down on the bedside table. Three contacts stared back at him in the recent call list. The three jobs that had kept him barely afloat—one dishwashing gig, a stock boy position at a dusty dollar store, and the pizza chain where he delivered orders past midnight.
All three were draining. None of them paid enough to matter.
Now? He didn't need them.
Logan picked up the phone and tapped the first number.
"Yeah? Logan?" the gruff voice of the pizza shop manager answered.
"I quit," Logan said calmly.
A pause.
"…What?"
"I'm done. Thanks for everything."
Before the manager could argue, Logan ended the call.
Next, the dollar store.
"Logan! I was just about to call you. Are you coming in for the morning shift?"
"No," Logan said, tone neutral. "I'm quitting."
The manager stammered. "Wait, what? Did something happen—?"
Click.
Finally, the dishwashing job.
A tired voice answered. "If you're late again, don't even bother coming in."
"Good," Logan replied. "Because I'm not."
"…Excuse me?"
"I'm quitting."
He ended the call with a satisfying tap.
Logan placed the phone down and breathed out deeply.
Three ties cut in under five minutes.
---
He changed quickly, grabbing the cleanest clothes he had—still a bit old, but decent. Plain white T-shirt, faded jeans, and worn-out sneakers. He couldn't afford a full wardrobe yet, but his new face made even cheap clothes look stylish.
As he stepped outside, the morning air greeted him with a cool breeze. The streets weren't crowded yet, just a few early risers—delivery drivers, joggers, and folks heading to their shifts.
And the moment Logan walked down the sidewalk, heads began to turn.
A woman walking her dog froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she looked at him. She smiled shyly, then looked away quickly, cheeks flushed.
A pair of joggers passed by, whispering between themselves and stealing glances over their shoulders.
Even the barista in the coffee shop across the street leaned against the counter, blinking in disbelief as Logan walked past.
He didn't say a word. He just walked, slow and steady, pretending not to notice—but inside, his heart was racing. This was exactly what he wanted.
To see how the world would react.
And they did react.
Not with mockery. Not with dismissal.
But with awe.
He felt their stares, their curiosity, their confusion. Logan Cross—the invisible guy, the background blur in everyone else's story—had become the main character.
---
He made his way to the city park, a place he often walked past but never had time to enjoy. The morning sun bathed the grass in gold, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze.
Logan sat on a bench, leaning back as he stared at the skyline in the distance.
For the first time in years, he wasn't rushing to clock in. He wasn't checking the time in a panic. He wasn't wondering how to scrape together bus fare.
He was free.
And more than that—he was noticed.
He pulled up the system interface in his mind.
....
Supreme Lust and Love System Activated]
Name: Logan Cross
Age: 21
Harem Members: 0
Currency System Points: 1000
Mystery Boxes: 0
Unlocked Tittle : Non
Skills:
> [ Aphrodisiac Aura (Active)]
Emit a subtle aura that makes opposite sex feel horny and attracted towards the host.
> [Pleasure touch (Active)]
When you touch the opposite sex she will feel intense pleasure.
>[Seductive Gaze (Active)]
Allows the user to lock eyes with the target and increase their arousal level
>[Charm Aura (Active)]
Increase the host's baseline attractiveness to the target
>[Partner Archive (Active)]
Keeps track of all romantic partners, their preferences, current mood, and affection level.
>[Sensory Amplification(Active)]
Heightens the user's and/or partner's physical sensations for a limited time.
>[Favor Request(Active)]
Allows the user to influence a bonded partner to agree to favors or requests
>[Affection Meter(Active)]
Displays the lust level of nearby targets.
>[Endurance Boost(Active)]
Greatly increases stamina and reduces fatigue during physical or intimate activity.
.....
"I saw something about Currency System Points last night. What are they for? Can I use them for something?" Logan asked, still unsure if he was going crazy.
>[Currency System Points, also known as CSP, are used to open Mystery Boxes. Each Mystery Box costs 500 CSP.]
"That's it?" Logan blinked. "Just… boxes? No shop? No store where I can buy things directly?"
>[Affirmative. This system does not include a conventional store. However, Mystery Boxes can contain an extremely wide variety of rewards—skills, cash, real estate assets, vehicles, rare items, and occasionally, special companions or assistants.]
Logan leaned back on the bench, eyes fixed on the sky. "So it's all based on chance…"
>[Correct]
"System," he said quietly, pausing near a small fountain where a few birds were pecking at the water. "I have 1000 points , right?"
>[Affirmative. Would you like to use them to open a Mystery Box?]
"Yes," he said without hesitation. "Let's do it."
A chime echoed gently in his head.
> [Opening Mystery Box…]
A brief pause. Logan felt a strange pressure in the air around him—like the world was holding its breath.
Then—
> [Congratulations! You have obtained: $10,000,000 USD]
[The amount will be securely transferred into a clean, legal personal bank account registered under your name. Access credentials will be provided now.]
"…What?" Logan froze in place.
Ten. Million. Dollars?
He blinked as a glowing panel appeared in his mind's eye, displaying a clean bank interface. Sure enough, there it was—his name at the top, and a big, bold number:
$10,000,000.00
His knees nearly buckled.
"Is this… real?" he whispered.
[The funds are fully legal, tax-cleaned, and integrated into the current financial system. You are now in full control of the account. Spend wisely.]
Logan didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or fall to his knees and scream.
For a moment, the world felt like it had stopped spinning. Everything he had ever worried about—rent, food, bills, insults from bosses, sleepless nights, and aching bones—was just… gone.
Wiped away.
He was a multi-millionaire.
Tears welled in his eyes, unbidden. Not from sadness—but from the sheer emotional weight of what was happening. Years of quiet suffering, crushed under the burden of survival, now lifting from his shoulders.
He slowly sat back down on the bench, staring at the account screen in awe.
Ten million dollars. The kind of money that could change everything. Buy a house. Invest. Travel. Live. Dream.
Got it, bro! Here's the next part of the chapter, where Logan opens his second Mystery Box and wins a Lamborghini. The scene will continue with wonder, disbelief, and a little awe as he starts to grasp just how insane this system really is.
Logan's heart was still racing from the first box.
Ten. Million. Dollars.
It was so unreal that he kept checking the system window again and again, just to make sure the zeroes hadn't vanished into thin air.
But they hadn't.
And now, standing beneath the shade of a large oak tree in the park, Logan whispered, "System… open another Mystery Box."
> [Confirming: Spend 500 Currency system points to open Mystery Box?]
[Warning: You will have 0 points remaining.]
"Yes. Do it," Logan said without hesitation.
> [Opening Mystery Box…]
This time, the hum in the air felt louder. Stronger. The breeze around him shifted. The digital glow pulsed in his mind's eye.
> [Congratulations! You have received: One Lamborghini Revuelto – Midnight Black Edition]
Logan's jaw dropped.
> [Vehicle will be delivered to your location in 15 minutes. Title and ownership are already legally assigned under your name. Insurance and registration: Handled.]
He blinked in disbelief. "Wait, wait, wait… what?"
A Lamborghini? A real one?
Not just any Lambo—but the Revuelto? That was one of the most powerful hypercars in the world! He'd seen it in YouTube videos—sleek, sharp, a roaring beast made of carbon fiber and pure status.
A deep excitement welled up in his chest.
This was it. This was really happening.
His old self—the overworked stock boy and dish scrubber—was long gone.
Now he was a multi-millionaire… and about to be the owner of a car that turned heads before it even pulled into view.
Fifteen minutes.
Logan sat on the park bench, tapping his fingers on his knee, eyes wide open, heart pounding.
When the car arrived, everyone would see it.
And then they'd see him.