Opening the system interface, a radiant glow pulsed in the center—"Future Stock News" gleaming like a treasure waiting to be claimed.
With a single thought, he chose to claim it and immediately opened the description.
The screen flickered briefly before a new window slid into view, sleek and shimmering with digital clarity.
[Future Stock News]
[Description: Displays the trends of a specific high-potential stock, available for a limited duration of 10 days. When executed precisely according to system instructions, ensures up to 1000% profit.]
He froze.
Then blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then slowly leaned forward and read it again—just to be sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"Up to… a thousand percent?" he whispered.
His heart pounded. His breath caught in his throat.
Not in some vague, hopeful way either. The system wasn't suggesting or estimating. It guaranteed it—if executed properly.
He stared blankly at the screen, the buzz of the café around him fading into nothing.
