CHAPTER 33: NEW SYSTEM FUNCTION UNLOCKED

The next morning, Liam woke up with his usual bright smile. The sunlight was just starting to seep through the thin gap in the curtains, washing the room in a faint golden glow.

He stretched lazily before sitting up against the headboard, his eyes still a little heavy from sleep.

"System, sign-in," he said casually, rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t hold in his excitement to see the system level up and unlock a new function.

The familiar blue panel materialized before his eyes.

[Congratulations, Host. You received 0.02% shares of JP Morgan.]

[You received a luxury super yacht: Mia]

[You received a helicopter: Sikorsky S-92 Executive]

[The documents on the yacht and aircraft are in the inventory. The yacht and the aircraft have been staffed. Their salaries is host’s responsibility. The yacht is parked at Marina del Rey and the aircraft is parked atop it.]

[Host has met the system’s level up requirement]

[Level up!]

[New function unlocked!]

[System Store function has been unlocked. Host can now purchase items with system points.]

[Host can earn system points daily when he accumulates daily sign-in. Money can also be exchanged for system points; $10,000 for 1 SP.]

[Note: To reward host for unlocking the system store, host will be given 1000 SP to purchase any item of his choice.]

***

"Wait... what?!" Liam blurted, blinking at the floating text.

He leaned forward, staring at the rewards again as if they might change if he looked closely enough. The yacht alone would have been enough to leave him stunned, but the helicopter? The second JP Morgan share reward? And the System Store unlocking on top of all that?

It was kind of too much to process in one go.

"Okay... breathe," he muttered, taking a deep inhale and slowly exhaling. "One thing at a time."

First on the list: the 0.02% JP Morgan shares. He grinned almost immediately. That brought his total to 0.04%—worth roughly $320 million based on the company’s current market cap. Not bad for what was essentially free.

Then came the yacht. He pulled the documents from the inventory and his jaw dropped as he scanned them.

Mia wasn’t just a yacht—it was one of the largest and most luxurious ever built. Over 400 feet long, with multiple decks, a private cinema, two swimming pools, a spa, a small helipad, and enough cabins for more than a dozen guests and their personal staff. Price tag? Over $300 million.

He skimmed through the specs and laughed softly. "This is basically a floating palace..."

Next was the Sikorsky S-92 Executive. A quick glance at the photos told him everything. The plush leather seating, the polished wood trim, the gold-accented fixtures—it looked exactly like the type of helicopter billionaires used in movies. The paperwork confirmed its value at over $20 million.

Liam leaned back, letting the enormity of everything so far sink in. Less than two weeks ago, he had been sitting on a bank balance that barely scraped $20. Now? His net worth had exploded past $700 million, and he was now juggling assets he never thought he’d own in his lifetime.

He set the documents aside and muttered, "The system wasn’t kidding when it said it would make me the wealthiest in the world..."

Before he could get lost in his thoughts, his phone started ringing. The caller ID showed an unknown number.

"Probably related to the yacht or the chopper," he guessed, swiping to answer. "Hello?"

"Good morning, Mr. Liam," a polite male voice said. "This is Captain Rodrick, head sailor of the Mia. I wanted to personally introduce myself and brief you on the yacht’s readiness."

"Go ahead," Liam replied, leaning back against the pillows.

Captain Rodrick gave a precise breakdown—the yacht’s current condition, its mooring at Marina del Rey, the size of the crew, their roles, and the onboard amenities.

Everything was fully operational and stocked for basic use, but he recommended restocking provisions for any extended trip.

"Good," Liam said. "I’ll wire you some money. Use it to get anything you need and fully stock the galley. I’ll be taking Mia out soon."

"Understood, sir. I’ll ensure everything is ready. Thank you."

The call ended, but before Liam could even set his phone down, it started ringing again—another unknown number.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Mr. Liam, this is Captain Harris, senior flight captain for your Sikorsky S-92," the man said. "Just checking if you have any immediate flight requests or instructions."

"Not for now," Liam said. "But I’ll reach out when I need you."

"Of course, sir. I’m at your disposal anytime."

When the call ended, Liam let out a long breath and smiled faintly. In the span of ten minutes, he had spoken to the heads of his own yacht and helicopter. That still felt surreal.

He had been planning to check out the new System Store function right away, but a chime from his phone interrupted his thoughts. It was a text from Daniel Conley.

Daniel: "On my way with the staff team for onboarding. We will be arriving in 45 minutes."

Liam sighed and decided to push the System Store for later. Today was already shaping up to be a busy one.

He swung his legs out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "Might as well get ready for a long day."

***

Forty minutes later, Liam stepped out of the shower, steam curling around him. He dried off quickly, dressed in dark chinos and a fitted navy polo, and made his way downstairs.

The mansion was quiet—too quiet. But in just under an hour, it would no longer be.

He poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he thought about how rapidly his life was changing.

Yesterday, staffing the mansion had been a looming problem. Today, it was already being handled by a private banking team. Yesterday, he didn’t own a yacht or helicopter. Today, he did—and both came staffed.

Money really did make the world move at a different speed.

The sharp tone of the gate intercom pulled him from his thoughts. He tapped the small touchscreen on the wall, and the camera feed showed Daniel standing beside a black SUV, three women in uniform behind him, and a second SUV behind the first—likely the security team.

"Morning, Mr. Liam," Daniel’s voice came through.

"Morning," Liam replied, pressing the gate control. The massive iron gates swung open smoothly.

Within minutes, the two SUVs rolled to a stop in the driveway. The security team stepped out first—five men, dressed in discreet black tactical suits, each moving with the calmness of professionals who’d been in high-risk environments before.

Then came the maids—three women in matching tailored maid uniforms, each carrying small luggage. They looked polished, professional, and composed.

Finally, Daniel stepped forward, smiling. "Everything we discussed is ready for your review."

They walked inside, and Daniel began making introductions.

The maids each gave a short bow and introduced themselves: Evelyn, the head maid; Clara, specializing in kitchen assistance; and Mira, a housekeeper with a background in luxury estate management.

The security lead, Mason, stepped forward and gave a concise breakdown of their capabilities—close protection, surveillance, and perimeter control.

Liam nodded. "I trust Daniel’s recommendations. Let’s get everyone settled in."

Daniel oversaw the initial placement—security taking positions around the property, maids beginning light organization of the household.

As they worked, Liam felt an unexpected wave of relief. The staffing had been taken care of.

Once everything was set, Daniel approached Liam with a slim folder. "If you have time today, I’d like to go over the trust structure and holding company we mentioned. With your recent acquisitions, asset management is going to become increasingly complex."

"Tomorrow works," Liam said.

Daniel nodded, shook his hand, and departed with a promise to follow up.

When the SUVs pulled away, Liam walked back inside, hands in his pockets, a small smile on his face. He now has the time to check out the new system function.

"Status."