Infinite Wealth System: Crazy Tasks, Insane Rewards!

[A/N: Skip this chapter please. It was a repetition mistake and I can't delete it because it's a premium chapter. I sincerely apologise.]

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Just like that, Royce was visibly humiliated and mocked by his best friend and girlfriend, and even thrown out of the place without being helped.

Royce completely forgot the fact that he was insanely hungry, his mind filled with both anger and shock.

Richy was one of those guys who feared touching a woman... He couldn't even hang out with girls back in campus. Royce had been the one trying to invoke some "man" into him, and now, that effort he made had backfired on him.

Mia... He spent millions on her. He couldn't get his eyes off that fact, as he regretted everything.

But something was sure, even if he didn't want to accept it...

What goes around had surely come around.

He left Sofia for Mia, and now Mia had left him for Richy just because he had nothing left.

For the first time in his life, he felt completely what he had made other broke people feel, and it wasn't funny at all.

Royce fell on his knees, his eyes completely full of tears as he clutched his dirty clothes in pain.

"NOOO!!!"

Things came crashing right at his feet, and it all happened in a blur... Just like that, everything was gone, and he was no better than a beggar in the slum streets.

He had to find somewhere safe to sleep, since staying anywhere around that area was unsafe. The best place Royce could find was a space under a flyover bridge somewhere on the highway.

The hunger had done great harm to his stomach, but he still had to endure to pass the night.

"I'll have to steal tomorrow or else I will starve to death," that was what he said before dozing off.

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The next morning, Royce rushed into a small supermarket somewhere in the outskirts of Cloudbridge.

His stomach was already aching too badly, and he was already very weak, his footsteps shuffling.

Everyone gave him disgusting looks as he walked in, but he didn't mind at all. At this point, he was only worried about his stomach and his life.

He approached the bread shelf at one corner and observed it for a moment.

He grabbed it.

He glanced around.

He saw that almost no one was looking at this point...

And then he sprinted towards the door.

He didn't have enough strength to run, but he was trying his best.

However, perhaps his best hadn't invited fortune to his side.

One of the attendants at the counter quickly spotted him and commanded the security to follow him.

That was when Royce knew he was cooked, but he didn't stop running.

He kept running until he was almost at the exit.

After that great effort, who wouldn't be glad to have reached the exit?

Just a few more steps and he would be gone. By then, the security men wouldn't really want to chase him into the crowded streets.

Royce smiled at that realization.

One step... Another step.

It was just one more move after grabbing the door handle...

Until that smile faded...

Yes, he was caught.

An arm came grabbing him from behind, and the next thing he saw was himself falling on the floor with a hefty man punching his face so hard that he cried out.

"Argh!!!"

"Son of a bitch. Maybe you should try another supermarket," the man said in a bassy tone, as Royce lay there wrapping his face with both hands.

The next moment, he realized he was outside.

He was thrown outside.

Royce quickly stood up the moment he realized people wouldn't mind stepping on him.

He staggered through the streets and went back to his sleeping spot.

"Why do I have to suffer like this? Why can't they just give me something to eat? Do they want me dead?"

Different questions spilled out, but none was being answered. Who would want to?

He was alone under the bridge, and no one would even hear him out.

At this point, he realized that he would die if he didn't make more effort.

He starved until it was getting dark, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Royce had to make another move.

His stomach ached five times more than before, and it felt like he would die if he starved any longer.

This time, he had to try doing it the most moral way possible.

Royce moved from one store to another, begging.

"Can I have some meat pie, please? I'm starving. I would appreciate it," he asked a local meat pie vendor.

The middle-aged woman gave him a look of disgust after hearing that, and Royce didn't have to hear another word before knowing she would never spare some.

He had to leave.

He settled at another store.

This one was a bun shop.

"Can I have some buns, please?" he asked.

"Get the hell out of here, bastard. A little more stay here and I'm going to break your head into quarters!"

Royce stormed out immediately and moved on to the next.

He went from rows to rows and was sent away by all.

He didn't even find anyone considering him, even though he told them he hadn't eaten a thing for almost three days.

No one seemed to care.

And it didn't take long before he realized that after his last try.

"Can I have a plate of noodles, please? I haven't eaten anything for three days and I think I'm gonna die if I starve any longer. Please!"

"You can go and die for all I care. That's none of my business. Why would you fear death when you and your father killed many?"

Royce flinched.

Even after being covered in dirt, he was still being recognized by everyone.

That wasn't the most painful part at all...

The most painful part was that he was suffering for all that his father had done. Sure, he had done many evil deeds too, but his were likely all in secret or rather simpler ones.

His father had caused many unfixable things, and now he was being remembered for all of them. There were even some he never knew about, and all in all...

It turned out that he would suffer for the deeds of the man who killed his mother.

Royce had gravely hated his father after hearing Emily's exposure at the banquet.

He would never have let his father live another day if he had known about this, because growing up, his mother had shown him what was more than love.

"I regret everything! I wish I hadn't done them!"

"I regret my life!!!"

Royce cried hard as he fell on his knees in the dark street, his eyes wet with tears as they trickled down uncontrollably.

His stomach rumbled, and amidst the hunger was an intense ache in the heart.

In a moment, he fell on the dirt floor and cried hard.

He had finally accepted the fact that he would starve to death, and would cry his eyes out to it.

People walked by, yet none cared to inquire about what was going on with the poor boy.

Royce himself didn't care anymore, as he was ready to die this time.

What's the point of living when no one cares anymore?

He knew life was worth nothing anymore, and it was best he died.

He had lost all hope, and it was over for him, he believed.

He was crying at the top of his lungs until suddenly...

A sharp scent of flour crushed his nose, and Royce swiftly raised his head.

"Huh?"

He saw bread.

It was large.

He didn't even bother to look at who had brought it, as he quickly grabbed and began to bite on it.

Royce bit more than he could even chew, trying to suppress the ache he felt within.

It took him less than five minutes to finish, and the good thing was that this person was patiently waiting for him to finish up.

Royce exhaled deeply as he finally raised his head to look at his helper.

It was a young man in a red suit, smiling calmly as he watched him.

Royce couldn't hold it.

"You saved my life. Thank you..." he said.

And then after a pause, he voiced again, "But... but can I have some more?"

The man nodded without saying a word and brought out another loaf from behind.

Royce grabbed it and began to gnaw on the bread, finishing it up in no time.

This was to show how insanely hungry he was, and the man appeared to understand.

He would only smile and watch.

"Thank you... Thank you," Royce said.

The man brought out water and gave it to him as well, and he didn't hesitate to drink.

"Ahh... Thank you."

The man nodded.

It took Royce a moment to regain himself, and it was then that he asked further.

"Everyone wants me dead... Why did you help me?" Royce asked with a curious tone, still sitting on the dirt floor.

The man smiled. "Because you are the one suited for the job."

Royce furrowed his brows, glaring.

"What job?" he asked.

Then in a sharp tone, the man spoke.

"Royce Kingsley. You are the Chosen One."

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