When My Game Power Follows Me in Real Life novel Chapter 3

Aiden's heart raced as his hands trembled.

He reached for the golden button on the screen and slammed on it.

'Please enter the amount you wish to top up.'

He didn't even hesitate before maxing it out entirely.

Aiden kept his life savings in his bank account, including the two billion he made from selling his shares, plus another 50 million he'd borrowed by mortgaging his luxury villa.

Together with what he'd saved before, he had a total of 2.2 billion.

Each dollar equaled one mark, which meant he would receive 2.2 billion marks in the game.

If anyone ever found out he'd dumped that kind of money into a game, they'd probably call him insane.

To Aiden, it was a deal straight from heaven.

Three days from now, the value of these marks would skyrocket once Doomsday was officially launched and synced with reality.

One mark would equal 10 dollars.

Once the reload was successful, his 2.2 billion marks would be worth 22 billion dollars—ten times what he'd started with.

And even that number couldn't capture their real value.

The reload system would only be available for ten minutes during the private beta launch.

Nearly no one would think of topping up, and those who did would only spend small amounts.

Upon the game's official release, in-game currency would become scarce.

Sure, players could still buy marks with cash, but it would be difficult to convert huge sums like ten billion.

As time went on, players would realize just how critical marks were.

They might sell off small amounts to cover real-life expenses, but no one would be dumb enough to sell everything.

There would be demand without supply.

Meanwhile, Aiden's 2.2 billion marks would be his startup capital for the new world.

As Aiden keyed in the figure, his pulse quickened.

Realistically, a financial transfer this massive would have triggered multiple alerts from government regulators.

No game would ever allow such a transaction to go through instantly.

However, Doomsday wasn't just any ordinary game.

Even so, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if it'd work this time.

'Congratulations, your top-up is successful!'

"Yeah!"

Moments later, Aiden clenched his fists in excitement as a line of astronomical numbers appeared on the screen.

He remembered an old saying that money couldn't buy happiness, but it could make a person's entire week.

Right now, Aiden was experiencing that high.

With this kind of starting advantage, plus everything he remembered about Doomsday, he was confident that he could rise to the very top.

He'd even crush those 'nepo babies' who had every resource at their fingertips.

Ding!

Suddenly, a crisp mechanical chime sounded.

'Congratulations, Nighthale. You are the first player to reload your system, with a single recharge exceeding one billion marks. A rare hidden class reward has been unlocked.'

Ding!

'Hidden class detected. Updating the system…'

Ding!

'You have obtained a secondary class—the Wealthlord. Your current classes include Beastmaster and the Wealthlord.'

"What? You can unlock hidden classes just by spending money?"

Aiden froze for a second, then burst out laughing in disbelief and delight.

Beyond the typical classes players could start with or evolve into, rare hidden classes existed as well.

These could only be unlocked by meeting very specific, mysterious conditions.

The more I spend, the more powerful I become. Now that's awesome!

Vaultbound was another useful talent.

After all, death penalties were brutal beyond belief in Doomsday.

If a player got killed, they'd lose 20 percent of all their attributes.

Worse, every piece of gear, item, and mark they carried would drop on the spot.

Because of that, most players never carried much and kept their marks in the NPC-run banks instead.

But unlike actual banks, the ones in Doomsday did not pay interest.

On the contrary, these banks charged players outrageous storage fees instead.

The more one deposited, the higher the fee.

For instance, if Aiden stored all his 2.2 billion marks in a bank, he'd have to pay 22 million marks every three months just for safekeeping.

Aiden would lose 88 million a year just to keep his money in a vault.

To make things worse, there was always the risk of a bank owner disappearing with everyone's savings.

The rules were unfair, but players had to abide by them.

For years, storing marks had been one of the biggest challenges in Doomsday.

Now that Aiden had obtained Vaultbound, he didn't have to worry about that anymore.

He could keep his marks with him, enjoy as Fortune Flux grew his wealth, and never lose anything if he died.

A glint flashed across Aiden's eyes as he smirked.

"Once I make a name for myself, I could open my own private bank. I'll charge a lower storage fee…

"I'll earn interest off my clients' marks, and grow that with Fortune Flux. It's a guaranteed profit with no risk at all!"

He'd use other people's money to make himself richer, and they'd even thank him for it afterward.

Now that was what being a Wealthlord was all about.