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Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

Meanwhile, my heart ached, tears rolling down my cheeks involuntarily. I, too, had wanted to be the one loved by my family, but I never was. Jeff pushed open the door to my room and saw my journal lying open. "List of times you were overlooked? Final warning? The 99th time—abandoned during your mating ceremony?" I shut the journal before he could take a closer look. I didn't want him prying into my secrets. "Don't be childish, Georgia. It's only a mating ceremony. We'll just reschedule for later. You don't have to write that down," Jeff said.

I stood up and walked toward the light-filled door at the end of the system space. The system piped up from behind me, "Ariel, in light of the major deviation that occurred during this mission, the system will issue you compensation worth ten billion dollars!" I nodded. "Good. Remember to transfer it into my account."

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

he said with that stupid charismatic smile, holding up a plastic bag with something inside. I warily regarded it. "Come on, Aria. Just give me some time, please?" I exhaled, annoyed. "Fine." I'd left my clothes and towel over by the door, and so I walked over to begin throwing it on over my work out skins. "But for the record...," I said, grabbing the plastic bag from his hand after I'd changed, "this is the shittiest gift wrapping I've ever received." He laughed. "Apologies, it was a last minute gift."

LoveHelen: "So what if she knows the motto? Helen's a student there, you know. Low lives like you are definitely broke as hell with how you're backing up the streamer's every word. Bah!" WannaDate: "The streamer's never asked for any gifts." LetsAttendJMU: "Oh? Just admit that you're broke." When that comment was posted, a Meteor Shower rained on screen. The silver lights filled the screen, followed by a sentence in shiny gold, "Holy Emperor VIP: York has gifted Heartbound Hall a Meteor Shower. 50 Galaxies will be randomly gifted to viewers in the stream!"

They couldn't do anything for their Idol. No way, they had 250,000 gifts before, and that was their limit. They could not give her again. As for Allen, although he had only given 2 million, the people who stole the tower were generally not very angry, so they didn't think Allen could resist it. Allen was in a hurry to brush the gift because he was busy filling up the value before. It took a little time because it was his first time to recharge. The time was almost over. In less than a minute, Allen would be able to fill 20 million.

The maid continued to lie, "This is a very valuable gift, you will be satisfied." Cordelia Locke began to believe it a bit. Grandeur Gala Hub was the most high-end club in the city, and it was said that the annual membership fee was as high as one million. In a place like this, sending valuable gifts to retain wealthy customers was normal, especially for the 999th guest. It must be a super big gift, and she could sell it for money. A hint of greed flashed in Cordelia Locke's eyes. She had been poor for too long and needed money now.