*[Now that all skills, both passive and active, have been checked and uploaded, you can now use any one of your choosing.]*
*April 20th, 3:05pm.—Tony's room, Bellingham Mansion, Liverpool
Tony Bellingham leaned back in the leather chair of his suite, blinking at the glowing interface projected before his eyes. The sleek mechanical design of his new system—the **GodFinger**—floated in his vision like a holographic watch ad from the future.
He sighed.
"Well… no super strength, no teleportation, no god-tier upgrades," he muttered, fingers drumming against the polished oak desk. "But hey… a system is still a system, and that game feature rocks!!"
This one, however, was unlike anything he'd heard of in books or movies. No flashy explosions. Well..... A little bit of reality-bending power-ups. Just a clean interface, a menu of skills, and a voice with the emotional range of a toaster.
Still, curiosity tugged at him.
Tony: "GodFinger, activate **Lie Residue Detection**."
**GF:** *Skill selected: Lie Residue Detection. Stand by… calibrating retinal overlays... activation complete.*
(GF is the nickname for GODFINGER)
In a blink, Tony's vision shifted. His pupils burned white for a second, then returned to normal, though the world now shimmered faintly around the edges—outlines, color filters, pulse readings?
"…That's new."
No immediate feedback. No HUD blinking with answers. No loud *'Skill Activated!'* banner.
Just silence.
(Well, He was used to that!)
Frowning, Tony stood and walked downstairs, passing through the wide hallways of the Bellingham estate. Marble floors. High ceilings. Velvet drapes. Even now, he still wasn't used to this version of reality.
At the foot of the stairs, he spotted a familiar face—**Maria**, one of the mansion's long-time maids, standing by the hallway coffee cart. She bowed slightly upon seeing him.
"Is the coffee ready?" Tony asked.
Not because he wanted it.
But because he *had* to know if the skill worked.
The Gaming One worked, so this skill should!!
Maria smiled. "Yes, Sir Tony!"
And then—**green.**
A warm, faint emerald hue shimmered around her frame like a soft glow.
Tony(Kai) blinked.
"Holy crap… it actually works."
She wasn't lying. Which meant—
He bolted through the mansion like a kid with a new toy. For the next hour, he questioned every available staff member he could find. Butlers, cooks, security detail—even the shy gardener in the courtyard.
Most answers came up **green**—truths.
A few flickered **red**, usually around deeply personal topics, like when he got bold enough to ask:
"Are you a virgin?"
"Have you ever been in love?"
"Do you think I'm hot?" "Are you sleeping with someone in the staff?"
"Do you love me?"
He didn't ask for answers. He just wanted *reactions.*
Predictably, many answers were lies—blushing, stumbling, politely dodged lies, mainly told by the female maids and staffs. But hey, he learned quickly: **truth glowed green**, **lies bled red**. Sometimes faint, sometimes fierce.
By the time 9:00 PM rolled around, Tony was sprawled across his bed like a king returning from war. Not a war of bullets—but of truths and secrets.
The pillow felt extra comfortable tonight.
"I've got *vision-based lie detection.* I'm basically a walking polygraph," he whispered to himself, smirking at the ceiling. "I'm like a freaking hero... or a truth detective. Move over Sherlock."
(Hahaha!!!! Sherlock Bellingham! Has a nice ring to it!)
And then his thoughts shifted.
To **Dent.**
That smug, calculating executive who'd always looked down on him. The one who now had **Aurelia** at his side—the cold, brilliant strategist with eyes like knives yet to be unleashed unto the world!
"Let's see how long *he* lasts," Tony muttered.
"Tony's GodFinger versus Dent's Aurelia.
Mechanical versus Digital.
Heir versus Executive.
Hero versus Villain."
(It's okay!!!! We get it!)
He rolled over and stared at the ceiling.
Tony: "Oi. System? You on?"
**GF:** *Yes, Tony 'C' Bellingham. Awaiting instructions.*
Tony: "Is the lie detector still active?"
**GF:** *Affirmative. Lie Residue Detection is operating at 100% efficiency.*
He sat up, grabbed his phone, and scrolled down to one name—**Alina**.
His ....well trust worthy friend. Sometimes chess partner. Sometimes romantic tension. Often emotional chaos.
(Btw....Alina is 19(as of this chapter))
He pressed dial.
*It rang.*
And rang.
And rang.
Then finally—
**Alina:** "What is it, Tony? I'm in the middle of Netflix."
Tony smirked. "And chill?"
**Alina:** "Nope. Without the chill."
His system blinked green. **Truth.**
Tony: "Wanna play chess again?"
There was a pause. A heartbeat of hesitation. Then—
**Alina:** "Yeah, sure."
Again—**green.**
He leaned back, satisfied.
Even with its mechanical tone, GodFinger was proving…useful. He didn't need to worry about being deceived anymore. No more second guessing. No more mind games.
At least… that's what he told himself.
### 📍 The Next Morning –April 21th, 7:12 AM
Tony sat on the edge of the estate's reflecting pool, his coffee in hand. Still processing. Still experimenting. Each time someone spoke, his system painted the world in emotional color.
But then he remembered what GodFinger *couldn't* do.
No physical upgrades. No bullet-time. No time freezes.
Just insight.
And maybe… that was enough.
### 💬 Incoming Message: "DENT"
*"You still alive, heir?*
Tony's smile faded.
Things were just getting started.