Shō Unkai dashed straight to his study after the cabinet meeting, eager to poke at the glowing interface only he could see.
"Heaven is on my side!" he muttered, eyes widening as he explored the National Development System. The hub split into four tabs—Missions, Shop, Talent, Loans.
Missions dropped random goals. Clear them for prizes, but failure carried no punishment.
The Shop was outrageous: everything from planet-killer starships to elixirs of immortality—if you had the points. One star-destroyer cost trillions of points.
"System, how do I earn points?" he asked.
DINGComplete missions or spend money. For every 1 USD, EUR, or GBP the host personally spends (finance and pure investments excluded), you gain 1 point.
Spend money, get points—so easy it felt like a prank. He was the crown prince of Shinhan, sitting on billions. Points would rain on him.
A pop-up flashed.
DING – Newbie Mission: within 24 months double Shinhan's per-capita GDP (current 5 100 USD). Reward: 2 billion points plus one mystery prize. Accept?
Unkai hit Accept without hesitation. Even if he failed, no penalty. The mystery box intrigued him more than the points.
The starter gift of one million points looked meagre once he filtered the Shop by price: only trinkets. He grumbled at the inflation.
If the host finds prices high, try theSpecialstab. Ten items go on weekly flash sale.
Hidden almost out of sight—typical shady merchant. He opened the page: ten icons in two columns.
F-35A multirole fighter – 3 800 000 → 380 000 pts
Miracle Gene Pesticide Formula – 100 000 000 → 10 000 000 pts
Giant Oil-field Resource Card – creates a random 1–10 billion-ton field – 1 000 000 000 → 100 000 000 pts
One look at the oil card and his heartbeat kicked. Even the minimum ten-billion-barrel field was worth over five hundred billion dollars. For a mere hundred million points? A steal.
He closed the interface. Only one thing to do—spend. Since buying companies did not count, he would splash on gear.
First up: an airline. A single wide-body jet cost over a hundred million. Perfect.
Unkai grabbed a pad and scribbled notes. He needed cash flow and passenger seats for his tourism push anyway.
A knock.
"Enter."
Hayashi Nao, the efficient assistant his father had assigned, stepped in. "Your Highness, you called?"
"Three tasks. One, register an airline—name it Xinghan Airlines. Two, announce we will purchase fifty to a hundred passenger jets. Three, buy a modern office tower downtown, or better, a cluster of new towers ready to occupy. Price is irrelevant."
He needed space for the film studio team from his starter bundle, a pharmaceutical lab for slimming pills and seamless enhancement serum, and the airline headquarters. The real-estate splash would also rack up points.
Nao took rapid notes. "If nothing else, I'll start at once."
"Speed is life," he reminded her. Weekly sales would not wait.
She nodded and hurried out. Unkai reopened the Shop, eyes fixed on that gleaming oil-field card. Soon, very soon, Shinhan would strike black gold.
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