"Miss Luna, we've just arrived," announced the driver, braking smoothly in front of an entrance so majestic that even angels would've gotten jealous.
Luna adjusted her sunglasses, pushed the Rolls Royce door with her pinky finger, and got out.
In front of her, the new Tycoon mansion in New York rose like a modern cathedral dedicated to architectural obscenity.
It was gigantic, practically a living sculpture made of polished glass, dark steel, and marble white as cursed snow.
"Ok... this mansion has more windows than neurons in Matthew's brain," murmured Luna, raising an eyebrow.
The main gate, automated with biometric sensors, opened with a soft sound of digital bells and revealed a hanging garden with fountains in the shape of golden dragons spitting aromatic steam.
The main entrance had ten spiral columns and a carpet that seemed softer than the clouds of Valhalla.
As she entered, accompanied by two person-robots impeccably uniformed, Luna simply… dropped her jaw.
Rooms with 15-meter ceilings, chandeliers that imitated constellations, sofas sculpted by futuristic designers.
Floating crystal stairs led to the second floor and the elevator was covered with platinum leaves.
A lone grand piano played smooth jazz in the background.
"Huh," said Luna, touching the wall that exhaled the scent of jasmine, "the mansion smells like perfume of a bored billionaire. Perfect."
She had taken only four steps inside the main hall when...
DRRNNN!
Her iPhone vibrated.
Incoming call from: Tesla Global Board. "We want to welcome the new shareholder..."
"Ah. Ok." Luna answered with a diplomatic smirk.
Five minutes later... another call.
Apple Investors HQ. "Miss, we are reshaping the board and would like to schedule a meeting..."
Ten minutes later...
Netflix International. "We are excited to discuss creative possibilities..."
Then came Amazon, Boeing, Microsoft, Blackstone, Meta, and even some Galactic Rothstein Corporation she'd never even heard of.
Luna was still trying to explore the hallway with futuristic Egyptian sculptures when...
TRRRIMMMMMMMM!
"FOR THE LOVE OF…!" Luna screamed, throwing herself backwards on the sofa. "I'M ON A HONEYMOON WITH THIS MANSION, LET ME LIVE!"
She answered another call with the patience of a saint who decided to become a demon as a hobby.
"Luna speaking. If it's about stocks, leave an offering in the fireplace and forget me for 24 hours."
When the twentieth call came in, Luna handed the iPhone to the robot-butler with a deadly sigh. "Handle this. Cancel everything. Schedule for... 3080, maybe. I don't know. Just let me EXIST."
The robot bowed and activated the "CEO executive secretary" mode.
The phone was automatically synced with anti-nuisance filters and silent calls in diplomatic mode.
Silence.
Finally.
"Hallelujah... the world shut up," Luna murmured, rising like a goddess of patience freshly awakened.
Continuing through the mansion, she was gifted with the sight of a circular three-story library, with bookshelves that moved automatically according to the user's thoughts.
On the opposite side, an obsidian door opened revealing a climate-controlled indoor garden with blue flowers that glowed in sync.
Further ahead, there was a full spa with robotic massage, a hologram room that simulated any place on the planet, and a private lounge with wines more expensive than some nations owed the IMF.
"Alright, mansion. You win. I love you," said Luna, smiling.
She stopped in front of a panoramic window overlooking Central Park and Manhattan. The sun touched the skyscrapers as if blessing them.
And for a moment, she wasn't a billionaire, wasn't a forged heiress, nor the holder of a secret system.
She was just... Luna.
Rich. Beautiful. And, at the moment, dangerously tempted to open a bottle of champagne and toast alone.
She snapped her fingers and immediately one of the robot-butlers approached with the reverence of a gala sommelier.
"Champagne. The most expensive. One that shines like my eyes," ordered Luna, tossing her hair back dramatically. "And bring it in the glass that looks like an enchanted crystal goblet, not that glass that looks like a 19th-century lamp."
"Understood, miss."
In a few minutes, Luna walked barefoot and in shorts through the west wing of the mansion, a part she hadn't fully explored yet. At the end of a hallway with automatic doors, she spotted the stylized neon sign:
Tycoon Gaming Lounge – No boring people allowed.
"Ah, did I write that? Genius," murmured Luna with a sly smile.
The door slid open and revealed a true paradise:
Four setups with ultrawide monitors, ergonomic gamer chairs with built-in massagers, acoustic walls with integrated RGB lights, and a side bar with imported energy drinks, gourmet snacks, and a holographic jukebox that only played epic soundtracks.
At the center, the crown jewel:
A custom supercomputer with specs so absurd that NASA probably wanted to clone it.
Luna sat in the chair like a queen on her throne, grabbed the pink titanium headset with mic, and with a wink to herself in the monitor's reflection, murmured. "Time to shine, baby."
She turned on the setup, and the boot was faster than her temper with arrogant men.
Soon the League of Legends logo appeared on screen with personalized 3D effects.
Her old account showed up with Lux's smiling avatar — a little pixelated, a little outdated.
She had played years ago, during college, where she spent late nights between assignments, tears, and failed ganks.
But now...
"New season, new era… new me," she said, typing her password with a silent laugh.
On the main screen, the message. "Welcome back, Summoner Luna. Season reset. Begin your placement MD5."
"Calm down, Riot. Before that... skin store."
Ah, that magical button.
She clicked. And the universe opened before her.
Champion skins, seasonal events, limited collections...
And best of all: the account balance was linked to the Tycoon card.
"This is it. Today's the day. Today I buy everything I always wanted and never could," she said with eyes shining.
She browsed through the Ahri skins, Evelynn, Miss Fortune…
But when she reached her main, Lux, the moment was sacred.
There it was: Lux Elementalist Ultimate Skin – Shining Diamond Edition.
"Purchased. And all the others too. And the wards. And the emotes. And the battle pass. And the prestige pass. And the pass of the pass."
On screen, Riot Games simply froze for a moment trying to process the purchase volume.
"You have just reached Cosmic VIP level. Would you like to name your personalized Lux skin?"
"Yes. Name: Lady Tycoon of Light."
Champagne in hand, headset on, skin equipped. She clicked "Find Match."
Soon the game loaded. Her eyes lit up.
"Mid or nothing, folks. My Lux is shinier than SpaceX stocks."
The match started.
And with her new Ultimate skin, Lux's effects shined like supernovas with every spell.
"Light, shine brighter!" said Lux.
"Yes, darling. Like my bank account," replied Luna with a laugh.
The match was frantic.
She killed the enemy jungle with a perfect Q-E-R combo and sent a shiny Lux dancing emote.
The chat exploded:
Jungle: "Is that Lux skin bugged?? Never seen this effect."
Adc: "Who are you, woman??"
Support: "Marry me."
Luna just typed:
LadyTycoon: "I work with... lighting."
Luna's hands slid across the mechanical keys with agility that would make her proud if she were paying attention.
But the truth is, while her body reacted, her mind was... on another level.
Literally.
The enemy clan had tried a triple dive mid.
She just positioned side vision, predicted the advance, launched Q blindly, and
click!
two were rooted.
And — light sphere exploding,
R — Final Spark in the perfect diagonal.
Double Kill.
She didn't even take a deep breath. Just blinked.
"Huh."
She leaned slightly back in the chair.
"I... hit everything. No hesitation. No calculation. I felt where they were going. Like... like..." she murmured, looking at the keyboard as if it had become a sacred sanctuary.
Minutes went by.
She won a 1v3 trade, used a ward as bait, turned a teamfight with mathematical precision, made skillshot predictions that not even pro players dared to try.
And then it hit her. "The Tycoon System… optimized me. Intellect, motor coordination, logical reasoning, reaction time..."
She leaned her head against the chair back.
Eyes fixed on the minimap, reading movements as if each pixel were a language only she now understood.
It was like playing three-dimensional chess at quintuple speed, with her brain running at 2000hz.
"This is ridiculous," she whispered, a dangerous smile forming on her lips. "I became a divine smurf."
The match chat exploded with messages:
Support: "Am I playing with a NASA AI?"
Top: "Lux mid with genius build. Who are you?"
Enemy: "Report Lux for hack... or give me the secret, goddess."
Luna typed slowly:
LadyTycoon: "I only farm light."
And followed with another absurd play:
Baron stolen with E + R from outside vision.
"This is almost criminal," she said, resting her chin on her hand while her character returned to base automatically.
"I'm playing... like a CEO plays a stock market."
And that was it.
"If I want... I can literally enter a pro tournament tomorrow," she said, looking at her reflection in the glass.
On the screen, Victory shone in golden letters.