Dealership

Back in Crimora, Tyler stared at the mirror above his sink.

His reflection had changed.

He still looked like himself—but stronger, sharper. A faint blue hue shimmered beneath the skin around his arms and chest, and a soft, golden spark glowed beneath his irises.

The Ancient Warrior… it's not just a title. It's becoming who I am.

And for the first time in years… Tyler Freeman smiled.

Because this time, he wasn't just surviving.

He was about to take the world by storm.

Bank Notification:

Deposit Received: $15,000,000,000.00 CR

Account Balance: $15,000,020,421.83 CR

His lips parted in disbelief. No dream. No illusion. The platinum credit token really did transfer everything to his real-world account.

Tyler let out a slow breath and looked around his dorm room—peeling posters, an old twin bed, and a second-hand laptop humming on the desk. Everything looked… smaller now.

He opened the group chat from his in-game party and typed:

Tyler:

I'm back in Crimora.

Let's meet tonight—8 PM. Fancy spot. Dress like royalty. We're not broke anymore.

Kaela:

Finally! I'm so curious to meet you all! Where?

Tyler:

Astralis Lounge. City center. Private rooftop.

The others sent excited replies, but Tyler had something to do first.

Tyler requested a uber XL in hopes to get to a luxury dealership not too far from him. When the uber driver got to him, he immediately exchanged his name with the driver and started to look at clothing outlets near the dealership. Because Tyler has been broke his whole life he wanted to at least make a great first impression. 

A few minutes later Tyler looked up from his phone and saw CA Luxury Dealership.

Crimora Autohaus - Luxury Dealership is well known and if you are a somebody in this city this is where you get a vehicle. 

Tyler walked into the dealership wearing a plain hoodie, black jeans, and old sneakers. The high-end showroom sparkled with chrome and luxury—rows of Lamborghinis, Porsches, Ferraris, and sleek black AMG models gleamed under showroom lights.

He might as well have been invisible.

Salesmen glanced over and turned back to their conversations.

One man even whispered under his breath, "College kid, probably here to sit in the cars for Instagram."

Tyler ignored it.

That's when she saw him—Maya, a sharp-eyed saleswoman in red heels and a business suit, leaning against a matte blue Porsche. Her eyes met his. Unlike the others, she didn't look away.

She smirked and approached. "Looking for someone, or just killing time?"

Tyler nodded casually at the AMG section. "The all-black S-Class AMG. I want to take a look."

Maya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Full spec? Or are you just window shopping?"

Tyler pulled out his phone and flashed the screen, showing the $15 billion balance without a word.

Her mouth opened slightly.

"…Right this way, Mr…?"

"Freedman," he replied. "Tyler Freedman."

Within 30 minutes, Maya handed him the keys to an all-black 2025 Mercedes-Benz S 63 AMG 4MATIC+ Executive Edition—fully customized with black leather interior, red-stitched seats, touchscreen control panels, and autonomous highway driving mode.

Every sales associate watched in disbelief as Maya completed the paperwork with flawless professionalism… and a slightly smug smile.

"Cash transfer confirmed," the manager said, stunned.

Maya turned to Tyler with a wink. "Thanks for your business. Hope I see you again."

Tyler smirked and got into the driver's seat. The engine purred like a panther waking from a nap.

Behind him, a group of bitter salesmen muttered under their breath:

"Damn it, I should've taken him seriously."

"That's six figures in commission gone…"

Maya walked past them, flipping her hair confidently. "Maybe next time try not judging by appearance."

As the sun dipped behind Crimora's spire-filled skyline, Tyler drove through the neon-glowing city, the Benz turning heads at every intersection. His reflection in the mirror—confident, collected, and a little dangerous—was a far cry from the orphan once dropped off in this cruel city.

The AMG purred as it pulled into the private valet circle of Velvet Spire Mall, Crimora's most luxurious shopping center. Doormen in tailored uniforms opened the doors as Tyler stepped out, his presence turning heads instantly.

He still wore his hoodie and jeans—rumpled and unimpressive—but his aura was different. Quiet confidence. Like a wolf in the heart of a diamond cage.

Ding. His phone lit up.