Thedy''s eyes lit up with excitemt. Her demeanor shifted from flustered to efficit, and she quickly proceeded with the paperwork. She asked a few more questions and had us sign several e-documts. Once the process wasplete, she turned to him and asked, "How much would Brother us like to deposit into the ount?"


    us reached into his space ring and pulled out a credit card. "I''d like to withdraw all the money on this card into my ount," he said, handing the card to thedy.


    Thedy took the card and began tering details into herputer. After a few seconds, a look of confusion crossed her face. "tinum... Cus...tomer," she stammered, ncing up at us with astonishmt.


    Before she could say more, the door to the room oped, and a man in his early 40s walked in. "Manager, sir, I..." thedy began, but the man held up a hand to stop her.


    With a fridly smile, he addressed us. "Distinguished customer, I''ll be taking over from here."


    us raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Why? Thisdy seems to be doing a good job. Is everything alright?"


    The manager smiled reassuringly. "Everything is fine. You''ve be upgraded to a tinum customer, which means she''s no longer qualified to continue the process. I''ll handle it from here."


    us sighed at the sudd shift in treatmt. Although thedy who had be helping him hadn''t made the best first impression, he still found her dearing in her own way.


    "Distinguished customer, we can continue the process in my office," the manager said, his tone filled with respect.


    "You can just call me us," us replied, feeling a bit ufortable with the grand title.


    "Mr. us, this way," the manager gestured, leading him to a private elevator. us smiled slightly, following along. Before he could ev fully process what was happing, they arrived at the highest floor.


    The office they stepped into was nothing short of luxurious. Every item seemed to glist with diamond sparkles—chairs, tables, and ev the cups on the desk were made of diamonds. It was a sight that made us almost drool, the extravagance far beyond anything he''d se before.


    "Please, can you tell me what''s going on?" us asked, still trying to make sse of the situation.


    The manager smiled warmly. "The card you prested is a tinum rmdation card. As such, your ount has now be credited with  billion gold coins."


    us stared at him, stunned. T billion gold coins? How could that be possible? He had only prested a credit card with 0 million on it, yet his ount had be credited with an astronomical sum. "How is this possible?" us asked, his voice full of disbelief.


    The manager leaned forward slightly, speaking in a calm tone. "Mr. us, you seem to be new to this, so allow me to exin. In our banking system, there are differt ranks. It starts with Copper, followed by Bronze, Silver, Gold, Diamond, and finally tinum. tinum is the highest tier in terms of ranking."


    He paused briefly, watching us absorb the information before continuing. "Each rank offers differt befits and privileges. As you might guess, not just anyone can hold a tinum card. Typically, to qualify for one, you must wield significant influce and possess considerable wealth. However, Mr. us, the card you prested is from an—"


    The manager suddly stopped mid-stce, his eyes flickering with hesitation. He seemed to realize he was on the verge of revealing something ssitive. After a momt, he cleared his throat and gave a polite smile. "Rest assured, the card carries unique privileges," he said, carefully avoiding any further details.


    us sat back, still trying to process everything. What kind of card had he gott his hands on? And more importantly, who is Ohema? Because he knew for a fact that the card came from her, if what the manager said is true, which it is, th who is Ohema, what is her true idtity?


    "So, I now have t billion in my ount?" us asked, still trying to wrap his mind a the staggering figure.


    The manager smiled again and nodded. "Yes, Mr. us. You now have t billion gold coins at your disposal. Congrattions."


    us blinked, feeling a strange mix of disbelief and excitemt. T billion gold coins. It was ough to change his life—and his mother''s—forever. This is a great thing for him, but somehow, his mind isn''t at rest like someone who now has t billion in their ount.


    "Manager, can I know who this card is from? Just a little information is all I ask," us said, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity getting the better of him.


    The manager hesitated, his smile fading just a little. He nced a as if suring no one else could overhear before lowering his voice. "I''m afraid I can''t reveal too much, Mr. us. But what I can tell you is that the cardes from a very... influtial individual.


    Someone with considerable power and resources."


    us''s eyes narrowed. "But who? A name will suffice"


    The manager offered a polite but firm smile. "I''m sorry, Mr. us, but that''s all I can disclose. The befactor clearly wishes to remain anonymous."


    us nodded, still full of questions but knowing he wouldn''t get any more answers today. Whoever Ohema really is, he will soon find out, after all, he will have to pay her back sooner rather thanter.


    "I can see Mr. us has a lot to think about," the manager said with a knowing smile. "But please understand, as a tinum customer, your status is now several times higher than wh you first walked through these doors."


    us smiled to himself. He had walked in as a nobody and was now leaving as a billionaire. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined something like this. epting the reality, he said, "We can proceed, Mr. Manager."


    "The next step is simply linking your card to your phone for easier transactions," the manager exined. "The process has already bepleted."


    us''s smile faltered, and he frowned slightly. He didn''t have a phone—mainly because he didn''t have an ID to purchase one.


    "Uh, Mr. Manager," us began, a little embarrassed. "I don''t actually have an ID yet, and as far as I know, you need one to buy a phone. So... I don''t have a phone."


    The manager raised an eyebrow in surprise but quicklyposed himself. "Ah, I see. No worries, Mr. us," he said smoothly. "Since you''re now a tinum customer, we can assist you in acquiring both an ID and a phone right here. Consider it a privilege of your new status."


    us felt a wave of relief wash over him, mixed with amazemt at how smoothly everything seemed to fall into ce. It was as if his new tinum ount holder status had oped doors he didn''t ev know existed. His mind began to clear, and he realized that his status had elevated him to heights ev he had yet to fully understand.


    After only a few more minutes of waiting, someone arrived with a sleek ss phone and a shiny new ID card for the manager to hand over. us blinked in surprise at the speed and efficicy of the process. This sudd shift felt almost surreal in a world where he''d always struggled.


    "Mr. us, this is your phone and ID. You can ess your ount anywhere using this phone, and with this ID, you can rmd anyone," the manager said, handing us the sleek device and idtification.


    The momt us touched the phone, a wave of joy surged through him. Finally, he had a phone of his own. He quickly unlocked it, his fingers moving with excitemt, and was thrilled to find his bank ount already linked. Wh he saw the long string of zeros in his bnce, he had to hold himself back from shouting in celebration.


    "Thank you, Mr. Manager," us said, smiling widely.


    "Mr. Manager, I''d like to know the housing system ording to the bank''s standards," us asked without hesitation. His main objective was clear—he needed to buy a house.


    The manager nodded, understanding the importance of the request. "Of course, Mr. us. As a tinum ount holder, you have ess to exclusive housing options. The bank works closely with the city''s top real estate developers, offering properties ranging from luxury apartmts to private estates.


    You can choose from various high-d locations, and with your currt status, purchasing or rting will be a seamless process. "


    "Can I know the prices if I want to buy?" us asked.


    The manager smiled and tapped a few buttons on his desk. A holographic projection appeared in front of them, disying various houses and estates across the city. "Of course, Mr. us," he said. "Here are a few options."


    The projection showcased differt types of properties, from luxury apartmts in the heart of the city to sprawling estates on the outskirts. the locations shown in the projection are all in high-level ces in Ross City. Just looking at it made us wanna buy everything his money can afford.


    "For a high-d luxury apartmt in the western district," the manager exined, "you''re looking betwe 50 to 500 million gold coins. For a private estate with more space and privacy, prices can range from  billion to 5 billion, depding on the size and location."


    us nodded and continued browsing through the hundreds of avable houses, each unique in its own way. He couldn''t help but feel a little overwhelmed as he scrolled past luxurious homes that once seemed beyond his reach. After about 0 minutes, he reached the final listing: a private estate with a stunning waterfall. It caught his eye immediately.


    He had marked down a few houses to revisitter, carefully considering his options. But just as he was about to make his choice, the manager spoke up.


    "Mr. us, congrattions on buying a house."


    us blinked in confusion. "What?"


    The manager smiled. "It appears your ount automatically purchased one of the properties you were browsing—our system marked it as confirmed."


    us stared at the manager, dumbfounded. Had he unknowingly made a purchase? He hadn''t ev decided yet!