(Supreme Godly Money System, Book 1)
Mumbai, 2025.
Rain slithered down the cracked window of a chawl room in Andheri East. One solitary fan groaned above, barely blowing life into the stale humidity. Beneath it sat Agastya Shastri, 24, slumped on his old plastic chair, face buried in his palms. His shirt—once white—was now a shade of tired grey, and his courier ID card still dangled from his neck.
He had just been fired.
"Agastya, tu useless aahes!" his supervisor's voice still echoed in his head. "You can't even deliver parcels on time. We don't need dreamers, we need workers!"
Dreamer: that word stung.
Agastya wasn't lazy; he had simply believed life could be more than minimum-wage deliveries and fake smiles to angry customers. His parents back in Nashik thought he worked in a corporate office. He didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.
His wallet contained ₹143. His rent was overdue. The landlord had already threatened to throw him out by tomorrow.
"Maybe I really am useless," he grumbled to the leaking ceiling. "Even God seems busy with richer people."
At that moment, his old Redmi phone vibrated violently on the desk.
The screen flickered, glitched—and suddenly turned gold.
[Initializing. SUPREME GODLY MONEY SYSTEM]
Agastya blinked. "What the hell…
[User Identified: Agastya Shastri. Status: Financially Miserable.
[System Installation 100% Complete.]
[Welcome, Chosen Heir of Wealth Karma.]
A shining rupee symbol appeared on the screen, spinning then sinking into his palm, leaving a faint golden mark.
[New Task Generated]
Assignment: Selflessly help one person in the next 12 hours.
Reward: ₹1,00,000 (Multiplier Active: ×1.0).
Agastya stared blankly. "One lakh rupees? By helping someone? This is some scam app, right?"
But curiosity won. He jammed the phone into his pocket and stepped outside.
The evening traffic thundered on the wet roads. Buses splashed puddles, and the smell of roasted corn pervaded the air. Agastya wandered around aimlessly, unsure of what was meant by "help".
Then he noticed an old lady who seemed to be struggling to cross over near the railway station. Her frail hands quivered under the weight of the shopping bag. The signals flickered red to green and cars honked in impatient tones.
Agastya stepped forward without thinking.
"Wait, Aaji! I'll help you."
He took her arm and led her across the street with great care, ignoring curses from bike riders. When they reached the other side, she gave him a toothless smile.
"Babu, may Lakshmi bless you. Nobody helps anymore."
The words hit deeper than expected. Agastya nodded and walked away, wiping rain off his face-when his phone suddenly vibrated again.
[Service Completed.]
[Reward Dispensed: ₹ 1,00,000 credited to User Bank Account.
He froze mid-step. "Wait—what?"
He opened his banking app. The screen refreshed… and there it was.
Available Balance: ₹1,00,143.25
His knees practically buckled. "This-this can't be real!"
He pinched himself. It hurt; the money was real.
[System Reminder: Honesty verified. Wealth gotten through virtue will always remain.
[Next Activity Available in 24 hours.]
For one moment, the rain, the noise, the world-all blurred.
Agastya Shastri, a courier boy who was broke, had just earned a lakh rupees by helping an old woman cross a street.
The next morning, Agastya went down to his landlord's room. The old man, Mr. Bhansali, sat counting notes. His expression soured at the sight of Agastya.
"So, you finally came to beg for more time?" Bhansali sneered, "I told you, I want the rent today or you and your junk go out."
Agastya, composed for the first time in months, laid on the table a neat bundle of ₹ 500 notes-exactly ₹ 10,000.
The old man's fingers froze. "Where did you get this money?"
Agastya smiled faintly. "Let's just say… things are changing."
"Changing? You think you're some hero now?" Bhansali laughed, flipping through the crisp notes. "You can't even keep a job, Shastri."
Agastya leaned a little forward, voice steady. "Keep the change for next month too."
Bhansali is at a loss of words for the first time. His mouth opens, but only silence comes out. A tenant, usually apologetic and timid, was actually sitting upright with quiet confidence-this was unreal.
Agastya turned to leave but stopped at the door. "Oh, by the way, I'll be repainting the room. Don't worry, I'll handle the cost."
The door shut softly behind him.
[System Update: Face-slap event completed successfully. [Reputation Index: +3.] New feature unlocked: the Reward Multiplier System. Next Task: Jog 2 km within 24 hours. Reward: ₹50,000 + x1.5 Multiplier if completed before sunrise. Agastya couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You're serious, huh?" [Always.] For the first time in his life, he looked out of his window—not at the grey sky, but at the endless skyline of Mumbai. He had been invisible all his life, and that was about to change. The Supreme Godly Money System had chosen him. And the city that once ignored Agastya Shastri… was about to witness his rise.