"Do you know who I am?"
"Call me the Supreme."
The sound echoed from a blazing screen.
Mike the wealthiest person in Africa possessed endless resources and immeasurable wealth.
The mere of his name people bowed in reference.
His riches boundless and will absolute in his country and continent.
On the highway, his luxurious car sliced through air flanked by twenty six, aligned escorts in a disciplined formation.
Inside his car
Mike leaned back, a faint smile on his lips.
"I've finally reached my objective,"
he murmured.
"I am the supreme man of this country."
He turned his gaze toward the driver.
"Tell me… how many wives can a man like me have?"
The driver didn't hesitate.
"As many as you want, boss."
Mike chuckled.
"Perfect answer. I'll double your salary."
Mike had everything whether gained through corruption or blood didn't matter anymore.
He had once been a poor farmer, barely surviving.
He stole his family's contribution money, then exploited other farmers without mercy. Step by step, he invested, crushed competition, and climbed higher until he stood alone at the top.
At the peak of his towering skyscraper hung a massive banner his face printed proudly, advertising his own movie.
Everything he touched became a trend. People copied his clothes, his words, even his smile.
One day, the farmers he had ruined gathered in protest, screaming outside his companies.
Mike watched from his luxury apartment, wine in hand.
"I love what they're doing," he said with a smile.
Moments later, planes roared across the sky, scattering money like rain.
Chaos erupted.
People fought, pushed, and screamed as they scrambled to grab the falling bills.
"It's mine!"
"Don't touch it it's mine!"
Then came the wedding.
Ten beautiful women stood beside him as his wives. The entire region drowned in celebration. Food, music, and alcohol flowed without limit a feast fit for a king.
That night, inside his hotel suite, the air suddenly turned cold.
A presence emerged from the shadows.
A spirit stood before him.
Mike froze. His breath caught in his throat.
"We need you," the spirit said.
"You are the chosen one."
The world shattered.
In the next instant, Mike was dragged into another reality. His body twisted, reshaped, transformed.
Darkness surrounded him.
He stood in the Dark Territory, face to face with the Demon King, who sat silently upon a towering throne.
Terror flooded his veins.
Suddenly, glowing letters appeared before his eyes.
"What the hell is this?!"
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
SYSTEM ACTIVATED
[Welcome, Mike, to your new world]
•Name: Mike
•Class: None
•Skill: None
•Race: Human