Prince stood in the middle of the rain-drenched street, staring at his phone screen. The number $5,000 looked like a dream, but the warmth flowing through his veins and the sudden clarity in his vision were very real. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel like a victim of fate. He felt like the master of it.
[System Notification: Host has unspent attribute points and a 'Beginner's Combat Package' ready for integration. Integration complete.]
A sudden surge of heat exploded in Prince's muscles. His old, worn-out delivery jacket felt tight as his shoulders broadened. His reflexes sharpened to a point where he could see the individual raindrops falling around him. He felt like he could outrun a car if he wanted to.
But he had no time to waste. His mother's hospital bill was overdue, and the pharmacy wouldn't give him the life-saving medicine without payment.
He jumped onto his old scooter. To his surprise, the "Temporary Speed Boost" was still active. With a single twist of the throttle, the bike let out a roar like a supercar and tore through the streets, weaving through traffic with impossible grace.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at the City Central Hospital. He didn't head to the billing counter first; he went straight to the ATM. As the machine whirred and spat out thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills, Prince felt a lump in his throat. This was more money than his father had earned in a year before he passed away.
He walked to the hospital's VIP billing desk. The receptionist looked at his soaked, dirty clothes and frowned.
"The charity ward is in the other building, kid," she said dismissively.
Prince didn't say a word. He placed five stacks of cash on the counter. "I'm here to pay for Mrs. Sunita's treatment. Room 402. Clear all the arrears and move her to a private suite. Now."
The receptionist's jaw dropped. Her hands trembled as she counted the money. "O-of course, sir! Right away! I'll arrange the transfer immediately."
Money, Prince realized, was the ultimate superpower in this world. But as he turned to leave, he saw a familiar face that made his blood boil.
It was the rich kid from the penthouse—the one who had given him a one-star rating and slammed the door in his face. His name was Akash, the son of a wealthy real estate tycoon. He was surrounded by three buff bodyguards, laughing as they walked toward the exit.
"Hey, look! It's the pizza rat!" Akash laughed, pointing at Prince. "What are you doing here? Trying to steal some medicine to sell?"
Prince stopped. In the past, he would have looked down and walked away. But now, he felt a cold, calm energy rising from his gut.
"Akash," Prince said, his voice low and steady. "You owe me an apology for that one-star rating."
The lobby went silent. Akash's smile faded, replaced by an expression of pure arrogance. "An apology? To a delivery boy? Do you know who my father is? Boys, teach this trash some manners."
The three bodyguards stepped forward. They were huge, trained in MMA, and looked like they could crush Prince with one hand. One of them reached out to grab Prince's collar.
In Prince's eyes, the bodyguard's movement was slow, like he was moving through honey.
[System Skill Activated: Basic Street Fighting]
Prince didn't even think. His body moved on instinct. He stepped to the side, grabbed the guard's wrist, and twisted. A sickening crack echoed through the lobby. Before the other two could react, Prince delivered a lightning-fast kick to the second guard's chest, sending him flying back five meters into a row of plastic chairs.
The third guard swung a heavy punch. Prince ducked, his "Eagle Eye" skill highlighting the guard's weak spots in red. He delivered a sharp jab to the man's solar plexus. The guard collapsed, gasping for air.
It took exactly six seconds. Three professional bodyguards were on the floor, groaning in pain.
Akash backed away, his face pale, his expensive silk shirt damp with sweat. "You... what are you? You're a monster!"
Prince walked up to him, his shadow looming over the trembling rich kid. He didn't hit him. Instead, he reached into Akash's pocket, pulled out his gold-plated phone, and opened the delivery app.
"You gave me one star because I was 'late' in a storm," Prince said, his voice like ice. "Change it. Now."
With shaking fingers, Akash changed the rating to five stars and added a $1,000 tip.
"G-good? We're good?" Akash whimpered.
Prince tossed the phone back. "If I ever see you looking down on someone working for a living again, I won't be this nice. Get out."
Akash and his guards scrambled out of the hospital like beaten dogs. Prince took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline fade.
[Ding!]
[Hidden Quest Accomplished: Stand Up for Your Dignity!]
[Reward: +50 XP, +2 Luck, and the 'Godly Delivery Map' (Rare Item).]
[System Level Up! You are now Level 2.]
Prince smiled. He went to his mother's new private room. She was sleeping peacefully, the machines humming quietly around her. He sat by her side, holding her hand. He knew this was just the beginning. The world was huge, and the Godly Delivery System had just opened the door.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. It wasn't a bank notification this time. It was a System alert.
[New Urgent Mission: The Secret CEO Package.]
[Target: Deliver the 'Black Box' to Sarah Vance, the daughter of the Global Tech CEO, before the assassins reach her.]
[Reward: Golden Mystery Chest & $50,000.]
[Time Remaining: 12 minutes.]
Prince stood up, his eyes glowing with a faint blue light. The delivery boy was gone. The Delivery God was rising.