Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Ways and on Journey to Spend Billions…
Parker leaned back against the cushioned seat of the high-end store’s lounge area, arms crossed, looking every bit like a man who had completely surrendered to the inevitable.

Tessa, Naomi, and Elena were on a mission. And that mission? Buy everything in sight.

Naomi had Ere curled in her arms, the smug little thing perched like a spoiled royal. Elena was moving through racks like she was planning a full-blown heist. And Tessa? Tessa had already ordered him a laptop—not just any laptop.

He glanced at the order. A MacBook Pro M3 Max, maxed-out specs. Of course, she didn’t forget the AirPods either.

“Already got you covered,” Tessa said waving the AirPods to him, barely looking up as she added yet another item to the cart. Parker sighed. He hadn’t even planned on getting anything. But apparently, that wasn’t up to him. He didn’t even need to do anything when a woman who knew what he needed was with him.

Fine. He’d let the girls enjoy their element.

Before he forgot, he told Levi, “Open the system shop.”

The moment it popped up, his face immediately dropped.

“…This is some bullshit.”

The shop was a desert. No rare artifacts. No god-tier item or weapons. Just junk.

Even his Phoenix Sword was more useful than this garbage.

Levi chuckled. [As expected. The shop is random, Master. You really thought it was gonna hand you divine treasures on a silver platter?]

He sighed. “I know why. Creepy Parker probably set it up this way on purpose instead of just making a curated shop with everything available.”

Levi hummed. [And you’re not mad about it?]

“…It’s fun that way too.”

Fine. If the shop was useless, at least he could stock up on points.

“Exchange some of my money into SP until I hit 100 million.”

Levi calculated for a second. [$10 billion!] Levi gave him the total, and he approved the exchange.

[Ding! Critical mark hit! Exchanged $10,000,000,000. You’ve earned 1000 Spins!]

Parker blinked.

1000 Spins.

His quiet excitement was almost dangerous. The Spin function was one of the hardest things to rack up. And here he was, 1000 deep, just from some reckless spending? Wasn’t it time to absolutely Plunder the system’s Roulette Spin for some rewards?

He was this close to opening the function when—

“We’re back!”

He looked up just in time to see bags. So many bags.

Elena was carrying most of them, looking one shopping trip away from developing superhuman strength. Naomi was still holding Ere, who yawned like a princess, and Tessa—Tessa was walking straight to him like she expected him to carry everything.

Parker sighed but stood, grabbing a few bags from Elena and even carrying Tessa’s, too.

Then, smooth as hell, he pulled Tessa by the waist.

She grinned, arms looping around his neck like this was a routine.

Elena and Naomi? Immediate eye rolls.

Ere? A whole-ass feline sigh.

But Tessa? Tessa was thriving.

“What’s with the affection?” she teased.

Parker smirked. “Do I need a reason to be affectionate to my wife?” Tessa’s face lit up. Yeah, she loved hearing that. As they stepped out into the cool night air, the moon hanging above them, she tilted her head.

“So… who do you like more?”

Parker already knew where this was going.

“Me?” She batted her lashes. “Or Maya?”

He pecked her forehead.

“Don’t start a war, sweetheart.”

Parker loaded the bags into the Range Rover like a personal assistant who knew his damn place—right before he guided Tessa inside. Not that she cared much for actual seats. Nope. His lap was apparently prime real estate, and she settled in like she owned it.

Which, to be fair, she kinda did.

Naomi slid in, Ere nestled comfortably in her arms like a spoiled little empress. Elena got in last, sliding into the driver’s seat and adjusting the mirrors with that effortless confidence of someone who was about to do illegal speeds without a single fuck given.

“Where to?” Elena asked, drumming her fingers on the wheel.

Tessa leaned back against Parker’s chest, one hand resting on his, the other tapping her chin like she was deep in thought, contemplating the meaning of life—or more realistically, where to drop a stupid amount of money next.

Parker smirked. He already knew.

“Beverly Center. Then The Grove.” She declared like a queen choosing which kingdoms to conquer.

Beverly Center—luxury shopping heaven. Eight floors of designer brands, high-end boutiques, and people who thought paying $500 for a basic white T-shirt was normal. And The Grove? It was an open-air shopping paradise where celebrities and billionaires’ daughters roamed freely, credit cards ready for war.

Parker let out a low chuckle. The money-spending demon had officially awoken.

He pressed a kiss against her neck, right where her pulse was. Slow. Teasing. The kind that made her breathe in sharply and hug his neck tighter like she was trying to merge into his existence.

Elena rolled her eyes and started the car. “So we’re feeding Miss Tessa’s capitalism addiction today. Noted.”

The ride began, the city lights passing in a blur as Parker absentmindedly checked the last system notification.

[Spend $200,000! Earned $2,000,000 cashback!]

Not bad. He pulled up his account balance.

[$31.279B] His lip curled. Money was such a joke to him now. After all, he’d just blown $10 billion on system points.

Ten. Fucking. Billion.

Money that could fund entire countries, build cities from scratch, erase someone’s entire bloodline if he really felt like it. And yet here he was, chilling, unbothered, arms wrapped around Tessa like he hadn’t just burned enough cash to make Wall Street itself shed a tear.

Why worry?

He was going to make a hundred times that before the week was even over and it was starting tonight. He was planning to spend billions tonight. His fingers were twitching to swipe a card endless.

The number didn’t even faze him. It was just… paper. Hell, if he was feeling generous, he could wipe his ass with it. That’s the kind of power money like this brought.

Money that could fund entire countries, build cities from scratch, or—if he really wanted to—erasing someone’s bloodline like it was some shitty mess he could just delete with a swipe. But, right now? He was just chilling. Completely unbothered, arms wrapped around Tessa like he wasn’t just about to burn enough cash to make Wall Street cry itself to sleep.

He leaned back into the couch, looking more like a kid who’d just pocketed the last candy bar than a billionaire who could probably buy an entire country.

And it was true. Why worry? Worry was for people who had to balance their checkbooks. For people who thought “going broke” meant less avocado toast. He didn’t even need to think about the money—he was swimming in it.

Hell, he could start a new currency, call it Parker-bucks, and people would probably buy into it.

Money was everywhere. People always wanted something—grants, deals, mergers. He could play the game all day, and it wouldn’t even break a sweat. Hell, he could probably buy a seat at the table with the gods if he really felt like it.

But instead? He was here, chillin’ on a ride to spend more, with his arms wrapped around a girl who didn’t need to know how much of the world he owned. Who didn’t need to know that, while the world spent its time stressing over bills, he could make ten billion dollars disappear like a goddamn magic trick, just to prove a point.