"Wow, rude much?"

A shrill female voice snapped Alexander Green back to reality. He rubbed his temples lightly, trying to shake off the lingering dizziness.

In the very next second, a surge of unfamiliar information flooded into his mind, momentarily disorienting him.

It took him a moment to process what was going on.

Apparently, he'd somehow ended up in another world. And in this life, he was just a security guard working in a big city.

Right now, he was in a café, awkwardly sitting across from a woman on a blind date.

Fiona Cooper sat with her arms crossed and a face full of impatience. Her eyes scanned him from head to toe, clearly unimpressed by his plain clothes. She snorted.

"I'm only still here because your face barely qualifies as decent. So, what is it that you do?"

"I'm a security guard," Alexander admitted after a slight pause.

"A security guard?" Fiona sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "So do you even own a car? A house? Got at least a million in the bank?"

Her rapid-fire questions didn’t shake him. He simply shook his head. "None of that."

With a loud smack, Fiona slammed her hand on the table. "Seriously? Coming to a blind date with nothing to offer? What a waste of my time! Guys like you really have no idea of your worth!"

She snatched up her Chanel bag from the back of her chair, clearly ready to leave.

“Ding! Life Winner System activated!”

A robotic voice echoed in Alexander’s head, making him freeze.

“Random Mission Triggered: Encounter with a Gold Digger on a Blind Date”

“Option 1: Call her out — Reward: Ferrari LaFerrari and elite-level driving skills.”

“Option 2: Be honest and heartfelt — Reward: +100 affection points.”

Without hesitation, Alexander went for the first choice.

“Hold up.”

Just as Fiona turned to leave, he spoke up.

"What now? I’ve got better things to do," Fiona huffed, swinging her designer bag with disdain.

Alexander looked calm, unfazed. “Dating is supposed to be about getting to know each other.”

"Since we sat down, all you've done is ask about my job, my house, my car, my money. You haven’t even bothered asking my name. If all you care about is money, shouldn’t we talk about what you bring to the table?"

"You—how dare you, you broke nobody!" Fiona's face flushed red, her voice shrill with rage.

Alexander didn’t budge. His voice was cool. “You're average-looking, your figure’s nothing special. You talk about money non-stop—what else could it be but chasing rich guys?"

“Flashy cars and mansions? Do you even have what it takes to deserve that? Maybe take a good look at yourself first.”

Fiona stood there stunned, face like thunder, her finger trembling as she pointed at him. “You...you...”

“I’m not wasting another breath on a gold-digging faker like you.”

Fuming, she stomped her foot and stormed off toward the café door.

Right then, the system’s mechanical voice chimed in again.

“Mission Complete. Reward incoming…”

“Reward delivered. Please check your inventory.”

Suddenly, Alexander felt an influx of knowledge—complex driving techniques locked into his brain like muscle memory.

He reached into his pocket and found something unexpected.

It was a sleek, silver car key—its polished metal surface glinting coldly, a symbol of status he now owned.

With the key in his palm and a spark in his eyes, he glanced toward the exit.Through the spotless glass window, Alexander Green’s eyes were instantly drawn to the jaw-dropping supercar parked across the street.

The sleek, fiery-red body sparkled under the sunlight, its smooth curves like flowing water. The oversized rear wing and distinctive wheel design screamed speed and power. Just looking at it sent a rush of excitement through Alexander.

Meanwhile, outside the café, Fiona Cooper was fuming, stomping her foot in frustration.

"Tch! A damn security guard dares talk back to me?"

She muttered angrily while waiting for her ride. "Someone like him? He’s nothing more than a doorman for life."

Right as she was ranting, a flash of red on the opposite side of the street caught her eye and froze her in place.

That supercar—it just sat there, quietly shining like a luxury trophy. It didn’t need to roar to show off; its presence alone was enough.

Passersby quickly gathered around.

"Oh my god! Isn’t that a Ferrari LaFerrari?"

"These go for what, over twenty million?"

"That’s gotta be someone loaded."

"I’m taking a pic—that’s instant clout right there!"

The chatter buzzed nonstop, and everyone’s gaze locked on the exotic car.

Snapping out of her daze, Fiona rushed across the street.

"Excuse me, coming through!"

She squeezed into the crowd surrounding the car. Seeing her approach, people began to whisper.

"Wait, is that her car?"

"No way—seriously?"

"For real? She's young and rich? Total goddess."

"Hey, miss, mind if I get your number?"

Standing next to the car, Fiona soaked in the admiration like it was perfume. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stood a bit taller.

Inside, a wild thought popped into her head: “If only this beauty really belonged to me.”

She quickly pulled out her phone and started posing next to the car, snapping away like crazy.

For a moment, the crowd looked confused. Then, they burst into laughter.

“Haha wow… she fooled us for a sec.”

“Almost had me thinking she owned that thing.”

“Mind if I take a turn after you, beauty?”

“Careful not to touch it—this thing costs more than a house.”

Alexander stood at the edge of the crowd, car key in hand, both amused and helpless.

So many people had gathered, he felt awkward just walking up and unlocking the car.

"Sorry, can I get through, please?"

He raised his voice a bit.

Annoyed stares turned his way.

"Yeah, okay, what’s this got to do with you?"

"Seriously, man, dressed like that? No way it’s your ride."

"Chill, wait your turn like the rest of us."

"Exactly. Don’t cut the line."

Alexander just gave a faint shake of the head and began moving forward.

Fiona was in full influencer mode, striking one pose after another, shutter clicks echoing nonstop.

"Mind getting out of the way?"

Alexander said with a slight frown.

Fiona glanced up from her phone, clearly annoyed. "Oh great, it’s you again. What, can’t wait to take your own selfie? Then line up."

Without a word, Alexander pulled out the key, tapped the hood gently, and said calmly, "This is my car. I’m leaving now. Please move."

She froze. Then recovered with a loud, sarcastic laugh. "You? You’re saying *this* is your car? Please, your monthly salary probably can’t even buy a tire!"

The onlookers burst into low chuckles, waiting to see how the scene would play out.

Unfazed, Alexander pressed the key.

Beep-beep.

The LaFerrari let out a crisp chime.

Click.

The scissor doors lifted smoothly, elegant and sharp—like wings ready to take flight.