The SSS-Rank cashback billionaire system: Building wealth!-Chapter 9: Red Panda casino

Solomon successfully defeated the default user by finding a way and jumping on his head, his feet crushing the skull beneath. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Just like that, the creature was dead and gone.

[Mission Complete]

> Completion Rate: 100%

> Enemy energy transferring to you...

> 60% of energy transferred...

> 80%...

> 100% energy transferred.

> System upgrade activated.

> The system has received the maximum amount of Soul Coin energy—enough to initiate an upgrade.

The system is gathering energy.

Initiating 28-hour sleep mode for full upgrade...

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"Congratulations, Host.

The SSS-RANK Cashback Billionaire System has ascended from Level 1 Tier to Level 2."

...

The system could upgrade.

Solomon never thought it could—he believed SSS-RANK was the maximum. Even when the system mentioned upgrades before, he never took it seriously. That was supposed to be the limit.

"28 hours of sleep," Solomon muttered to himself,

His mind wandering—what would he do while the system slept?

No missions.

No more life-threatening stakes placed on his head or his family.

Peace... for 28 hours.

But just as he relaxed, the system’s voice echoed in his mind again:

[New Mission Alert]

The host must carry out this task while the system is offline.

Mission: Build a Business

Business must reach at least Tier 1

Must generate 100% passive income for the host

Mission Duration: 28 hours

Failure Consequence: Your grandma develops lung cancer (currently incurable at this low-grade world level).

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Solomon’s eye twitched.

Speak of the devil, and it appears.

There was no way he’d let anything happen to his grandma.

He asked the system, "Can I reject the mission?"

"No, Host. You might as well ask me to unbind from you—and take you back to the moment when the hitmen were about to kill you."

Threatening and malicious—that’s what the system was. Solomon had already figured that out.

This wasn’t some cheat code like in the novelkisss Laura read and told him about.

No, this system was here for his blood, his success—or his downfall.

And he needed to put in ten times the effort just to keep up with it.

...

"By the way, tell me how to turn back into a human," Solomon asked.

Dom had noticed it earlier, when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

He definitely wasn’t in love with his appearance—

Totally inhuman.

He had been walking around in this form for such a long time.

[Figure it out yourself,] the system said, leaving Solomon to fend for himself.

---

"What a nice system. This thing is so kind to me," Solomon muttered sarcastically, a vein popping on his forehead.

He stared at his reflection for 28 seconds, never once considering the simple idea:

Close your eyes. Imagine yourself in human form.

As he closed his eyes and focused only on his original appearance—his true physical form—

Time slowed.

Then it ended.

Solomon opened his eyes.

He was back.

Back to his normal self.

...

"Business... Start a business? I’m just a college student," Solomon said aloud.

"I feel like some damn old man because of this system... haha, this is a damn trap!

I don’t even have a moment—no, a cent—in my wallet to start a business!"

...

[ $7,000 has been loan-credited to the host’s wallet ]

Wallet Balance: $7,000.89

Loan Interest: 500% return required

Failure to meet the interest rate will result in the host being crippled.

"System, I can give you my future generations if you want. Should I cut it off right now for you?"

He was half-joking—but if the system said yes, then he’d know for sure that it was just a foe all along.

"Creep," he heard from the system.

A vein bulged on Solomon’s forehead as he imagined:

Between humans and the system... who’s really the creep here?

Especially with its menacing punishments for failed missions.

"Time to go to class before some troublemakers find me here," he muttered.

"My mood’s not great. I don’t want to do something that’ll get me suspended."

Turning to leave for class, Solomon paused.

The place was a mess—

Blood everywhere.

The blood of the Default User.

That bastard gave him a hard time.

Images flashed in Solomon’s mind.

Sighing, he walked away like none of it had anything to do with him.

In situations like this, when questions start flying,

You just say "No."

No evidence.

No connection.

Who would be crazy enough to believe in the supernatural in this world anyway?

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Later...

"Grandson, I made all this for you. What do you think? Some nice soy chicken!"

Solomon stared at the bowl of food in front of him.

He hesitated—his grandma was being really kind today.

Usually, she was reserved with food portions, but today she had gone all out.

"I know you’re confused, dear, but you’ve become the breadwinner of this family. Grandma wants to reward you."

"Breadwinner now?!"

What was she trying to say?

That he hadn’t been providing before?

That their family had been going nowhere because of his simple goals?

Solomon didn’t want to think too deeply about it.

His face tightened into a frown—because he already knew the answer.

"What’s wrong, dear? Why the frown?"

"What frown? I’m fine, Grandma."

His grandmother had always been kind... and she was good at noticing when something was off.

"By the way, your sister said she’s not coming home today. She’s going to stay over and cover the night shift."

"The little one is with me. I’m worried."

"Midnight work?" Solomon asked, frowning.

"Yes."

Solomon’s mind couldn’t stay calm. His instincts kicked in.

Being outside at night wasn’t safe—especially not for someone like his sister.

She was too innocent for the shady things that happened in the dark.

Though older than him, Moshe was naïve... except for one incident.

One mistake that had left a mark—one she let ruin her.

Without wasting time, Solomon quickly shoveled several spoonfuls of food into his mouth, then stood up from his seat and said to his grandmother:

"I’ll go check on Yuvia first."

"Why? It’s just work."

"You wouldn’t understand, Grandma."

His grandma stayed silent, standing there as she watched him walk away.

...

Wet with the soaking rain, Solomon looked left.

A man was smoking in the corner.

He looked further—

A gun lay on the ground, resting like a beauty in the shadows.

"A casino? What a perfect place to ’work’ at. Nice..."

Solomon frowned and walked inside, not caring about the many eyes that locked onto him like a predator watching prey.

"Brother!"