Interview 1

Ebilade lay sprawled on his bed, his body half-covered by rumpled sheets, the faint golden rays of the morning sun filtering through the blinds and casting a soft glow across his room. The warmth against his skin stirred him awake, and he blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. His mind still foggy, he rubbed his eyes, stretching lazily as he let the quiet morning seep into his senses.

Then, a familiar chime echoed in his mind, cutting through the calm silence. The soft sound sharpened his focus, and he blinked, his body instantly alert. With a small smirk, he sat up, already anticipating what the system prompt would bring. It was a new week—meaning the rewards would be massive.

He shifted, leaning back against the headboard, his gaze narrowing with interest as the system's panel appeared in his mind's eye, the words floating just before him.

[Sign-In Rewards Claimed for the New Week]

$250,000 in currency deposited directly to the host's account