380 Million

Still caught in the whirlwind of astonishment, Seyi found himself thinking out loud, almost unable to believe what he was witnessing, "You mean to say that you want to purchase this wrecked, armored G Wagon, with its body riddled with bullet holes, its bonnet and roof crushed, and its engine in a state of total condemnation?" Seyi couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of J. Cole's decision. His voice held a mix of disbelief and admiration as he repeated the description of the dilapidated vehicle.

"Exactly!" J. Cole replied, his certainty transcending the bounds of reason. His unwavering decisiveness had turned the narrative on its head, and he was fully committed to this audacious venture. The room crackled with the electrifying energy of an unexpected turning point, leaving Seyi and the specter of doubt in its wake.

Seyi, the manager, could hardly believe what he was witnessing. The audacity of J. Cole's decision was nothing short of astounding. As he accepted the card, he couldn't help but marvel at the man standing before him, ready to breathe life back into a car that had faced the brink of oblivion.

Overwhelmed by curiosity and admiration, Seyi finally voiced the burning question on his mind, his voice filled with wonder, "Who are you?"

....

An hour later, J. Cole strolled out of the auto parts warehouse, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He had made a momentous decision that day. Not only had he acquired two utterly wrecked vehicles, but he had also secured a rental garage in town, marking the beginning of his extraordinary mission.

As he settled into his car, he closely followed the car hauler that transported his newly acquired treasures. Within just 30 minutes, they reached their destination, a discreet and private garage that would soon become the birthplace of transformation.

With precision and care, the vehicles were smoothly settled into their new home. As the hauling team departed, J. Cole handed a modest tip to the crew, a small token of appreciation for the journey that was about to unfold.

In the secluded privacy of the garage, J. Cole stood before the two battered cars, a smirk of anticipation playing on his lips. With unwavering purpose, he placed his hands on the vehicles. In a breathtaking flash, the cars vanished, setting the stage for a remarkable journey of rebirth and redemption.

(Mission Accomplished)

(Reward- Cleaning Bot)

"Interesting... My 380 million was well spent." J. Cole's tone showed the excitement and satisfaction that welled up within him. With a chuckle JCole reminisced on his experience at the dealers shop.

Although J. Cole's outward composure had remained unshaken as he confidently handed his Mechatron Black Card to the manager, Seyi. However, beneath that veneer of coolness, Young Thug had experienced a sudden jolt of surprise when the hologram displayed his debit alert. "A freaking Three Hundred and Eighty Million Naira!" An amount he had never even thought of earning back in his street hustle days. But In front of the watchful car parts dealers, he battled to suppress his emotions, presenting a facade of stoicism.

Yet, now that the system had tagged his mission as "accomplished," a wave of relief and satisfaction washed over him. He knew, without a doubt, that every emotion he had bottled up had been well worth it in the end.

J. Cole nodded and addressed the virtual interface, "So Cipher, display my finances." The room seemed to hold its breath as the numbers and details appeared, revealing the intricate web of expenses that made up his substantial wealth.

(Affirmative)

(Card one- 16 million naira)

(Black Card- Nil)

what ?

J. Cole was taken aback, and his calm demeanor shattered. He couldn't comprehend how this situation had unfolded. The document he had received clearly stated that he paid 350 million for the armored G-Wagon and 30 million for the Benz. Confusion and panic washed over him as he grappled with the realization that his funds had seemingly vanished.

He questioned his own sanity, wondering if he had somehow awakened from an illusion or dream. The specter of returning to his old life, with its curses, street fights, and battles for meaningless pride, loomed ominously.

However, a glimmer of hope flickered in his mind. "I can still feel a link to the system," he thought. "Cipher! I think you have some explaining to do. "

As J. Cole struggled to make sense of the situation, he couldn't help but comment wryly, "Watching your master go loko, Tuhh! What a lifesaver." His sarcastic thoughts reflected the tumultuous rollercoaster of emotions he was experiencing in this bewildering turn of events.

Series of Notification rained down..

[The mechatron system will only intervene in a life threatening situation]

[The Mechatron System is programmed to use available seed coins to maintain or repair all transmitters in the pocket space]

[The Mercedes-AMG GT 4 Door Coupe Transmitter will be completed within 72 hrs]

[The Modification of the Armoured G Wagon Transmitter failed due to insufficient seed coins]

Insufficient Seed coin?? he couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh! Just like an ATM machine now, huh!"

His initial disappointment swiftly transformed into introspection. "I should have known better than to let my hopes soar," he murmured under his breath, his head shaking in rueful self-awareness. "Now, I'm left with a 'mere' 16 million. Yet, considering my past when I had nothing, 16 million is a sum that can indeed pave a long and prosperous path... I should simply be grateful."

Jcole, known for his resilience, regained his composure. With emotions in check, he walked back to his car, a sleek Range Rover Sport. Determination burning in his eyes, he floored the accelerator,

Ringggg (mobile phone ringing)

J. Cole's mobile phone rang, and he promptly answered with a voice command, his deep and confident voice resonating. "Hello," he greeted.

The voice on the other end was alluring and seductive, causing a rush of naughty thoughts to flood through J. Cole's mind. He coughed to mask the awkward silence, his heart racing.

"When are you coming over?" the sultry voice inquired, its tone dripping with temptation.

"Share the location, and I'll be right there," J. Cole responded, his words tinged with anticipation.

"Good!" the seductive voice cooed, and just like that, the call ended.

J. Cole couldn't help but smile to himself as he reflected on the encounter. "How can a mature lady be so seductive?" he wondered, a hint of amusement and intrigue dancing in his thoughts.