Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

The final Chapter opened with humanity standing alone.

The vampires were gone. The werewolves were gone. The demihumans were gone. The True Humans were gone.

For the first time since the beginning of recorded history, ordinary mankind stood as the sole dominant race upon Earth.

Yet according to the book, humanity’s first emotion had not been triumph.

It had been fear. The vanished races had not been defeated. They had not been conquered. They had not been exterminated. No great war had been won. No final battle had been fought.

No victorious banner had been raised over fallen enemies.

The vampires had simply disappeared. The werewolves had simply disappeared. The demihumans had simply disappeared.

And the strongest among humanity had disappeared alongside them.

That distinction mattered. Because what had been defeated could remain defeated. But what had vanished could return.

Fragments of ancient records survived from the centuries immediately following the Night of Vanishing.

Though incomplete, they preserved one uncomfortable truth.

The surviving cultivators never believed the supernatural races were truly gone forever. Only absent. And absence, unlike death, could end.

Many among the hidden world feared that if the vampires, werewolves, and demihumans ever returned while humanity remained weak, the balance of power that had governed the Age of Dao would reassert itself.

Humanity would once again find itself at the bottom of the hierarchy.

As Qi continued to fade and cultivation became increasingly impossible, mankind searched for another path.

Unable to master Heaven, humanity turned toward mastering the world itself.

Thus began the Age of Progress.

The book described the rise of modern civilization from a perspective Stan had never encountered before. Technology advanced at a pace unprecedented in human history. Kingdoms became nations. Nations became industrial powers. Industry gave birth to science. Science gave birth to machines.

Machines gave birth to a civilization whose scale would have seemed impossible during the Age of Dao.

Human populations exploded. Cities spread across continents. Roads connected nations. Railways reshaped economies. Ships conquered oceans. Aircraft conquered the skies. Satellites conquered near-Earth space.

Humanity multiplied into the billions and extended its reach into nearly every corner of the planet.

Yet the book argued that this transformation was not entirely what modern historians believed it to be.

A passage near the center of the Chapter was emphasized.

Many later historians would claim that modern civilization was born from ambition.

The surviving records suggest otherwise.

It was born from fear.

Stan found himself reading more slowly.

Fear that the vampires might return. Fear that the werewolves might emerge once more. Fear that the demihuman clans might reclaim the world they once shared. Fear that humanity would again stand powerless before forces it could not match.

The book did not claim that ordinary people understood this fear. Most did not. Most never learned the truth.

But institutions remembered. Great Families with history that went way back remembered. The hidden world remembered. And memory shaped decisions.

Across the centuries, technology became humanity’s answer to cultivation. Its substitute, its shield and its weapon.

The more Stan read, the stranger the perspective became. He thought about every military breakthrough in modern history.

Every classified weapons program. Every technological race between rival nations. Every massive infrastructure project.

The industrial revolution. The arms race. The nuclear age. The space race. The information age. The relentless acceleration of civilization itself.

The book’s interpretation cast all of it in a different light. Less like the natural ambition of an advancing species. And more like the behavior of a survivor preparing for a future threat.

A civilization building defenses against an enemy it could not be certain was gone.

For the first time, Stan found himself wondering whether humanity’s greatest achievement was not progress itself, but preparation.

He eventually reached the final page of the Chapter.

Only a single passage remained. It occupied the center of the page. Nothing else accompanied it.

No explanation. No footnotes. No elaboration. Just a final observation.

’Yet despite humanity’s achievements, one place remained largely untouched.’

Stan frowned slightly. He continued reading.

’One continent remained isolated.’

’One continent remained unexplained.’

’Despite it’s technology one continent was hard for humanity’s approach’

A strange feeling stirred in the back of his mind. Then came the final sentence.

’That place was later called Antarctica.’

Stan stopped. For several seconds, he simply stared at the page.

The Chapter ended there. No explanation followed. No context. No answers. Just a name.

A single frozen continent sitting at the bottom of the world.

Yet somehow, after everything he had just read, the mention of Antarctica felt less like geography and more like a warning.

He read the line again. He read it a third time.

Then he closed the book slowly and set it down on the kitchen counter beside the elixir and the pill.

’Antarctica.’

He stared at the cover of the book, Introduction to Earth, a plain navy hardback with no author listed, and felt the small, unmistakable click of a pattern locking into place somewhere at the back of his mind.

The book had been compiled by the system. Of that, he was now certain.

Everything about its language, its structure, its careful selection of information, its abrupt ending, all of it pointed toward the same conclusion. This was not a work of independent scholarship. It was a curated primer. The system had chosen exactly what to include and exactly how much to reveal.

And it had ended the book on Antarctica. The implication was not subtle. The system was pointing him there.

Whatever lay in Antarctica, whatever the book had implied with that single, deliberately unfinished sentence, was the next thing he was supposed to investigate. Or, at the very least, the next thing he was supposed to know about.

He thought about the modern public understanding of Antarctica. The official narrative. The international treaty system that designated the continent as a scientific preserve. The scattered research stations buried across the ice.

He thought about the strange persistence with which Antarctica appeared in conspiracy theories of every variety, ancient cities, hidden bases, secret programs, unexplained anomalies, restricted zones.

He thought about how easily he had dismissed those stories in the past. And he thought about how differently they sat with him now.

’Was there something hidden in Antarctica?’

He had more questions than answers.

The book had given him only the shape of the question, not its solution. He had half expected that once he finished reading, everything would click into place. Instead, all he had gained were even more mysteries.

Yet for the first time since the system had activated two weeks ago, Stan Harrison felt that he was beginning to understand, in broad strokes, in dim outline, what he had actually been pulled into.

He was not simply the beneficiary of a wealth-generating system. He was not an unusual young man who had been handed money and strength by a benevolent voice in his head.

He was a participant in something far larger than that.

Something that, according to the book in front of him, had been quietly shaping the world for thousands of years.

He sat at the kitchen counter for a long moment.

The bronze pill caught the morning sunlight streaming through the window. The jade elixir glimmered faintly within its small glass bottle. The book lay closed beside them, its navy cover blank and patient.

The morning had begun with him leaving Maya and Sophie after having breakfast with them, then breakfast with Amelia.

Now It was ending with the realization that he was no longer living in the world he had thought he was living in.

He let out a slow breath.

”Antarctica.”

He spoke the word quietly to the empty apartment. It did not feel like a destination yet. It felt like a thread. But for now, the thread was enough.

He picked up the pill in his right hand and the bottle in his left.

The book had told him what kind of world he was living in. It had not told him how to use the tools the system had given him.

Fortunately, that part seemed straightforward.

The descriptions of both treasures had been clear. More importantly, the system had done nothing but help him since its arrival. It had given him opportunities, resources, and knowledge that had already transformed his life.

There was always risk in the unknown. But this did not feel reckless. It felt like the next step.

Stan studied the bronze pill for a moment longer, then glanced at the jade elixir.

Whatever happened next, he suspected there would be no turning back afterward.