Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

Stan opened the system shop and waited as the interface loaded.

The catalog had refreshed. The clean, empty display he had glimpsed earlier had expanded into a far more extensive inventory, neatly organized into layered categories. Every item was accompanied by a brief description, a summary of its intended use, and a price listed in system points.

He started reading through the entries.

[SYSTEM SHOP]

[Cultivation Manuals]

The first category was, predictably, the largest.

The system had stocked an extensive collection of cultivation techniques drawn, if the descriptions were to be believed, from the libraries of ancient sects. The catalog was neatly organized according to traditional classifications, ranging from relatively common manuals to techniques of extraordinary rarity.

Stan scrolled through them with the careful attention of a man less interested in buying than in understanding the scope of what the system was offering.

The lower-tier manuals cost one or two system points. They bore names such as Iron Body Heart Sutra (a basic body-tempering technique), Five Elements Foundation Manual (an entry-level elemental cultivation primer), and Bright Lotus Breathing Method (a meditative qi-circulation framework). Each entry included a concise annotation detailing its era of origin, its grade within the old sect classification systems, and the estimated time a practitioner would typically require to achieve a meaningful cultivation breakthrough.

The mid-tier offerings ranged from three to six system points. Their names were considerably grander: Nine Yang Tempering Sutra, Heaven Splitting Sword Intent Manual, and Verdant Mountain Body-Forging Technique. Their descriptions promised dramatically greater power, though several carried warnings that improper comprehension could lead to serious cultivation deviations.

At the very top of the cultivation manual section sat a single entry priced at ten system points, the highest cost Stan had encountered anywhere in the shop.

He lingered on it.

[Heaven-Severing Primordial Origin Sutra]

A peak cultivation technique attributed to the founding patriarch of the lost Primordial Origin Sect. Said to encompass the unity of all elements, the cycle of creation and destruction, and the path from mortal flesh to Severed-Heaven Ascension. Practitioners who reach its higher realms are reputed to transcend the very constraints of the world. Comprehension requires Qi affinity beyond the mortal threshold.

[Cost: 10 System Points.]

Stan studied the description in silence.

The name alone sounded like a parody of every cultivation novel he had ever read.

’Heaven-Severing.’

’Primordial Origin.’

’Severed-Heaven Ascension.’

On the surface, it was exactly the sort of impossibly overpowered technique a novice web novelist might invent to give their protagonist an absurd advantage. Except this was not a novel.

This was the system’s shop, and in the weeks since its activation, it had given him no reason to question the authenticity of anything it presented.

If the ’Heaven-Severing Primordial Origin Sutra’ occupied the very pinnacle of the shop’s cultivation manuals, then it was almost certainly exactly what its name claimed to be: a supreme technique from an age when methods like this had truly existed.

He sighed and moved on to the next category.

[Tempering Techniques]

This section was much smaller, containing only six items priced between two and seven system points. Unlike the cultivation manuals, these were not complete cultivation systems but specialized refinement methods, techniques designed to strengthen specific aspects of the body between major cultivation breakthroughs.

’Nine-Forge Marrow Cleansing Technique.’

’Frostfire Sinew Tempering.’

’Stellar Bone Resonance Method.’

Each description promised dramatic improvements to the body, but every one of them came with the same prerequisite: a sufficient reserve of Qi to perform the tempering process.

Stan continued scrolling, entering the...

[Weapons section]

The weapons section caught his attention next.

The system offered an impressive arsenal of cold steel: swords, spears, daggers, sabers, halberds, and a variety of more exotic weapons, each bearing names that practically radiated lethality.

’Phoenix Cry Saber.’

’Riversong Twin Blades.’

’Silent Star Spear.’

Their descriptions promised extraordinary sharpness, nearly indestructible construction, and the ability to channel and amplify Qi-based weapon arts. Prices ranged from two to eight system points.

Stan lingered on the section for a moment before scrolling past.

The weapons were undeniably cool. The thirteen-year-old version of him would have been completely enthralled.

The current version was considerably more practical.

In a modern world dominated by firearms, ballistic armor, drones, precision-guided missiles, and countless other forms of advanced weaponry, what exactly was he supposed to do with a Phoenix Cry Saber? Walk into a gunfight carrying a sword?

The romance of cold steel had a habit of ending the moment someone pulled out a nine-millimeter handgun, never mind military-grade hardware.

There was an even more fundamental issue.

Like the cultivation manuals, every weapon relied on Qi to unlock its true capabilities.

He possessed Qi, a limited reserve left behind by the Bone-Tempering Pill and the Jade Purity Elixir, but there was no ambient Qi in the modern world. Ancient cultivators had replenished themselves by absorbing spiritual energy from their surroundings. He couldn’t.

Whatever Qi he currently possessed was all he had.

Using it to empower a weapon in a firefight would only drain a resource he had no reliable way of recovering.

With that thought, he moved on to the next category.

[Pills and Elixirs]

The consumables section was enormous.

Bone-Tempering Pills, Marrow-Cleansing Pills, Soul-Strengthening Pills, Qi Condensation Pills, Qi Replenishment Pills, healing elixirs, breakthrough catalysts, longevity tonics, an entire pharmacopoeia of medicinal treasures straight out of the cultivation novels he had spent years reading. Except now they were no longer fiction. They were items he could acquire at the appropriate cost.

Prices ranged from one to nine system points, with the more potent medicines clustered toward the upper end of the scale.

The Bone-Tempering Pill he had consumed earlier that day was listed at three system points.

The Jade Purity Elixir cost four.

Higher-grade variants of both were also available.

’Greater Bone-Tempering Pill.’

’Heavenly Jade Purity Elixir.’

They were priced at six and seven system points respectively, each accompanied by a note explaining that their effects scaled with the practitioner’s existing cultivation foundation rather than providing a fixed increase.

Stan committed the prices to memory before continuing through the catalog.

Then he saw it.

[Inventory Item]

The listing sat in a category of its own, tucked off to one side and priced at five system points.

[System Inventory, Personal Spatial Storage]

[A pocket dimension keyed to the user’s spiritual signature. Capacity equivalent to four standard football fields. Items stored within experience no decay, no temperature variation, and no environmental effects. Retrieval and deposit operate via mental command and require no Qi expenditure on the user’s part.] [Permanent acquisition.] [One-time cost: 5 system points.]

Stan stopped scrolling.

He read the description once. Then a second time. A pocket dimension.

The sort of spatial storage that had occupied countless pages of the cultivation novels he had devoured over the years. Storage rings. Spatial bags. Bottomless repositories that allowed people to carry entire libraries, armories, and fortunes without the slightest inconvenience.

He had seen the concept so often that it had become little more than a genre cliché.

The system was offering him one.

More importantly, the description explicitly stated that depositing and retrieving items required no Qi expenditure. The inventory functioned through the system’s own underlying mechanisms, drawing on whatever power source sustained the system itself.

He could use it freely, no matter how depleted his own Qi reserves became.

The implications were obvious.

He could carry the Introduction to Earth book without physically transporting it. The Bone-Tempering Pill. The Jade Purity Elixir. Future cultivation manuals. Weapons, if he ever decided to buy them. Cash. Valuables.

Anything that fit inside. All instantly accessible with a single thought.

For five system points.

He didn’t hesitate. Opening his banking app, he willed another conversion.

Five billion dollars vanished from his account in a clean, instantaneous transaction.

[System Points: +5]

He spent them immediately.

[Purchase confirmed.]

[System Inventory unlocked.]

A faint warmth blossomed behind his sternum, subtle enough that he almost missed it. It lingered for only a heartbeat before fading, leaving behind an inexplicable sense that something had attached itself to his very being.

His spatial storage.

Stan’s gaze drifted to the empty Jade Purity Elixir bottle still resting on the kitchen counter.

He focused on it.

Store.

The bottle vanished. Not faded nor dissolved. It simply ceased to exist in the physical world.

He instinctively checked his Qi reserve. It was unchanged. Not even the slightest fluctuation.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Retrieve.

The bottle materialized in his palm with effortless immediacy. Cool glass settled naturally into his hand, as though it had never been anywhere else.

”It still feels surreal,” he murmured to the empty kitchen. ”Doing things like this so casually.”

He repeated the process twice more.

Store!

Retrieve!!

Store!!!

Retrieve!!!!

Each activation was flawless. Instantaneous. Effortless.

The system’s spatial storage worked exactly as advertised.

Satisfied, Stan set the bottle back on the counter and turned his attention to the second item that had caught his eye.