A storm had passed, leaving the sky a dull gray. The wind carried a lingering chill as Zhao Yifen stood at the airport entrance, his heart pounding. The massive structure before him was a marvel of modern architecture—an intricate blend of steel and glass, towering like a gateway to another world. The transparent ceiling allowed sunlight to flood the spacious halls, illuminating the polished marble floors. Large LED screens displayed flight schedules, while automated check-in kiosks lined the walls. Travelers bustled about, dragging their suitcases, their hurried footsteps echoing through the vast terminal.
As Yifen stepped inside, the air was filled with a mix of airport announcements, the beeping of security scanners, and the distant hum of departing planes. He clutched his bag tightly. This was it—the beginning of a new life.
A translucent blue window appeared before his eyes.
> System Notification:
"A ticket to the First World and a three-year study temporary visa permit have been issued."
Yifen's eyes widened. "So I can go to the First World… for three years?"
> "Host can live there without worry. The system can ensure your stay indefinitely."
Yifen smirked. "When's the flight taking off?"
> "It's a private plane. Host does not need to worry."
His brows furrowed. "Didn't the batch already leave?"
> "Host can depart at any time. No need to be tense."
Yifen exhaled and made his way toward the private boarding area.
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The Airport Security Check
The private jet terminal had its own exclusive section, far removed from the noisy public boarding gates. The walls were sleek, adorned with gold-trimmed panels, and the air smelled of luxury—polished wood and expensive cologne.
As Yifen approached the checkpoint, a peculiar sight caught his eye—floating numbers above some people's heads.
> [Level 3] - Guard (1/3 bar filled)
[Level 3] - Guard (1/2 bar filled)
He blinked. "I can see their levels?"
> "Host can only see Awakeners whose levels are significantly lower than his own."
A female security guard, her uniform crisp and professional, stepped forward. Unlike the others, no number floated above her head.
"Stop," she said firmly. "This is the entrance for private planes. Public flights board from counters 1-7."
Yifen remained calm. "I'm taking a private plane."
A soft chuckle came from behind him. He turned slightly to see a young woman in designer clothing smirking at him.
"Him? Taking a private jet?" she whispered to her companion.
The guard raised an eyebrow. "Sir, may I check your documents?"
Yifen handed over his visa and ticket. A few seconds later, she straightened her posture and returned them.
"Apologies, sir. Enjoy your journey."
The woman behind him muttered in disbelief, "Wow… he looks poor, but he's flying private?"
> [Host has received +2 Hearts.]
Yifen frowned. "Why can't I see the levels of some guards?"
> "Host's level is too low to view high-level individuals."
His gaze flickered toward the boarding passage, but before he could take another step—
"He owns a plane that travels to different worlds? I thought it was just a regular jet!"
Yifen turned to see a well-dressed man eyeing him with curiosity.
(I shouldn't waste this chance. I should say hello.)
The man stepped forward. "Hi."
Yifen nodded. "Hello."
"Where are you from?"
Yifen kept his response brief. "From here. Sorry, I have to go. I'm getting late."
The man's face darkened slightly. "Heh, a poor guy flying a high-end jet? I own one too, but I'm from the Fifth World while he's from the Seventh." He scoffed. "Who does he think he is?"
Yifen ignored him and walked toward his plane.
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Onboard the Private Jet
The air hostess greeted him with a dazzling smile. "Welcome aboard, sir."
Yifen nodded. "Hello."
The interior was pure luxury—plush leather seats, a crystal-clear entertainment panel, and an ambient golden glow from the overhead lights. He settled into his seat, letting out a small sigh.
A few minutes later, a stewardess approached. "Sir, do you need anything?"
"No, thanks."
Near the cabin, two air hostesses whispered.
"Aww, look at him."
"He's sooo cute."
The first one sighed dreamily. "He's the prince of my dreams."
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10 Hours Later…
The same two stewardesses sat in the lounge area, giggling over a phone screen.
"Hey, did you take a picture?"
"Yeah! He was sooo handsome while sleeping."
"Send it to me!"
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19 Hours Later – Arrival
A calm voice echoed through the cabin.
"This is your captain speaking. We have arrived at our destination."
Yifen stretched, rubbing his eyes as he stepped off the plane. The airport here was even more extravagant than the one back home—massive glass domes, sleek futuristic structures, and floating holographic advertisements.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, he made his way toward the currency exchange counter.
"Host does not need to exchange currency. The system automatically converts it according to the local economy."
Yifen paused. "What's the exchange rate?"
> "1 First World Dollar = 1,000,000 Seventh World Dollars."
His eyes widened. "That much difference?! That means my 10 million is only… 10 dollars here?"
> "Host need not worry. You have the system. Open your wealth window."
Yifen hesitated before saying, "Open Wealth Window."
A golden screen appeared before him. His breath caught in his throat.
> [Wealth: 999,999,999,999,999 First World Currency]
His hands trembled. "Is this real…?"
A new notification popped up.
> "It's a prrrraaaank!"
Yifen's face darkened. "System!"