The SSS-Rank cashback billionaire system: Building wealth!-Chapter 21: box opening

Solomon reached for the blind box—the middle one.

The box glowed while hovering in the air. Finally, it floated down toward Solomon. Then the box opened automatically.

Solomon stared at what the system had brought him. Within the box lay an ID card of an individual.

**Contents of the ID card:**

- Name: Dylan Newton

- Age: 21

- Citizen Class: A-Class

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Solomon frowned, looking at this item. He turned to the system.

"What is this? What do I have to do with this? This is the special gift you’re giving me?"

The system’s cold, mechanical voice answered him in text:

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[THIS IS A VALUABLE ITEM]

[VALUABLE REWARD GIVEN TO HOST]

[YOU SHOULD ACCEPT IT]

```

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C-Class citizens showed off their world like they were the arrogant, wealthy people of society. Meanwhile, A-Class—it was a place no one from D-Class ever went. Solomon had never seen A-Class in his life. It was like a different world. A world he’d never dreamed he would see or visit.

Solomon couldn’t help but feel pissed.

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He took a deep breath and said to the system:

"I went through all that stress. Did all the missions. Spent money. Fulfilled everything. My brain is aching from all the calculations... and THIS is what I get? Would’ve been better if the reward was fancy clothes for my sisters than this. This looks totally useless and won’t benefit me in any way."

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The system’s cold, chilling voice didn’t answer. It felt like he was speaking to himself.

Solomon clenched his fist around the ID card, about to break it—

**[ALARM! ALARM! NEW MISSION ALERT!]**

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[MISSION OBJECTIVE: FIND CITIZEN DYLAN NEWTON]

[MISSION TASK: GO TO A-CLASS SECTOR AND HAND OVER ID TO DYLAN NEWTON]

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Solomon paused for a moment, processing what the system said.

Go to Dylan Newton’s place? That would mean going to an A-Class citizen area. It was a lot of trouble. A lot of effort.

What if the authorities found him? They’d mark him as suspicious. They’d wonder: *What is a D-Class citizen doing in A-Class territory?*

Can he successfully pass security? He had no business with that place. A-Class areas were highly supervised. No individual from another class could easily go there unless they had authorized business—and could prove it.

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[MISSION TIME LIMIT: 48 HOURS]

[MISSION BEGINS NOW]

[MISSION OBJECTIVE: ACCEPT OR REJECT?]

[NOTE: THE HOST CANNOT REJECT THIS MISSION]

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The system had decided everything. Solomon couldn’t reject it.

He calculated. Analyzed. Then decided to blindly obey the system.

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Another notification appeared:

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[ADDITIONAL REWARD IF MISSION COMPLETED:]

[40 BAGS OF RICE WILL BE GIVEN TO YOUR FAMILY]

[YOUR SISTERS WILL RECEIVE IT AS A "LOTTERY WIN"]

[THIS WILL BE THE REWARD IF YOU FULFILL THIS MISSION]

```

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Solomon paused.

He’d spent most of his money. Had some remaining. Who doesn’t like rewards that come with effort? It was better than nothing.

He couldn’t reject the mission anyway. So the reward was welcome. At least his family would have extra food stock.

Solomon sighed. Then got up.

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He secured the A-Class citizen ID card—**DYLAN NEWTON**—in his zipped pocket.

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He left his room.

"Grandma, I’m going out for a while."

His grandmother looked up. "You have a friend? Where will you be going? When will you be back?"

Solomon answered calmly. "I’m going to see a friend. I’ll be back in a while. You shouldn’t worry. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m already an adult."

Grandma sighed. "Okay. See you later. Come back early. Stay safe. Call me if anything happens."

Solomon nodded to his grandma and waved goodbye.

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He went to the train station.

Trains were the only route to travel through several city sectors. Regular buses and simple cars couldn’t easily reach higher-class areas. Other people used floating aircraft to travel between sectors.

But Solomon didn’t want to spend that much. Call it the definition of stingy. Affording air transport would swallow his entire wallet.

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"Which place are you going, young man?" the train station attendant asked.

"I’m going to A-Class Sector."

The man looked at Solomon up and down.

"A-Class, young man? The fare is 15,000 credits. That’s going through several routes."

Solomon immediately pulled out his card and handed it over.

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The man studied Solomon carefully.

Solomon had made sure to dress nicely first. Killing suspicion was priority number one. Dressing well when going to a higher-class area gave you more advantage than dressing shabby. You don’t want to appear like a criminal.

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The man smiled at Solomon.

"Young man... you’re clearly a big shot. Undercover or something? Someone important, at least."

Solomon didn’t answer. He entered the train.

> 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The train started moving.

Hours on the train. It was going to take long—more than an hour, definitely.

Solomon settled into his seat and waited.