"Miss Luna, we've just arrived," the driver announced, braking smoothly before an entrance so majestic that even angels would have been envious.
Luna adjusted her sunglasses, pushed the Rolls Royce door open with her little finger, and got out.
Before her, New York's new Tycoon Mansion rose like a modern cathedral dedicated to architectural obscenity.
She was gigantic, practically a living sculpture made of polished glass, dark steel, and marble as white as cursed snow.
"Okay... this mansion has more windows than neurons in Matthew's brain," Luna muttered, arching an eyebrow.
The main gate, automated with biometric sensors, opened with a soft chime of digital bells and revealed a view of a hanging garden with fountains shaped like golden dragons spewing aromatic steam.
The main entrance had ten spiral columns and a carpet that looked softer than the clouds of Valhalla.
As she walked in, accompanied by two impeccably uniformed robot-people, Luna simply… gaped.
Rooms with 15-meter ceilings, lamps that imitated constellations, sofas sculpted by futuristic designers.
Floating crystal stairs led to the second floor, and the elevator was covered in platinum sheets.
A lone grand piano played soft jazz in the background.
"Huh," Luna said, touching the jasmine-scented wall, "the mansion smells like bored billionaire perfume. Perfect."
She had only taken four steps into the main hall when...
DRRNNN!
Her iPhone vibrated.
Incoming call from: Tesla Global Board of Directors. "We want to welcome our new shareholder..."
"Ah. Okay." Luna answered with a diplomatic smile.
Five minutes later... another connection.
Apple Investors HQ. "Ma'am, we're revamping the board and would like to schedule a meeting..."
Ten minutes later...
Netflix International. "We're excited to discuss creative possibilities..."
Soon came Amazon, Boeing, Microsoft, Blackstone, Meta, and even a Rothstein Galactic Corporation that she had never even heard of.
Luna was still trying to explore the corridor with futuristic Egyptian sculptures when...
TRRRIMMMMMMMM!
"FOR THE LOVE OF…!" Luna screamed, throwing her body back on the couch. "I'M ON MY HONEYMOON IN THIS MANSION, LET ME LIVE!"
She answered another call with the patience of a saint who decided to become a demon as a hobby.
"Luna speaking. If it's about stocks, leave an offering in the fireplace and forget about me for 24 hours."
When the twentieth call came in, Luna handed the iPhone to the robot butler with a deadly sigh. "Solve this. Cancel everything. Schedule it for... 2080, maybe. I don't know. Just let me EXIST."
The robot bowed and activated "CEO executive secretary" mode.
The cell phone was automatically synchronized with anti-annoyance filters and silent calls in diplomatic mode.
Silence.
Finally.
"Hallelujah... the world has fallen silent," Luna murmured, rising to her feet like a newly awakened goddess of patience.
Continuing through the mansion, she was presented with the sight of a three-story circular library, with bookshelves that moved automatically according to the user's thoughts.
Opposite, an obsidian door opened, revealing a heated indoor garden with blue flowers that glowed in sync.
Further along, there was a spa complete with robotic massage, a hologram room that simulated any location on the planet, and a private lounge with wines that cost more than some nations owed the IMF.
"Okay, mansion. You win. I love you," Luna said, smiling.
He stopped in front of a picture window overlooking Central Park and Manhattan. The sun touched the skyscrapers as if blessing them.
And for a moment, she wasn't a billionaire, she wasn't a fake heiress, nor the owner of a secret system.
She was just... Luna.
Rich. Beautiful. And, at the moment, dangerously tempted to open a bottle of champagne and toast alone.
She snapped her fingers and immediately one of the robot butlers approached with the bow of a ceremonial sommelier.
"Champagne. The most expensive. Let it shine like my eyes," Luna ordered, tossing her hair back dramatically. "And serve it in a glass that looks like an enchanted crystal goblet, not that glass that looks like a 19th-century lamp."
"Understood, miss."
Within minutes, Luna was walking barefoot and in shorts through the west wing of the mansion, a section she hadn't even fully explored yet. At the end of a hallway with automatic doors, she spotted the stylized neon sign:
Tycoon Gaming Lounge – No funny faces allowed.
"Oh, I wrote that? Brilliant," Luna muttered with a mischievous smile.
The door slid open and revealed a true paradise:
Four setups with ultrawide monitors, ergonomic gaming chairs with built-in massagers, acoustic walls with integrated RGB lights, and a side bar with imported energy drinks, gourmet snacks, and a holographic jukebox that played only epic soundtracks.
In the center, the crown jewel:
A custom supercomputer with specs so absurd that NASA probably wanted to clone it.
Luna sat in the chair like a queen on her throne, picked up the pink titanium headset, and, with a wink to herself in the monitor's reflection, murmured, "Time to shine, baby."
She turned on the setup, and the startup was faster than her temper with arrogant men.
Soon the League of Legends logo appeared on the screen with custom 3D effects.
Her old account appeared with the smiling Lux avatar—a little pixelated, a little outdated.
She had played years ago, during college, where she spent late nights between assignments, tears and unsuccessful ganks.
But now…
"New season, new era… new me," she said, typing in her password with a quiet laugh.
On the main screen, the message: "Welcome back, Summoner Luna. Season reset. Start your MD5 for placement."
"Calm down, Riot. Before that... skin shop."
Ah, that magic button.
She clicked. And the universe opened up before her.
Champion skins, seasonal events, limited collections...
And the best part: the account balance was linked to the Tycoon card.
"That's it. Today is the day. Today I'm buying what I always wanted and never could," he said, his eyes shining.
It went through the skins of Ahri, Evelynn, Miss Fortune…
But when he reached his main, Lux, the moment was sacred.
There it was: Lux Elementalist Ultimate Skin – Glittering Diamond Edition.
"Bought. And all the others too. And the wards. And the emotes. And the battle pass. And the prestige pass. And the pass of the pass."
On the screen, Riot Games simply froze for a moment trying to process the purchase volume. "You've just reached Cosmic VIP. Would you like to name your custom skin Lux?"
"Sim. Nome: Lady Tycoon of Light."
Champagne in hand, headset on, skin equipped. She clicked "Find a Match."
The game soon loaded. His eyes lit up. "Mid or nothing, guys. My Lux is brighter than SpaceX stock."
The match has begun.
And with her new Ultimate skin, Lux's effects shone like supernovas with every spell.
"Light, shine brighter!" said Lux.
"Yes, dear. Just like my bank account," Luna replied with a laugh.
The match continued frantically.
She killed the enemy jungler with a perfect QER and delivered a brilliant dancing Lux emote.
The chat exploded:
Jungle: "Does this Lux have a bugged skin?? I've never seen this effect."
Adc: "Who are you, woman??"
Support: "Marry me"
Luna just typed:
LadyTycoon: "I work with... lighting."
Luna's hands glided over the mechanical keys with a dexterity that would have made her proud if she had been paying attention.
But the truth is, while his body was reacting, his mind was… on another level.
Literally.
The enemy clan had attempted a triple dive in mid.
She just positioned her side view, anticipated the advance, blindly cast Q, and
click!
two were rooted.
And — exploding sphere of light,
R — Final Spark on the perfect diagonal.
Double Kill.
She didn't even take a deep breath. She just blinked.
"Huh."
She leaned back slightly in her chair.
"I... I got it right. No hesitation. No calculation. I felt where they were going. As if... as if..." he murmured, staring at the keyboard as if it had become a sacred shrine.
More minutes passed.
She won a 1v3 trade, used a ward as bait, turned a team fight with mathematical precision, made skillshot predictions that even pro players didn't dare attempt.
And then it hit me. "The Tycoon System… has optimized my intelligence, motor coordination, logical reasoning, reaction time…"
She leaned her head against the back of the chair.
Her eyes fixed on the minimap, reading movements as if each pixel was a language only she understood now.
It was like playing three-dimensional chess at five times the speed, with my brain running at 2000hz.
"This is ridiculous," she whispered, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "I've become a divine smurf."
The match chat exploded with messages:
Support: "I'm playing with a NASA AI?"
Top: "Lux mid with a genius build. Who are you?"
Enemy: "Report Lux by hack... or give me the secret, goddess."
Luna typed slowly:
LadyTycoon: "I just make light."
And he continued with another absurd move:
Baron stolen with E + R from out of sight.
"This is almost criminal," she said, resting her chin on her hand as her character automatically returned to base.
"I'm playing... like a CEO plays the stock market."
And that was it.
"If I wanted to... I could literally go pro tomorrow," she said, looking at her reflection in the glass.
On the screen, Victoria shone in golden letters.