Chapter 5: The Gates Of Gold

The morning sun filtered softly through the bedroom window, illuminating the tangled sheets where Anna lay completely exhausted, her body glowing from hours of intense, relentless pleasure.

[Ding!]

[Target Anna Radcliff fully satisfied!]

[Lust Level: 100/100!]

[Bonus Reward Issued: $507,000 transferred to your encrypted account!]

[Current Worth: $1,000,000!]

Morales smiled faintly as the glowing screen vanished from his vision. A cool million bucks in less than twenty-four hours.

He stood by the mirror, adjusting the pristine black uniform the representatives had delivered the night before.

Hearing him move, Anna stirred on the bed, rubbing her eyes as she pulled the blanket up to her chest. Her jaw dropped the moment she saw him.

"Morales...?" she whispered, her voice still raspy. "Why... why are you wearing a uniform like that? It looks like... like something royalty would wear."

Morales walked over to the side of the bed, leaning down to press a tender kiss against her forehead.

"I’ve been accepted into Aurelius Academy, Anna," he said softly.

Anna froze, her eyes widening in pure shock. "Aurelius... Academy? The billionaire school?! Morales, how... how is that possible? We don’t have money! Only the ultra-rich and powerful can step foot in that place!"

"Don’t worry about anything, okay?" Morales whispered, cupping her warm cheek and looking straight into her eyes. "Nobody in that school is going to mock me. When I come back, we’re leaving this entire mess behind. I promise you... I’m going to become rich enough to take care of you for the rest of your life."

Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks. A breathless, beautiful smile broke across her face as she sat up and threw her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him with everything she had.

"I believe you..." she sobbed softly into his shoulder. "I believe you, Morales."

Morales pulled back slightly, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless, before turning around and heading out the front door.

"Remember am still your Aunt you shameless kid." She said and he chuckled slapping her ass.

A sleek, pitch-black luxury BMW was waiting in the dusty driveway. The two suit-clad representatives stood beside the rear door, holding it open with emotionless expressions. Morales stepped inside without a word, and the car smoothly glided into motion.

An hour later, the BMW slowed to a halt, and Morales looked out the tinted window.

His eyes widened in genuine awe.

He had seen luxury in his past life, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Aurelius Academy didn’t look like a school, it looked like an entire mythical city state enclosed within grand white marble walls.

Towering gothic spires rose into the sky, constructed with intricate stone carvings that blended seamlessly with floating holographic banners, glass walkways, and hyper-modern architectural tech.

The air itself smelled distinct, a crisp, rich scent of imported flowers, expensive cologne, and pure capital. It felt less like an educational institution and more like a fantasy kingdom brought into the modern era.

The driver parked in the massive stone courtyard, and Morales stepped out into the crisp morning air.

All around him were groups of newly accepted freshmen, reeking of unfathomable wealth. Almost none of them were wearing the baseline school attire.

Their uniforms were modeled after structured, high-fashion suits, featuring long, knee-length trench-coat-style jackets with golden buttons and high collars.

However, the wealthy students had customized theirs to absurd degrees. Golden brooches, diamond-encrusted cufflinks, silk capes, and tailored velvet trims glittered under the morning sun.

The girls wore customized pleated skirts made of imported silk, paired with custom jewelry that cost more than a average family made in a decade.

"Every fucking body looks so rich and neat." Morales stood among them wearing the dead-simple, unadorned baseline version of the long jacket uniform.

Because he lacked any flashy jewelry or customized embroidery, the crowd didn’t pay him much attention at first, assuming he was just another face in the crowd.

"Attention, Freshmen!" a booming voice echoed across the courtyard, amplified by invisible sound systems.

A tall, distinguished man stepped onto a raised marble stage at the front of the courtyard. He wore a suit so grandly tailored with gold braiding and a heavy silk sash that he looked more like a reigning monarch than an administrator.

"Welcome to Aurelius Academy," the man announced, his voice carrying supreme authority.

"Today, we officially record the roll call for the incoming freshman class. As your names are called, step forward to receive your official Academy Standing badges."

The speaker opened a leather-bound ledger and began reading, they were many for calling out their names each, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

"Adrian Vale!"

Gasps of admiration immediately rippled through the crowd.

"The Vale family..." a girl whispered nearby. "Their corporate group owns half the shipping ports in the country!"

"Julian Rothschild!"

More gasps echoed. The surnames being called belonged to titans of industry, political dynasties, international investors, and global CEOs.

Every time a name echoed across the courtyard, subtle waves of tension and respect washed through the crowd.

Even when the speaker reached the scholarship, section, the names called carried some weight, talented young tech prodigies, children of famous researchers, or heirs to minor business families.

When those lesser names were called, some of the ultra-rich people rolled their eyes with mild disdain, but the background was still somewhat recognized.

Then, the speaker turned the page. He looked down at the ledger, stopped mid-sentence, and squinted hard at the paper.

His brow furrowed in utter bewilderment. He read the line once. Then twice.

"Morales... Brown?" the speaker called out, his voice laced with visible hesitation.

Silence fell over the courtyard.

Brown?

The students exchanged bewildered glances. The surname sounded so painfully ordinary, so completely stripped of prestige or legacy, that it sounded like a mistake. It was like calling out the name of a peasant in a royal court.

"Morales Brown?" the speaker repeated, raising his head to scan the crowd.

He looked for someone wearing a customized family crest, or at least a notable scholarship badge.

Instead, his eyes landed straight on Morales, standing calmly in the center of the crowd, wearing the single most plain, un-customized uniform in the entire square.

The speaker stared directly at him. Slowly, all one thousand and 50 students in the courtyard followed the speaker’s gaze, turning their heads in unison to lock their eyes on Morales.

The speaker’s mind went completely blank. He looked at the peasant-like surname on the official encrypted ledger, looked back at the boy standing in a basic uniform with no family crest, and stumbled over his words in stunned, embarrassing confusion.

"How... how did you get here?"