Chapter 6: Beauties Makes Me Dollars

’System,’ Morales called out silently in his head, his jaw tightening as two hundred pairs of arrogant, judgmental eyes bored into him. ’Can you just kill all of them? I feel completely brought down standing here like some cheap spectacle.’

"System capabilities do not include mass execution, Host," the voice replied smoothly inside his mind. "Financial dominance requires you to solve these social friction points yourself. Control the field with your own hands."

Morales sighed inwardly, letting out a faint breath.

He raised his head, his striking blue eyes locking directly onto the speaker standing on the high marble stage.

"Is Aurelius Academy in the habit of questioning its own administrative database, sir?" Morales asked, his voice calm, crisp, and carrying a quiet, dangerous edge that echoed clearly across the silent courtyard.

"My acceptance record is verified, and my admission letter was delivered by your own representatives. If my surname isn’t familiar to you, perhaps you should spend less time reading the surnames and more time reading the official ledger in your hands."

The speaker’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His face flushed bright red under the gaze of the entire freshman class.

He looked down at the glowing administrative tablet in his hand, tapped the screen twice, and swallowed hard as the encrypted seal of the Academy confirmed Morales status as valid and untouchable.

Whispers instantly erupted throughout the crowd like wildfire.

"Who the hell is that guy?" a wealthy student muttered, squinting his eyes as he stared at Morales’ un-customized long uniform jacket.

"Morales Brown? I’ve never heard of a Brown family in corporate or political circles..."

"He looks like a peasant, but he just spoke to the Vice Dean like he owns the place!"

"Look at his eyes... he doesn’t look scared at all."

"I’m going to have my family’s intelligence team look into him," another heir whispered, glaring at Morales with deep suspicion. "Nobody enters this school without a background."

The speaker cleared his throat loudly, pressing a button on his podium to silence the crowd.

"Quiet!" the man demanded, attempting to regain his composure. "Moving forward! Before we officially begin orientation, all incoming freshmen must undergo the basic qualification screening to prove they meet the minimum standards to remain on campus."

Floating holographic screening terminals descended from the arched courtyard ceiling, hovering in front of the rows of students.

"To remain standing in this courtyard," the speaker announced, "every applicant must instantly satisfy three mandatory baseline qualifications. First, a verified personal liquid net worth of at least $500,000.

Second, a verified financial sponsorship or accredited asset backing. Third, a clean strategic credit rating with zero administrative blacklists."

The students began stepping up to the floating terminals, placing their wrist badges against the glass scanners.

BEEP. GREEN.

BEEP. GREEN.

Most of the elite heirs passed instantly, their multi-million-dollar family trusts lighting up the screens in bright green. However, as the screening continued, red warning lights flashed across several terminals.

BEEEEEP. RED.

"Ineligible!" a cold automated voice announced.

Thirty five scholarship students and fifteen minor wealthy applicants who had stretched their families finances thin fell short of the $500,000 minimum threshold.

Armed academy guards stepped forward immediately, escorting the pale, sweating students off the courtyard grounds without a shred of mercy.

Morales stepped up to a terminal and casually pressed his hand against the glass.

Scanning Host Account...

Liquid Net Worth: $1,000,000

Private Scholarship Backing: Verified

Credit Rating: AAA

BEEP. GREEN.

Morales stepped back into line, entirely unfazed. Out of the original pool of applicants, now 1,000 freshmen remained standing in the grand courtyard.

"Congratulations to the one thousand of you who passed," the speaker said coldly, stepping back to the center of the stage. "You have satisfied the bare minimum. Now, let us discuss how you will survive here."

The large holographic screens above the stage lit up, displaying a gleaming golden symbol.

"At Aurelius Academy, real-world paper currency holds no value," the speaker declared.

"Everything within these walls, food, luxury dormitories, private research labs, auction privileges, and academic standing, is bought, sold, and traded using our official institutional currency, Aureus Credits, or $AC."

The speaker raised two fingers.

"To determine your initial standing and rank among the one thousand freshmen, you will undergo two mandatory entrance exams."

The holographic screen shifted, displaying the rules for the first test.

"EXAM ONE: THE WEALTH TEST."

"Basically, every person who wants to enter the academy is given the same amount of Aureus Credit. Then you’ll have to use that money to make even more money. You can invest it, start a business, buy and sell things, make deals with other applicants, or do whatever they think will increase their money, this will take 4 days." He paused for a while letting his words ink in.

"At the end of the test, the academy looks at how much they made and how well they handled their money. If they reach the required amount, they pass."

NT: For example, if everyone starts with $10 million in Aureus Credits, the academy might require them to finish with at least $15 million. They don’t have to be number one, they just need to prove that they know how to handle money.

The screen flashed again, transforming into a massive three-dimensional map of a sprawling, hyper-realistic simulated city.

"EXAM TWO: SURVIVAL OF CAPITAL."

"This is a seven-day financial survival game," the speaker continued, his voice dropping into a stern tone.

"All one thousand of you will be deployed into a closed, high-density simulated metropolis. You will receive an identical starting stipend of fake money.

For seven full days, you must manage every aspect of your financial existence inside the city. You must pay for your food, housing, transportation, and operational expenses while simultaneously competing to achieve a designated financial objective."

The speaker leaned over his podium, looking down at the crowd.

"In this city, you may form alliances, wage market wars, poach business, or outmaneuver your rivals using any legal business tactic. But if your capital reaches zero before the seven days are up, you fail instantly, quick advice ’Don’t run out of money’."

"Is everything about this academy just money, what a cool world, Beauties makes me Dollars." He then smirked.

NT: So basically, the first test asks, "Can you make money?" The second asks, "Can you survive and manage your money when everything depends on it?"