Chapter 51: The Blueprint of Freedom
The morning after felt different. Not in a bad way—just different. I woke up alone, which was expected, but ever since I became a millionaire, there was this lingering feeling of lightness, like a weight had been lifted. A quiet sort of happiness. The kind that came with knowing I had options now. That I was free.
I shook the thought off. There were more important things to focus on.
Dragging myself out of bed, I rubbed my temples and stared blankly at the wall for a solid ten minutes. The usual. Eventually, I made my way to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and looked at my reflection in the mirror, expecting the familiar wave of self-criticism to hit.
But nothing came.
No doubts. No second-guessing. No internal debate about who I was or what I was doing with my life.
Just silence.
I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair.
Yeah... I’m rich.
I grabbed my laptop and opened the document I had started the night before. The game. My game.
Lines of notes stared back at me. Ideas, mechanics, world-building—half-formed thoughts waiting to be fleshed out.
I needed a plan. A real one.