Infinite Cashback: My Wealth Rebate System

Jason read the notification again. Slower this time.

The first pass had been shock. The second was habit.

He broke it down piece by piece, the way he always did whenever the system decided to throw insanity at him.

Fact one. Sarah was now his girlfriend.

Not "almost." Not "hopefully."

She was.

He’d asked her. She’d said yes. Every promise he’d made tonight had been real.

Fact two. The system wanted a second qualifying partner.

Ten days. No extensions. No negotiation.

Fact three...Failure came with a penalty.

Jason stared at the final line for another second before rubbing a hand down his face.

"...Seriously?"

His eyes drifted back to it anyway. The system wasn’t threatening his money. Wasn’t threatening his stats. Wasn’t even threatening his life.

No. It had gone straight for his dick.

Again.

Jason let out a slow breath.

"The party punishment wasn’t enough?"

Apparently not.

He leaned back against the couch, looking at the ceiling as though the answer might be written there.

"What is with you and my penis?"

Silence.

As expected.

For an all-powerful system capable of rewriting reality, it had developed a remarkably specific obsession.

Twice now. Same target. Same threat.

Jason wasn’t sure what that said about the system. Or what it said about his luck.

His brain moved before the rest of him had a chance to object.

Ten days. That wasn’t much time.

The list started forming almost on its own. Who was close enough? Who already trusted him? Who could realistically become a qualifying partner before the deadline?

One name surfaced immediately.

Vivian.

He frowned. Not because it surprised him but because it made perfect sense.

They already spent time together. They got along. Compared to starting from nothing with someone else, she was the obvious answer.

The thought sat there for another second before something about it felt wrong.

Not impossible but familiar. His expression tightened.

Convenient.

The word landed harder than he expected.

Amanda’s friends had used it like an accusation, reducing everything he’d done to simple opportunism. At the time he’d hated it because he knew they were wrong.

Now his own brain had reached the exact same conclusion.

Not Vivian. The convenient option.

Jason closed his eyes for a moment.

"...Seriously?"

He wasn’t thinking about her. He was thinking about solving a deadline.

That was the problem.

Somewhere between reading the penalty and trying to avoid it, he’d stopped seeing a person and started seeing the shortest route to an objective.

The realization left a sour taste in his mouth. He opened his eyes again, still staring at nothing in particular.

"I almost did it again," he muttered.

Not because he wanted Vivian.

Because, for one careless moment, she’d become an answer instead of a person.

He’d caught it.

That should’ve been the end of it.

Instead Jason sat there, replaying the thought from the beginning, and somehow it looked worse the second time.

Not because it had been Vivian. Because he’d gone looking for anyone.

Ten minutes.

That was about how long it’d been since Sarah had smiled at him and said yes.

Ten minutes since he’d promised he wasn’t playing with her.

Ten minutes since he’d looked her in the eye and meant every word he’d said.

Now he was sitting on his couch, mentally sorting through women like he was planning the rest of his week.

A short laugh escaped him.

"...That was fast."

There wasn’t anyone around to hear it. No Sarah. No commentary from the system.

No one waiting to call him out. It was just him.

Which somehow made it harder to ignore. He’d spent so much time resenting the version of himself Amanda and her friends believed existed.

The guy who only got close to women when it benefited him.

The guy who treated relationships like transactions. He’d told himself they were wrong.

Then the system handed him a deadline, and his first instinct had been to build a shortlist.

Not whether it was right. Whether it would work. Jason rubbed a hand over his face.

"...No."

That wasn’t the man he wanted to become. The deadline was still there.

The penalty hadn’t changed. Neither had what he’d promised Sarah.

If the only way to satisfy the system was to start looking at every woman around him as a solution, then the system wasn’t the only thing with a problem.

He was. The realization settled over him without ceremony.

No dramatic revelation. Just an uncomfortable truth he couldn’t argue with.

Jason looked back at the blue screen.

For the first time since it’d appeared, he wasn’t thinking about the countdown.

He was thinking about the kind of man the system was quietly pushing him toward.

And he didn’t like the answer. Jason didn’t look away from the screen.

The timer was still there.

Ten days.

It hadn’t changed while he’d been busy arguing with himself. That was almost impressive. The system had a talent for making impossible demands and then pretending patience was the generous part.

He leaned back against the couch and let out a slow breath.

"Fine."

If there wasn’t a good answer, maybe there was at least a less terrible one.

His mind landed on Sarah first.

Tell her everything.

The thought lasted all of three seconds. He pictured the conversation.

Hey, Sarah. Funny story. The mysterious force that’s been helping me improve my life says I need another girlfriend in ten days or it’ll permanently disable part of my anatomy.

He closed his eyes.

"...Yeah."

That wasn’t a conversation. That was a psychiatric evaluation waiting to happen.

Even if she believed him which she wouldn’t. What exactly was she supposed to do with that information?

Support him? Wish him luck? Help him pick?

Every version got worse the longer he followed it.

Jason dropped that idea almost as quickly as it’d appeared. The next option wasn’t any better.

Tell her nothing. Pretend everything was normal.

Smile. Go on dates. Text her good morning.

Act like the countdown didn’t exist while quietly trying to solve it somewhere she couldn’t see.

His expression tightened. That felt familiar.

Not because he’d done this before. Because he’d almost started down that road once already. The tutoring lie.

It had seemed harmless at first. Like a small shortcut or a temporary solution. Something he’d fix later.

Instead it’d snowballed into something that nearly cost him the very trust he’d been trying to protect.

He’d promised himself after that he wouldn’t build another relationship on convenient omissions.

Now here he was.

Looking at a version that was somehow worse. Jason rested his elbows on his knees.

"...So that’s out."

He stared at the floor for a while.

There had to be something between complete honesty and complete deception.

Something that didn’t make him sound insane and didn’t make him a hypocrite.

His brain tried anyway. Tell her he had a personal problem.

Too vague.

Tell her the system had given him another task. That immediately led to questions.

Questions led to explanations. Explanations led right back to the impossible part.

Tell her there were details he couldn’t explain yet. He stopped himself.

No.

That wasn’t honesty. That was just another prettier lie.

It wore different clothes. That was all. Jason let out a quiet laugh.

His brain was remarkably creative when the objective was avoiding uncomfortable conversations.

It was much less impressive at producing solutions. He looked back at the blue screen.

No hidden button marked Actually, we were joking.

The system had threatened him. Assigned a deadline.

Then disappeared with the confidence of something that expected to be obeyed.

"Helpful as always."

Silence answered him. The room felt strangely still.

Not empty. Just waiting.

The refrigerator hummed somewhere behind him. A car passed outside. Someone in another apartment laughed before the sound faded into the hallway.

Normal noises. Normal night.

None of them cared that his life had become absurd again.

Jason rubbed his thumb against the edge of the phone still resting in his hand.

A few minutes ago he’d been reading Sarah’s messages.

He’d smiled without realizing it.

Now he couldn’t even bring himself to open the chat again. Not because he didn’t want to talk to her. Because he did... too much.

He wanted tonight to stay what it’d been. The night she became his girlfriend.

Not the night a countdown started quietly eating away at everything that came after.

His gaze drifted back to the timer.

Nine days Twenty-three hours.

The seconds continued disappearing with quiet efficiency. It didn’t matter whether he looked at them.

They kept moving. Jason sat there for another minute.

Then another.

His thoughts circled back through the same possibilities, and each one collapsed in exactly the same place.

Tell Sarah. Lose her trust in a different way.

Hide it. Lose his own.

Find someone else. Become the person he’d just decided he didn’t want to be.

Every road seemed to ask him to give up something.

Trust. Integrity. Or the system itself.

None of the prices felt acceptable.

He leaned his head back against the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"This is a terrible quest."

The system didn’t argue. It didn’t defend itself.

It didn’t even bother pretending there was a lesson hidden somewhere inside all this.

Its silence somehow made the deadline feel heavier.

At least threats could be argued with. Silence just waited.

Jason eventually looked back at the floating screen one last time.

Nothing had changed. The objective remained. The timer continued counting down. No new notifications appeared. No miracle solution arrived.

For the first time since receiving the quest, he stopped trying to solve it. Not because he’d found an answer. Because he’d run out of honest ones.

The room settled back into quiet. The blue screen hovered patiently in front of him.

And somewhere inside those disappearing seconds, the ten-day clock continued to run.

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