Spend King: She Left Me, So I Bought Everything-Chapter 42: The Spend King Buys a Ghost Town

The car rolled through a landscape that time had abandoned.The shocking thing is he acquired the system again.

Dust spiraled in lazy curls behind the black SUV, rising into the still afternoon like ghosts of a forgotten past. On either side of the cracked road, wilted trees leaned forward as though trying to whisper forgotten secrets. The earth was dry and fractured. Even the breeze seemed hesitant, unsure whether it belonged here anymore.

Ahead, like a faded scar on the horizon, stood the remnants of a town.

No people. No sound. No motion. Just boarded windows, tilted streetlamps, and buildings that wore decay like second skin. Some houses still stood stubbornly upright.

Others had caved in on themselves, surrendering to years of silence. A lone swing in a half-collapsed playground creaked as the wind nudged it back and forth — a haunting lullaby that no children would ever hear again.

No one would come here willingly.But Nishanth had come. Not for nostalgia. Not for mercy.He came because dead places held value when viewed through the right eyes.

From the back seat, he watched the world pass in fragments. He wasn’t staring at the ruins , he was calculating. Weighing silence against possibility. His fingers tapped gently against the seat’s leather edge, a steady rhythm that mirrored his internal clockwork. Sharp. Focused. Ruthless.

The driver slowed as they approached an iron gate barely clinging to its hinges. A rusted sign dangled crookedly, the lettering nearly gone.

"Marigold Township."

Nishanth stepped out of the vehicle, his polished leather shoes making a dull thud against cracked pavement. Dust clung to the hem of his coat, but he didn’t flinch. His gaze scanned the land slowly, like an artist studying a blank canvas, not for what it was, but for what it could become.

The air here didn’t smell of rot or sewage like some slums in the city.It smelled of nothing. No life. No decay. Just emptiness.

Perfect.

Two men followed behind him — both in pressed suits, one carrying a tablet, the other holding a folder. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. When Nishanth moved, you followed. When he paused, you waited. And when he spoke, you listened — not out of fear, but reverence. He didn’t demand loyalty. He simply made silence more valuable than words.

He stood still for a moment longer.

A single gust of wind brushed past him, carrying with it flakes of dried leaves and ash. It danced across his cheek like a ghost trying to remember its own name. He closed his eyes.

This land didn’t want revival.It wanted reinvention.

"Start the assessment," Nishanth said, his voice quiet yet carved in stone.

The man with the tablet stepped forward, already tapping through a series of encrypted apps. His screen lit up with maps, financial data, drone captures, and historical ownership files. A large virtual overlay projected above the screen, floating translucent in the air.

▸ Marigold Township – Acquisition Data Scan

— Total Area: 142 Acres

— Current Property Value: ₹45,00,000

— Total Structures: 183 Units (92 Houses, 5 Schools, 3 Clinics, 1 Factory)

— Land Ownership Status:

• Private Unclaimed: 62%

• Government Seized: 18%

• Bank-Mortgaged: 12%

• Active Claimants: 8%

▸ Debt Summary:

— Accrued Municipal Debt: ₹8,70,000

— Water Grid Damage Report: ₹2,40,000

— Power Infrastructure Write-Off: ₹6,00,000

— Private Investor Claims: ₹3,10,000

Total Outstanding Burden: ₹20,20,000

"This is only what’s traceable," the man added, glancing at Nishanth. "We estimate another ₹15 lakhs in unreported disputes, illegal settlements, or forgotten claims."

Nishanth nodded once.

"Good. I’ll pay ₹30 lakhs upfront for the unowned sectors. The rest will be negotiated."

Both men blinked.

"But sir, that doesn’t even—"

"Silence," Nishanth said flatly, still staring at the floating map. "I’m not here to buy land. I’m here to buy silence. And no one negotiates louder than the forgotten."

A moment passed. Then the man with the folder opened it, revealing documents already prepared. It was as if Nishanth had predicted this moment long ago. His vision wasn’t rooted in possibility — it was based on inevitability. If this place was doomed to be forgotten, he would make it memorable again — on his own terms.

"Get me control of the township council registry," he continued. "Rebrand it. Cancel the old name."

The second man raised an eyebrow. "Sir? But that’s the legal identity of the zone."

Nishanth’s gaze turned to him. Just once. That was enough.

The man swallowed hard. "Understood. What name should we register it under?"

Nishanth turned his head slowly, taking in the view again. The ghost town stretched into the dying sun, its bones lit gold for just a fleeting moment.

Then he smirked.

"Solace."

One word. New meaning.

The township’s past didn’t matter. What mattered was what it would become in his hands.

[System Notification – Hidden Transaction Triggered]

▸ You have initiated a Silent Acquisition.

▸ Criteria: Resurrect a Dead Zone without Drawing Media Attention

▸ Base Requirement Met: ₹30,00,000 Unofficial Investment

▸ Bonus Trigger: Town Naming Rights Seized

▸ Local Infrastructure Redevelopment Route Activated

Reward:

→ Passive Income Stream (Real Estate Ghost Lease Protocol)

→ Luxury Tier Enhancement Unlocked

→ Access Granted to Silent Builders Network

New Title Acquired: "Architect of Silence"

Nishanth closed the pop-up mentally as the two men finalized calls to dormant government departments and corrupted local authorities. Everything could be bought — influence, paperwork, silence, even forgotten memories.

The deal would be sealed before sundown.

Solace Township.

No longer dead.

But not yet alive.

Just sleeping in the hands of a king.

The sun lowered behind cracked rooftops, casting long, jagged shadows across the skeletal remains of Marigold Township. What was once a hopeful housing project had become an obituary in bricks — homes built for dreams, now homes for dust.

But tonight, for the first time in decades, something moved within the silence.

Inside a temporary operations cabin set up beside the town’s rusted water tower, Nishanth stood over a digital table. A large map of the township blinked in luminous blue.

Dots pulsed across key locations — old schools, dried borewells, collapsed clinics, abandoned factories. His gaze wasn’t on the buildings. It was on the void between them.

That’s where he saw the real potential — not in the property, but in the neglect.

The two suited men from earlier hovered quietly behind him. One held a wireless console synced to the satellite uplink. The other nervously watched the incoming data feed from on-ground surveyors. Neither dared interrupt the room’s rhythm.

"Sir," one finally said, "we completed Phase I mapping. Locals have confirmed at least 41 houses still have partial ownership traces — mostly elder couples, ex-laborers, or single parents. Do we proceed with clearance?"

Nishanth turned to the console.

"Who among them still lives here?"

The man hesitated. "Nine families. But they haven’t paid municipal dues in years. Most live in collapsed sections. Two households are partially squatting."

Nishanth raised a brow. "Define squatting."

The man swallowed. "One of them is a blind grandmother. Her grandson takes care of her. No power. No water. Just surviving."

A long silence followed.

Then, Nishanth said, "Send her a feather."

Both men blinked.

He clarified, "Not a real one. A black token. Full tier."

The assistant nodded, making a quick note.

Nishanth returned his gaze to the map. His fingers traced an invisible arc from the township’s southern border to its northeastern edge.

"This corridor," he said. "I want everything rebuilt. Not flashy. Efficient. A primary school. An outpatient clinic. Three clean water stations. Community kitchen. Renewable power grid. And a memorial garden in the center."

"A memorial, sir?"

"For forgotten dreams."

He wasn’t poetic. He was precise.

"Allocate ₹12 crores," he continued. "Use Featherline-backed proxy firms. Nothing should trace back. This isn’t for applause."

The assistant tapped the console quickly, syncing commands to the central server.

[System Notification – Silent Tier Investment Activated]

▸ Location: Marigold Township

▸ Status: Ghost Zone → Rehabilitation Corridor

▸ Conditions Met:

– Legacy Recovery Triggered

– Zero Media Engagement

– Foundational Welfare Deployed

Featherline Bonus Unlocked

→ Infrastructure Efficiency Multiplier: 1.5x

→ Discounted Asset Valuation (Hidden)

→ Access Key: "Ghostlines Redeemed – Protocol Level 7"

Meanwhile, outside the township, word had already begun to spread.

A silent vehicle convoy had arrived hours ago. Trucks with no logos, filled with prefabricated materials and smart-grid tools. Engineers and ground staff moved like clockwork, each one with a coded task, no time for chit-chat. The villagers who still remained peeked from behind crumbling windows. A few brave children ran barefoot across broken cement, whispering about "the man in grey."

Nishanth emerged from the cabin and stood at the center of the main road. The cracked asphalt under his shoes hadn’t seen repair since 2003. He looked up.

The Marigold clock tower — the last standing structure of pride — still showed 6:21 PM. It had been stuck at that time for nearly a decade, after lightning had struck the main fuse box.

He nodded toward it.

"Don’t fix the clock," he told the site foreman.

The foreman looked confused. "Sir?"

"Let it stay stuck."

"Why?"

"Because every visitor should remember what happens when no one spends on the forgotten."

Then he walked away.

Two Days Later

A journalist from an independent news blog, City Echo, drove past the township on her way to a political rally. She hit the brakes when she saw solar panels being installed, teams in uniforms laying fiber optic lines, and an old woman laughing beside a newly painted wall.

She snapped a few pictures.

When she asked who was behind the redevelopment, an old man selling lemons just said:

"Some feather fell here. That’s all."

Featherline Internal Directive: Ghost Town Conversion – LIVE

New Township Name: Solace

Population Forecast (Year 1): 2,700+

Employment Nodes: 4

Public Welfare Sites: 9

Media Access: Denied

Token Distribution: 175 Activated

Sponsoring Entity: N/A

Owner Visibility: N/A

Spend Signature: NONE

Back inside The Levitus Grand, Nishanth sat on the floor of his suite. Not on the sofa. Not at the marble desk.

On the floor. Cross-legged. Barefoot. Notebook in hand.He watched a small red dot blink on his tablet — Marigold, now Solace, had just launched its underground water filter grid.

He wrote just three words on the top of the page:

"This is wealth."

Below that, he added:

Phase V: Rebuild the Ruined, without Ruining the Name.

He took a sip of herbal tea and looked out again at the city skyline. Mumbai was busy chasing headlines.

But Nishanth?

He was busy buying the footnotes and once he owned the margins of society, rewriting the history was only a matter of time. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

To be continued.....