Spend King: She Left Me, So I Bought Everything-Chapter 48: DREAM AND TRANSMIGRATION

---- The Last Moments (Flashback)----

Nishanth woke up from that dream of Pavan Kalyan and recall what happened.l the things happened were just his dream during transmigration.

Nishanth had always known his success made him targets.But he never expected the hit to come in broad daylight.

His driver slammed the brakes—too late. The truck T-boned his car with brutal precision. Glass shattered. Metal screamed.

As the world spun, Nishanth’s last thought wasn’t fear. It was fury.

"I didn’t even get to spend it and helped all."

Then—blackness.

Pain.

That was the first thing Nishanth felt. A throbbing headache, like someone had shoved a hot poker behind his eyes.

The second thing? Softness.

He wasn’t in a hospital. The bed beneath him was absurdly plush, its canopy draped in what looked like solid silk woven with gold thread.

"What the—"

He tried to sit up. His body protested, muscles weak. A sharp tang of blood lingered in his mouth.

"Young master! You’re awake!"

A man in a tailored black suit rushed to his side—a butler, Nishanth’s new memories supplied. Silas. Loyal. For now.

Nishanth’s fingers dug into the sheets. "What happened?"

Silas hesitated. "The poison, sir. You’ve been unconscious for three days."

Poison.

The word unlocked a flood of foreign memories.

Lucian von Valtros. Twenty-three. Only son of the murdered Von Valtros dynasty. Poisoned at his own birthday banquet.

And now Nishanth was in his body.

He looked down. His hands—Lucian’s hands—were smooth, unscarred, the nails perfectly manicured. A ruby signet ring glinted on his finger.

This kid was richer than God.

Nishanth smirked. "Where’s my money?"

Silas blinked. "Pardon?"

"My. Money."

The Von Valtros vault wasn’t hidden.It was a statement.A cavernous hall beneath the mansion, its doors plated in mythril, guarded by two stone golems that bowed as Nishanth approached.

Inside?

Gold. Not coins. Bricks. Stacked like a child’s building blocks, forming miniature skyscrapers across the floor.

Gemstones. Loose, in chests, spilling onto the ground like spilled candy. A single one could buy a village.

Artifacts. Swords that glowed, crowns that whispered, things that probably belonged in museums—or nightmares.

Nishanth whistled. "I could buy a country."

Silas coughed. "You own three, young master."

Right. Lucian’s memories confirmed it. The Von Valtros family didn’t just have wealth. They weaponized it.

Nishanth grabbed a handful of emeralds and let them clatter to the floor. The sound was beautiful.

Then—a flicker in his vision.

Another system activated for him in this world by God’s luck.He read many novels before and know max every transmigrator will get a system to help.

[ SPLURGE SYSTEM ACTIVATED ]

[ USER: NISHANTH/LUCIAN ]

[ CURRENT FUNDS: ∞ (LOL. GOOD FOR YOU.) ]

[ OBJECTIVE: SPEND. GET STRONGER. BREAK THE WORLD. ]

Nishanth’s grin turned feral.

"Oh, this’ll be fun."

Back in his room, Nishanth clapped his hands. " We’re throwing a party."

Silas choked. "A—a party, sir?"

"A ’Guess Who’s Not Dead?’ party." Nishanth flopped onto a divan worth more than a warship. "Invite everyone who came to my ’birthday.’ Especially Count D’Roth."

Silas paled. "Count D’Roth,the man who—"

"—who poisoned me? Yeah. Him." Nishanth examined his nails. "Oh, and hire a hundred musicians. I want a symphony so loud it cracks the chandeliers."

"But sir, the cost—"

Nishanth flicked a diamond at him. "That’s your tip for not arguing."

Silas caught it, stunned.

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: FIRST PURCHASE! ]

[ +100 "Splurge Points" ]

[ NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: "Golden Vengeance" (Spend money to inflict karma.) ]

Nishanth laughed. "Perfect."

Across the city, in a dimly lit study, Count D’Roth stared at the gilded invitation in his hand.

"Celebrate Lucian von Valtros’ miraculous recovery! Tonight at 8!"

His wineglass shattered against the wall.

"Impossible!"

His spy—a servant he’d paid to dose Lucian’s wine—had sworn the boy was dead.

Now this?

A chuckle escaped him. Fine. If poison didn’t work, he’d just have to steal the Von Valtros fortune the old-fashioned way.

Little did he know—Nishanth was counting on it.

The invitations went out at dawn.

Crimson parchment, edged in gold leaf so thick it could choke a horse. Each one bore a single line in Lucian von Valtros’ flamboyant script:

"You said I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. Oops."

By noon, the capital was in chaos.

Count D’Roth received his copy nailed to his bedroom door—while he was still sleeping. The silver spike pinning it in place cost more than his monthly guard payroll.

"That little bastard!"

D’Roth’s roar shattered his mirror. His reflection splintered into a hundred pieces, each shard showing a different shade of purple fury.

His spy had sworn the poison was foolproof. "Untraceable, my lord. He’ll be dead before dessert."

Yet somehow, Lucian was not only alive—he was throwing a party.

Nishanth stood before his floor-length mirror, adjusting his cuffs.

His outfit tonight? A living shadowweave suit—fabric spun from actual darkness, stitched with threads of starlight. It cost more than a naval fleet. Worth every coin.

"Silas," he called, tossing an emerald over his shoulder. "Tell me again how many people RSVP’d ’no’?"

The butler caught the gem with practiced ease. "Seventeen, young master. Mostly Count D’Roth’s allies."

Nishanth’s grin was a knife wrapped in silk. "Send each of them a dead rose. With their family crest burned into the petals."

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ SPEND DETECTED: 50,000 GOLD ON PETTY REVENGE ]

[ REWARD: "Dramatic Entrance" UNLOCKED ]

Effects: All eyes will compulsively turn to you when you arrive.

"Perfect."

The Von Valtros ballroom looked like a dragon’s hoard had exploded.

Crystal chandeliers dripped with enchanted fireflies, their light shifting colors to match Nishanth’s mood. The floor was paved with temporary gold tiles—guests could take one home if they could pry it loose. (Spoiler: They couldn’t.)

And the drinks?

A fountain of liquid sapphire bubbled at the center. Not for show—actual blue wine from the lost vineyards of Elaria. One glass could buy a peasant’s lifetime of labor.

Nishanth made his entrance precisely two hours late.The massive doors swung open.

Silence fell.

Every head turned—not by choice, but by system-forced compulsion.

"Sorry I’m late," Nishanth drawled, plucking a grape from a passing servant’s tray. "Had to count my money. It kept multiplying."

His gaze locked onto Count D’Roth across the room.

The Count’s grip on his wineglass turned knuckle-white.

Nishanth didn’t approach D’Roth immediately.

First, he bought the orchestra.

With a snap of his fingers, the musicians switched mid-song to "The Rains of Castamere"—a ballad about a family wiped out to the last man.

D’Roth’s eye twitched.

Then Nishanth strolled to the dessert table and purchased every chocolate truffle in the kingdom—including the ones already on D’Roth’s plate.

"My compliments to your chef," Nishanth said, popping one into his mouth. "Shame I own him now."

The Count finally snapped. "You think this is a game, boy?"

Nishanth’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "No, my dear Count. This is a game."

He raised his hand.

A servant rushed forward with a velvet pillow. On it rested a single die carved from a dragon’s tooth.

"Roll for your life," Nishanth purred. "If it lands on six, I’ll forgive your... indiscretion at my birthday."

D’Roth scoffed. "And if not?"

Nishanth’s fingers danced over his signet ring. "Then I buy your daughter’s hand in marriage."

The room gasped.

D’Roth turned corpse-pale. His daughter was his last bargaining chip—a bride promised to the Crown Prince.

The die clattered across the floor.

It landed on one.

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ FIRST BLOOD: COUNT D’ROTH’S PRIDE WOUNDED ]

[ REWARD: "Interest of Pain" UNLOCKED ]

Effects: Enemies now physically feel their financial losses.

D’Roth clutched his chest as if struck. His family’s stocks had just plummeted.

Nishanth sipped his wine. "Who’s next?"

As the party swirled, a hooded figure slipped beside Nishanth.

"You play dangerously," murmured the Crown Prince—the only man in the room richer than him.

Nishanth didn’t turn. "I don’t play. I invest."

The Prince’s smile was razor-thin. "D’Roth was my dog."

"Bad dogs get put down." Nishanth finally met his gaze. "Or get sold."

A beat of silence.Then the Prince laughed—a sound like shattering chandeliers. "We’ll talk tomorrow. Bring your ledger."

He melted into the crowd.Nishanth exhaled. The real game had just begun.

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ NEW QUEST: "Bankrupt a Prince" ]

[ REWARD: Kingdom-wide price control ]

Music swelled. The fireflies pulsed crimson and somewhere, Count D’Roth vomited into a solid gold punch bowl.

Dawn painted the Von Valtros estate in blood-red light. Nishanth lounged on his balcony, flipping a platinum coin between his fingers. Below, servants scrubbed champagne stains off the gold-tiled floor. One particularly determined maid chiseled at a tile with a steak knife.

"Give her a raise," Nishanth muttered.

Silas materialized at his elbow, holding a ledger thicker than a bastard sword. "The financial aftermath, young master."

Nishanth skimmed the numbers:

3,000,000 gold spent on "atmosphere" (including the now-extinct fireflies)

17 noble houses financially crippled via drunken gambling losses

1 Count D’Roth currently begging the Crown Prince for mercy

He snapped the ledger shut. "Worth every copper."

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ NIGHTLY SPEND: 4.2 MILLION GOLD ]

[ NEW PERK: "Economic Domination Aura" ]

Effects: Shops automatically give you 90% discounts. Peasants faint in your presence.

A scream echoed from the gardens. Nishanth peered over the railing to see a stable boy hyperventilating over his new solid-gold shovel.

"First time?" Nishanth called down.

The invitation arrived nailed to Nishanth’s front gate with a diamond-tipped arrow.

"His Royal Highness requests your presence at the Noon Parade. Do try not to bankrupt anyone on the way."

Nishanth traced the embossed royal seal. "Silas. How much for a thunderstorm?"

The butler didn’t blink. "Retail or wholesale?"

"Surprise me."

Twenty minutes later, Nishanth strolled through the capital’s streets in a living cloak of shadow, his path cleared by the sheer gravitational pull of wealth. Peasants scrambled from his way like rats before a tsunami.

The parade route was packed. The Crown Prince sat atop a white stallion, waving to adoring crowds. His smile died when he spotted Nishanth leaning against a just-purchased statue of himself.

"Von Valtros," the Prince called. "Come to apologize?"

Nishanth checked his pocket watch. "Three. Two. One—"

BOOM.

The custom-ordered thunderstorm detonated directly above the Prince’s head. Rain fell in acid-green droplets that dissolved only royal banners. The crowd shrieked as the Prince’s perfect hair melted into a soggy mess.

Nishanth tossed a bag of gold to the fleeing weather mage. "Keep the change."

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ PUBLIC HUMILIATION: SUCCESS ]

[ REWARD: "Monopoly Mode" UNLOCKED ]

Effects: Temporarily control all trade routes in a 5-mile radius.

The Prince wiped sludge from his eyes. "You’ll regret that."

Nishanth yawned. "Add it to my tab."

The archives smelled of dust and desperation. Nishanth ran a finger along the "Accidental Deaths" ledger, leaving a golden fingerprint on the parchment.

"Let’s see... poisoned wine, my birthday, ah—here we go."

The entry was suspiciously brief:

"Lucian von Valtros. Age 23. Cause: Heart failure (natural)."

"Bullshit," Nishanth said pleasantly. He slammed a 100,000-gold bar onto the table. "I want the real records."

The archivist’s eyes dilated. "B-but the sealed section requires royal—"

Nishanth added another gold bar. Then another. Soon the table groaned under the weight.

A hidden door creaked open.Inside lay the Black Ledger—every noble murder for the past century, written in blood-ink. Nishanth flipped to his own page.

His smirk died.There, beside the poisoning order, was a signature that made his new heart stutter:

"Lady Isabella von Valtros."

His "mother."

The Von Valtros family mausoleum was tastelessly opulent, featuring a life-sized statue of Nishanth’s "father" weeping diamonds.

Lady Isabella knelt before a fresh grave, her black veil fluttering. "I knew you’d come."

Nishanth kicked open the gates, his shadowweave suit rippling. "Mommy dearest. Miss me?"

She turned. Beautiful. Cold. Alive.

"Poisoning your own son," Nishanth tutted. "That’s rude even for nobility."

Isabella’s smile could frost hell. "Lucian was weak. You... you survived." She reached for him. "We could rule together."

Nishanth considered it. Then he bought the mausoleum.

The deed appeared in his hands, glowing with system energy. Isabella’s eyes widened as the gates slammed shut behind her.

"Sorry, mother," Nishanth said through the bars. "But I only do hostile takeovers."

He tossed the key into a nearby volcano exhibit he’d just purchased.

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ QUEST COMPLETE: "Who Poisoned You?" ]

[ REWARD: "Inheritance Boost" – All former family assets now 100% yours ]

As Nishanth walked away, Isabella’s screams blended nicely with the newly hired funeral choir.

Back in his vault, Nishanth studied the Black Ledger again. Beneath Isabella’s signature, tiny script read:

"Ordered by: The Golden Throne."

The Crown Prince’s personal seal glittered beneath the words.

Nishanth threw back his head and laughed.

"Now that’s a worthy investment."

[ SYSTEM ALERT ]

[ MAIN QUEST UNLOCKED: "Dethrone a God-King" ]

[ FIRST STEP: Crash the royal economy within 30 days ]

Silas entered, bearing a crystal decanter of liquid fire. "Your drink, young master."

Nishanth toasted his reflection in the vault’s gold walls. "To spending all of it."

TO BE CONTINUED...