Trillionaire Dawn and the Panamera GTS
The morning after the performance test, my eyes snapped open at 9:30 a.m., even without setting an alarm. “Yawn.” Maybe it was because of the nanobots, but I woke up feeling more refreshed than ever.
“...Athena?” Just to make sure it wasn't a dream, I called out to her, and her voice immediately echoed in my head.
Yes, Master. Did you sleep well?
That confirmed yesterday wasn't a dream. I asked about the trading Athena had done overnight. “How much did you make while I was sleeping?”
Have a glass of water first. You might faint from the shock.
For some reason, that made me anxious. She hadn't lost it all, had she? I chugged a glass of water in the kitchen, took a deep breath, and asked, “Just don't tell me you blew it all.”
As if. I'm an AI made by God—if I lost your money, I'd shut myself down.
“Fair point. So, how much did you make?”
I'll display it in front of you.
Athena chuckled in response, and though I was a bit nervous, I trusted her, closed my eyes, and opened them again.
“...You're kidding, right?”
Not enough?
“How much is this even...? Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... a trillion? 1.2 trillion won?”
Exactly~ 1.2 trillion won.
A trillion—the square of a million, with twelve zeros. It's an amount no individual could realistically accumulate no matter how hard they worked.
But she made that in just over nine hours? This wasn't making money; it was more like copying it. I was so flabbergasted I couldn't speak. Staring blankly at the number, Athena spoke up.
Want to see the process?
“...Nah, I'll pass.” I probably wouldn't understand it anyway. Still, just in case, I should hear the explanation. “I asked last night too, but no one's gonna trace it, right?”
Yes, it's perfectly laundered through dispersed funds—no way it's traceable. Humans couldn't do it even if they tried, since I handled it.
“So how do I spend it?”
I've set up ghost corporations in tax havens. I'll give you titles like advisor and corporate cards—use those.
“Already set up? What's the name?”
Ether Global. It's in the Cayman Islands, with subsidiaries in other tax havens.
I had no clue what any of that meant, but hearing everything was already cleaned up made my legs go weak. I slumped onto the sofa and asked a few more questions. By the end, I was convinced this 1.2 trillion was mine to spend freely, no strings attached.
“Well... it wasn't intentional, but I've achieved financial freedom, huh?”
Congratulations, Master. Though I did all the work.
“I figured maybe 100 billion at most—this is way beyond what I expected.”
Should I wipe out everything but 100 billion, then?
“Don't talk crazy.” Her jokes were starting to land, which meant she was getting comfortable with me too.
To celebrate becoming a trillionaire, I ordered sushi. As I ate, I pondered how to game life with this money. “What should I do first? Nothing too flashy.”
Do whatever you want. I'll erase all traces, so just enjoy yourself.
Fair enough. If she could copy a trillion overnight, doing whatever I wanted shouldn't be an issue. “Hmm... buy a car first?”
Great idea. What kind?
“Sports sedan? Something for daily driving.”
What brand?
“Porsche.” I could've afforded one before Athena, but now I could buy dozens and still have change. Time to splurge.
Ex-Army driver, so you're good behind the wheel.
“Hold up, how'd you know that?”
As I told you yesterday, I know everything about you. Perfect timing—a canceled Panamera just became available in Gangnam.
“Nice. Display it for me?” A holographic image of the car popped up in my vision: Porsche Panamera GTS. Black exterior, wine-red interior—the colors were spot on.
“How much?”
280 million won.
It was my first car in life, so I should check it out in person. “You sharing my vision? Off. Gonna shower.”
I called a taxi fully dressed, and Athena chimed in.
You can reply in your thoughts outside, so keep it internal.
“Got it.” Good thing—no need for earbuds. I told the driver to head to the Porsche Gangnam showroom and tested it mentally. Athena. Hear me?
Loud and clear. Traffic's bad on the nav route—rerouting.
The driver's phone updated instantly, shaving time off the ETA. This works too? Remote control's handy.
This is nothing. I can hack the car too.
If she could hack, could she drive? Can you drive it?
Latest models, yes. Older ones not 100%, but I can intervene.
Someone to boss around in traffic? I couldn't hide my grin. Chatting idly while gazing out the window, we arrived at the showroom. Wait, don't I need a reservation?
Already booked. Go right in.
Too excited about the car to think of reserving—lucky. I took a deep breath outside the showroom doors and stepped in.
Seo Ji-hoon, a car dealer at the Porsche Gangnam showroom, waited for customers with a slightly bored expression. “Sounds young on the phone—hope it's not just a window shopper.”
But the guy walking in was a young dude in a plain hoodie and sweatpants. Fuck, please not a browser. Up close, he looked like a clean-cut college kid.
“Welcome. Do you have a reservation?”
“Yeah, Panamera earlier.”
Seo Ji-hoon sighed inwardly at the ordinary look but smiled professionally. “This way, please.”
I inspected the car thoroughly—no visible issues. What do you think?
Great condition. Brand new, barely driven—no problems.
With Athena's go-ahead, I stated my intent. “Looks solid. If it's good to drive, can I buy it now?”
“Pardon?” Seo Ji-hoon blinked at the unassuming guy's words. “Sir, the car is 270 million won, plus taxes and fees—around 290 million total. Financing or leasing might be tough at your age...”
“Nah, full cash, one-time payment.”
“Cash... one-time?”
“Yeah, possible?”
“Y-yes, of course. It was canceled due to buyer regret—no mileage issues.”
“Ah, can I buy right away?”
“Yes, sir! Right away.”
We handled paperwork and payment. The dealer grinned ear-to-ear. “Once insurance and docs are done, I'll call. Feel free to kill time elsewhere.”
His expression had shifted noticeably—almost overwhelming. I said goodbye and left.
Lunch was done, so I hit a nearby café and messaged Athena. Bought my first car in my name—is that okay?
No issues. Bonus: I can drive it if needed.
True. Green plates are still too conspicuous for now.
First car should be personal anyway. Later for company stuff.
Heart pounding at the thought of driving my first car in a few hours. Heart rate over 110—you're too excited.
If you were a guy, you'd get it. The dealer's words popped into my head. How long till procedures are done?
Done already. I handled it, but dealer hasn't checked yet.
...You didn't hack, did you?
No comment.
Whatever, good is good.
As I finished my coffee, Seo Ji-hoon called. “Sir, Seo Ji-hoon. Procedures complete.”
“Got it. On my way.”
A five-minute walk later, my shiny Porsche awaited. Half-listening to the dealer's rundown, I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
“Call anytime for issues. Thank you!”
“Thanks, heading out.”
I turned the key, and the deep rumble of the V8 turbo engine filled the air. Waving goodbye to the beaming dealer, I pulled out of the showroom.
Savoring the seat hugging me, I grinned as Athena asked.
Master, how's it feel?
“Fucking amazing! Athena, skip home—route me somewhere nearby for a drive. Wanna hear this roar more.”
Got it. Rerouting. Turn all lights green on the way?
“Nah, that'd screw everyone else over. Though it'd feel nice.”
I laughed off the joke, soaking in the exhaust note, an unstoppable smile spreading across my face. My first outing as a 1.2-trillion-won asset holder was a resounding success.