

Summary of the Super Spender
He paused, looking between the gleaming catalog full of high-end goodies – items he could only dream of owning freely – and the harsh reality of the mission's demands. "Seriously," he muttered under his breath, "did I just join some kind of millionaire social experiment club called 'Super Spender'? Or is this *actual* aristocratic training?"
The concept felt bizarre, almost insulting. Was this supposed to teach him poise? He doubted it. This felt less like refinement and more like... well, he didn't know what 'more'. Training a reckless billionaire how to blow money on impulse buys seemed plausible for the consequences part, but the *intent* behind "grace and poise" was lost somewhere in translation.
His expression remained blank, betraying none of the frantic mental recalibration happening. Could this be it? The path to becoming a refined, high-class wastrel? Or was there some hidden meaning he hadn't grasped yet? Failure's consequence was listed as 'Unknown punishment', leaving him even more unsettled than before.