To the rest of the world, Peyton Holt is the definition of the American Dream on steroids.
He founded the biggest gaming empire in the United States before he was twenty-five. His studio's titles have been downloaded more than a billion times and still make players whale so hard they forget their own birthdays. He bankrolled and directed movies that grossed nine figures each and cleaned up every awards season. He started a hardware company that ships phones, laptops, and next-gen consoles to every continent. Even the "joke" burger chain he opened just to burn cash now has over four thousand locations and a stock price higher than most tech companies.
Employees call him the best boss alive. Investors call him a once-in-a-generation genius. Silicon Valley calls him Satan. Forbes says he's worth thirty-two billion and climbing.
Yet everyone who actually knows him says the same thing: The dude lives like a broke college kid who's terrified someone will find his bank app.
He is, without question, the most reluctant billionaire on planet Earth.
And every time someone calls him a "visionary," Peyton Holt wants to curl into a ball and cry.
Because the truth is simple:
"I never wanted any of this." "I just wanted to lose money." "I just wanted the system to let me fail in peace." "Why won't you people let me go broke?!"
This is the story of a man cursed with the worst golden finger in history:
The Loss Conversion System. Lose a dollar for the company → get a dollar in his own pocket. Make a dollar for the company → get one measly cent.
It sounded like the perfect retirement plan.
Instead it became the longest, funniest, most expensive nightmare of his life.
And it all started with fifty grand, a dorm room in Los Angeles, and the worst game ever made.
Turn the page.
You're about to watch one man fight the entire universe… and lose spectacularly.