Idle Money System

Alexander didn't return to his manor instead, he went to his apartment, since he left the sets of Mountain Dew there. Upon arriving, he took the stairs and entered his room.

After closing the door, he searched for the sets of Mountain Dew, and he saw it on the right side of the wall. They were then illuminated by spectral light as they disintegrated into particles. A panel then materialized before him.

[Click 'Confirm' to continue]

The system panel said clicking the button, it then disappeared into his system storage. He was so stupid that he actually forgot he had a system storage on him.

For the set of Mountain Dew, it was sent to a guy named 'FatMerchant69' since tomorrow he was going to send it, so sending it early was still the same.

Placing his hand on his jaw while looking down, he thought for a while, "I think I should buy some food and drinks tonight since it's an unknown world. What happens if the animals aren't edible for me?" he thought deeply.

Alexander was truly curious and couldn't wait to experience what world he was going to be transported to. But he knew he must not slack off and prepare himself for the better. He then sat cross-legged again on the bed, using the 'Vital Draw Technique' to attract the surrounding energy.

His focus was at maximum, and after an hour had passed and night came, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.

"The energy here is really thin. After cultivating for six hours, only two points were added, and for the rest, it's just only one," he said in disappointment, his face etched with frustration.

[Status

Experience: 8/300

Name: Alexandern/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Free Points: 4

Title: None

Level: 4

Strength: 28

Speed: 24

Defense: 25

Charisma: 10 {MAX}

Earnings: 61,525 Pesos

Balance: 27,168 Pesos

Skills: {Heart Of Stone[UN]}

Techniques: {Serpents Coil}, {Vital Draw Technique}]

Observing his stats and the remaining free points, he decided to let it stand by and wait for trouble to arise. Glancing at his earnings, which had reached 61,525 pesos, he couldn't help but shake his head.

It was like half a day of accumulation, and he had only earned that much. He was planning to continue and wait until 8 pm to stop, but his phone rang. The name was familiar, and the face on the profile was Zya's.

Answering the phone and placing it to his ear, he asked, "Yes, Zya, is there a problem?" he inquired, puzzled by her call at night.

"Alexander, can you accompany me tonight?" she replied on the other end.

Upon hearing this, Alexander agreed immediately, as it was nighttime, and he was concerned that something might happen to her.

"Sure, where do you want us to meet?" he asked inquisitively.

"I'm just outside Gaisano. I'll be waiting for you here," she said warmly over the phone.

"I'll be there right away," Alexander replied.

After the call ended, he searched for clothes in his drawer to change. Despite not having showered, he felt refreshed. Opting for a white shorts and a black T-shirt with the 'Oxygen' logo, he left his room.

After stepping out of his apartment, he took a ride in a minibus. The place was a bit far, as the ride would take the road over the bridge, this is the minibus pathway.

"I really need to buy a car," Alexander sighed inwardly.

Arriving across Gaisano, a supermall, he crossed the road and tried to find Zya. Finally, he spotted her standing in the center.

She looks so elegant, draped in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves with understated grace. The dress featured a high neckline with a delicate choker, adding a touch of sophistication. The sweetheart neckline, subtly revealing a sliver of her decolletage, hinted at a playful sensuality beneath her demure exterior.

The long sleeves, gathered at the shoulders, added a touch of romanticism, while the thigh-high slit on the skirt showcased her long, slender legs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing a face that was both delicate and striking.

Her eyes, a deep, mesmerizing shade of brown, held a quiet intensity that hinted at hidden depths. Her lips painted a soft shade of pink and her entire demeanor exuded an air of a quiet beauty and elegance.

The dress, with its simple yet sophisticated design, accentuated her natural beauty and highlighted her graceful figure. She was a vision of understated elegance, a woman who commanded attention without needing to shout.

Alexander was frozen for a moment, unable to help but see how beautiful she looked, all dressed up. He then called out to her. Zya, hearing the familiar voice, shifted slightly. When she saw Alexander, she arched a smile that felt like it was radiating with light.

He was frozen yet again, wondering if the skill 'Heart of Stone' was working or not. Seeing her awed expression, she couldn't help but giggle at his silly expression and take pride in his beauty.

"Sorry I'm late. The minibus took a detour, crossing two bridges," Alexander explained, scratching his back hair sheepishly.

Zya just smiled and interlocked her arms with Alexander, feeling the soft skin of his. He couldn't help but freeze, wondering what just happened.

If his memory served him right, Zya wasn't usually this touchy, but now she was interlocking with him, making him surprised by the intimacy. Suddenly, a car roared and stopped in front of them, as they were close to the road.

It was a supercar, a Toyota GR Supra, rolled up. Its electric blue paint still gleamed despite a few subtle signs of wear, giving it a rugged, seasoned look. The car's sharp, aggressive curves and low-slung stance gave it the appearance of a predator on the road, ready to pounce.

Its black alloy wheels and carbon-fiber spoiler showed its raw speed and power it contained, while the roaring exhaust announced its arrival long before anyone saw it.

The windows then lowered, and a familiar face appeared in Alexander's view. It was none other than Michael, the guy who had insulted him back at the restaurant.

He was wearing a formal suit, and his face was filled with a smile. But when he saw Zya interlocking her arms with Alexander, his gaze turned cold.

"Not you, poor guy, again? Why are you here!" Michael spoke, starting to insult him again.

Zya narrowed her brows and said coldly, "Michael, if you don't let Alexander come, then I won't come with you," she said indifferently.

Michael couldn't help but curse but had nothing to do but agree. So, he got out and opened the door in the front seat, but Zya just ignored him and opened the door for the back seat.

She went inside and called for Alexander to sit beside her. Alexander followed suit, leaving Michael, the owner of the car, fuming. His eyes were red, as if he had been treated as a chauffeur in his own car.

He swallowed his anger and entered the driver's seat, driving away from the scene. Looking at the rearview mirror, he could see the two of them engaged in a cheerful conversation, completely disregarding his presence.

"Let's see how I can make you pay for ruining my chances," Michael thought coldly.

Through the rearview mirror, he noticed Alexander's eyes roaming around his car, making him have an arrogant smile from his face.

"A poor person remains a poor person. Consider it an honor to ride in my car," he thought, emphasizing their difference in status.

Unbeknownst to him, Alexander simply observed the car and noted its flaws. The paint had faint scratches and a couple of small dings on the body, suggesting it was overused. The leather seats had softened, displaying slight creases and a gentle patina. The digital dashboard glowed brightly, but some buttons showed signs of wear, indicating frequent use.

After his observations, it became clear to Alexander that the car was pre-owned, likely a second-hand purchase. He then resumed his conversation with Zya, and eventually, they reached their destination.

She then opened one door, while Alexander opened the other. They both stepped out of the car as Michael parked it. At the entrance, a large man in a black suit stood, adorned with black tattoos of a dragon on his neck that extended to his cheeks.

Bald and muscular, resembling a WWE wrestler, his presence was even more intimidating due to his black skin tone. Michael handed him a card, which the man inspected before allowing the three of them to enter.

Walking through the hallway, they found themselves in a KTV bar. After a brief walk, they reached a door. Upon opening it, they found seven people already inside.

There were four men and three women inside. As they opened the door, the group smiled, indicating they had been waiting for them. However, they were surprised to see an additional, uninvited guest who was more handsome than anyone they had ever encountered.

Despite his striking looks, the women lost interest upon noticing his casually dressed attire, leading to disappointed sighs. They had finally met a handsome man, only to realize he was not wealthy.

"Michael, you're finally here. Let's start drinking now," a man with brown hair said with a smile.

"Haha, I'm only late because I picked up Zya on the way," Michael responded.

The man with brown hair looked at the new unfamiliar face and inquired, "Who's the man you brought along?" scrutinizing Alexander from head to toe.

"A poor guy, just pretend he was never here," Michael said, attempting to humiliate Alexander.

Zya was displeased with his words but chose to introduce Alexander to the group, "This is my classmate since elementary, his name is Alexander," presenting him to the others.

The group nodded in agreement, as they were reluctant to befriend someone that is poor, regardless of his good looks. Then a girl, around Zya's age, approached her.

"Zya, is he your boyfriend? If not, why did you invite him?" May asked, narrowing her eyes as she whispered into Zya's ear.

"May, he's my friend. Of course, I want to invite him to accompany me. I only accepted Michael's invitation because you were pestering me to go, not because of him," Zya cheeks blushed, as she explained to her best friend.

May, who had been her friend for years despite not attending the same school, had a preference for wealthy individuals. Zya could sense the disdain in her words when mentioning Alexander.

"Zya, just a reminder, Michael is much better than your friend over there. He's only handsome, but being handsome doesn't make money. You have to consider that Michael is the best choice," May said to her.

"I'll keep that in mind," Zya responded, not caring at all. She just wanted her friend to shut up rather than arguing with her.