Idle Money System

Left alone in the vast manor, Alexander found himself with nothing to do, but something caught his attention. The energy in this place was incredibly dense.

From the moment he stepped inside, he felt the surrounding energy being absorbed into his body. He was certain that if he trained here for just one more day, his strength would increase again.

"If I cultivate for just one more day, my strength will grow by 5 points," Alexander said with a smile, excitement clear on his face.

"But why is the energy so abundant here? Back at my apartment, it's much scarcer," Alexander wondered, deep in thought.

"Could it be because this place is in the mountains?" he pondered, raising his eyebrows. It seemed like the most logical explanation.

Without knowing whether his theory was true or not, he made his way down the hallway and arrived at the master bedroom.

The Manor was large, but Alexander had already memorized the layout of the entire place, so he did not get lost.

Thanks to the increase in his stats, Alexander noticed a boost in his intelligence as well. After entering the room, he sat on the king-sized bed, crossing his legs.

White streams of energy began swirling around him, and with every passing second, minute, and hour, he could feel his power growing. His breathing quickened, but not a drop of sweat formed on his skin.

His mind remained focused, his face calm as he continued on his path without disturbance. He felt at one with the world, while his consciousness awakening within him. Everything around him was pitch black, with the white energy serving as the only light in the darkness.

Far away from Alexander, in a dark alley, there stood a bar guarded by several men with large, muscular builds. Their bodies were covered in tattoos, and their faces were as fierce as lions.

Inside, in the underground section of the bar, two men sat at a table, while two women attended to a middle-aged man, massaging him or offering him drinks.

The man had a burn mark on his face and was short in stature, but his height was not to be underestimated. His accomplishments were far more impressive than anyone might assume at first glance.

The man was none other than James's father, sipping wine served by a young woman in a sleeveless black dress. He glanced at his thin assistant standing quietly in across the table him.

"So, how did it go?" James's father asked, looking at the assistant.

The assistant adjusted his glasses slightly before replying, "He took the call, boss. He said he'd be here tomorrow, but…" His voice trailed off.

"But what" Jonathan said hearing the suspense at the end.

"He'll only accept if you pay him 1 billion pesos to take action," the thin assistant said.

Jonathan furrowed his brows, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again. "I see. Tell him we'll agree," he replied.

The assistant was stunned that his boss accepted such an outrageous deal.

"Boss, isn't that amount a bit excessive? He's just a fighter. Why are we paying him so much?" he asked, his expression was so confused, about what made the old man worth a billion.

Like an old man who's a fighter? What happens if he has a backache during a fight? Isn't that just throwing away money instead of saving it for future use?

Jonathan looked at his confused expression feeling amused, "Ethan there's a lot of things you don't know from this world there are people that is different than normal" he explained.

Ethan his assistant was even more confused, "What do you mean different than normal?"

"You'll understand tomorrow what I mean. Just tell him we're happy to accept his offer," Jonathan said, a wide smile arching across his face.

Ethan grew curious about who this old man could be, but knowing he'd find out tomorrow, his questions would soon be answered. He walked out to relay his boss's message to the old man via a phone call.

Jonathan took another sip of his wine, confident that victory was within reach now that he had a grandmaster on his side. "Benjamin, this time you're going to lose big," he said, finishing with a laugh.

He then pinned the woman who was serving him with fine wine to the couch, tearing off her dress, revealing her cleavage before taking her forcefully.

"Master, be gentle" The lady said, her voice was flirtatious.

"Woman you're playing with fire" as he ravaged her. The room then was filled with sounds unsuitable for minors.

The next day passed, and as the sun bathed the manor in light, Alexander remained in bed, deeply focused on his cultivation. Suddenly, the sunlight streamed across his face, rousing him from his slumber.

As he opened his eyes, his blue pupils sparkled with radiant energy. He took a deep breath through his nostrils, then rose from the bed and began to stretch.

"System show me my status" Alexander mumbled.

[Status

Experience: 8/300

Name: Alexander

Free Points: 4

Title: None

Level: 4

Strength: 26

Speed: 23

Defense: 24

Charisma: 10 {MAX}

Earnings: 46,200 Pesos

Balance: 32,168 Pesos

Skills: {Heart Of Stone[UN]}

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

Seeing this, Alexander realized his strength had increased fivefold. Back in the apartment, it would have only increased by 2 or 3, but the energy in this place was far superior.

Not only had his strength improved, but his speed and defense had also seen a slight boost. Just then, his phone rang with a familiar number. He picked it up and pressed it to his ear.

"Alexander, do you want to join us? Sophie and I are going shopping and then hitting the arcade. Want to play?" the girl's voice asked from the other end.

"Sure, I'd be glad to," Alexander nodded in response.

"Hurry up and get here! We're at Robinson's. Be fast!" she urged.

"Okay, I'll go right away," Alexander replied, realizing he had nothing else planned. Enjoying the day sounded like a great idea.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He took a quick shower in his bathroom, drying himself off with a towel in no time. Then he put on a black tank top and matching shorts that showcased his muscles.

He looked like a figure carved from a painting; the simple clothes he wore were elevated by his temperament and demeanor, greatly enhancing his appearance.

The saying "clothes make the man" didn't apply to Alexander at all.

As he exited the manor, the two guards quickly opened the gate and greeted him with a respectful "Good morning."

Alexander responded respectfully and walked down the path, which was lined with many houses leading to various villas and small manors.

After making his way down, he arrived at the gate and saw the familiar face of the security guard named Kent. He walked over to him.

Seeing Alexander who was coming to him, Kent quickly opened the entrance gate and said, "Sorry about yesterday I didn't know," feeling embarrassed, remembering yesterday and also afraid of offending a big shot.

Alexander waved it off with a smile. "There's nothing wrong with what you did. You were just doing your job."

The security guard sighed in relief. Alexander, noticing the lack of taxis around, found himself in a dilemma, unsure if any would come down this road.

"Are there any taxis that come through here?" Alexander asked Kent.

Hearing this question Kent was stunned, "Does he not have the car" he asked inwardly filled with confusion.

"No, actually, you're the first person to arrive in a taxi here. Most owners come in Maseratis, Ferraris, or other expensive cars. You're really a low-profile young master," Kent said, mistakenly assuming Alexander was a modest kind of rich guy.

"Low profile, my ass," Alexander thought to himself.

"But how can I get a ride to leave this place?" Alexander asked.

Kent smiled at this and replied, "I can give you a ride, young master. We have a black car from the company right over there, if you want me I can take you to your destination."

Hearing this Alexander was surprised, "Aren't you working right now" he spoked inquiringly.

"Actually, young master, you're special because you've bought the most expensive manor. We've been instructed to assist you in any way we can. So, what do you say?" Kent asked.

Worried about wasting more time since Claire and Sophie were waiting for him, Alexander replied, "Okay, then take me to Robinson. I have an appointment with a friend."

"Sure, young master," Kent said as he drove the car out from the display area in the parking lot.

He pulled the car out, and Alexander settled into the backseat. "We're on our way now, young master," Kent informed him from the front.

Alexander felt uncomfortable with the term "young master." "Just call me Alexander; no need for formalities," he said.

Kent was stunned and found himself in a dilemma. "Young master, I—"

Seeing the troubled expression on Kent's face in the rearview mirror, Alexander sighed and added, "You can call me whatever you want if that makes you more comfortable."

Kent sighed in relief. "Thank you, young master"

Kent understood that his status was low, and addressing a rich person by their name without any title could cost him his job. So, he felt grateful for Alexander's respectful attitude.