Changes

Apart from getting richer, there was also his current issue, and that was his strength. In fact, it was his entire body, to be specific.

He seemed to be getting stronger each day, and it wasn't just by a small amount. Each day he woke up, he was twice as strong as the previous day.

He would also be twice as fast and twice as smart... hopefully. This meant that he could do a lot of things now. He didn't know the exact level of power he was at now, but he knew it wasn't enough and could see it becoming a problem in a month or two.

Leaving the library, Oliver got into a car that was parked by the roadside. It was a Rolls Royce Phantom, as fancy as things could be and drew the eyes of many, but it didn't bother him.

His appearance alone drew attention to him. He was nearly seven feet tall, standing at around six feet, nine inches, and looked like the protagonist of some manhwa.

He was lean, but looking a bit closer would automatically reveal the muscles underneath. In simple terms, he was an absolute sleeper... well, he was nowhere near Bruce Banner, but he was a sleeper.

He didn't dress fancy or anything, but even the blind could tell that his clothes were all high quality and were probably from some brand of some sort, but in truth, Oliver himself didn't know.

He had a stylist who he paid to pick out what he wore... well, technically, he paid her to simply do the shopping for him, and she had done an excellent job making it easy for him to pick practically anything, and they would match.

As for why he was wasting money like that, it was simple. He was now rich; his exploits meant that he made around $20 million each month.

Literally, one percent of that was enough for him to not only hire but pay a whole staff of people that could maintain and keep his house for a year.

He had the money, and he would absolutely use it. He was not the richest—Namor held that title if they were talking properties, and Black Panther had it if they were talking total assets.

But he was getting there. All he needed to do now was study the market as much as possible to understand what was missing in this world compared to Earth so he could fill in the gap.

Entering the car, the driver immediately took off, heading towards his home. The past two weeks had been a bit hectic for him, not that he had done anything of major importance to his goal, but it was still hectic.

It turns out that being a hundred times smarter than the average human doesn't guarantee that you will become Reed Richards. One's creativity, imagination, and all are still called into question.

It was true that he could be considered a polymath, but that was only for the lower-level things. Learning wasn't that hard for him, but applying that knowledge was a different thing altogether.