Things to do
After dealing with those troublesome kids, I finally got home. Any anger I had felt towards them had long since dissipated; my actions were merely to keep them at bay, and I found no satisfaction in it. In another world, I had encountered many such people—aristocrats, royalty—just prideful brats.
Upon opening the door and entering, I announced, "I'm home." To my surprise, my sister and her two friends were in the living room, seemingly helping her study.
"Oh, bro, you're back," she greeted me in a nonchalant tone.
"You didn't mention you'd have visitors," I said to my sister.
"Ah, these two," she replied, gesturing towards the girls with a smirk. "They're not visitors; they're my followers."
Her friends quickly corrected her. "What are you saying, Sara? You begged us for help because you didn't understand the teacher's lecture!"
"Yeah, you brat, focus on your studies."
"Alright, can you stop now?" Sara interjected, her eyes welling up with tears. I remembered that these two, Nasha with her light brown hair and brown eyes, and Lilia with blonde hair and green eyes, had been helping her since elementary school. It felt like many years to me, though they hadn't changed much.
"Didn't you listen in class again?" I asked my sister.
"She's always like this," Nasha added, looking at me with a blush. The three of them started arguing as I quietly retreated to my room.
Once in my room, I flopped onto my bed, pondering my next steps. After a few hours, I decided to inform my mom that I would move to the dorm to focus on my job and made up some excuses.
"Bro, dinner's ready," my sister called.
At dinner, I outlined my plan and reasons to my mom, who eventually agreed.
"Mom, can I have your bank account details? And yours too, sis?"
"Oh, right," my sister replied.
After receiving their details, I transferred 1.5 million hex to each of them. With that much, one could live luxuriously for a week. Their phones chimed simultaneously.
Their jaws dropped. "What is this? Where did you get so much money? You didn't do anything illegal, did you?" they asked, worried and incredulous.
Maybe I overdid it, I thought. I should have bought them a house first. With a sigh, I realized there was no turning back. I decided to buy them a house later and explain then, to avoid suspicion. I concocted a story about a bonus from helping a friend's guild.
After dinner, I packed my things, ready to move out the next day.
The next morning, I was filled with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia as I prepared to leave for the school dormitory. The thought of moving out was necessary to help my family live a better life, even though I was uncertain about my own future. There was no rush; after all, I was finally home after ensuring I hadn't left anything important behind.
Leaving my room early in the morning, I remembered it was my mom's day off. Recalling times when we faced financial difficulties and she always worked without taking days off, I felt perhaps I had truly helped her this time. My mom, with her beautiful black hair and green eyes, and Sara, were preparing the food. It warmed my heart and made me feel truly at home, but I knew I needed to go to ensure a better future for them.
Walking towards them, I took my seat. "Mom, from now on, I have a dorm, so I won't be coming home often. Maybe I'll visit once a week to check on you two," I said.
"Sure, son, but always take care of yourself and don't push too hard. You can always come back home anytime you want," my mom replied.
"Mom's right. By the way, bro, do you already have a girlfriend?" my sister asked.
"I don't. Why?"
"Nasha just asked me if you have any," my sister said with a nonchalant expression while eating.
"And why did she ask that?" I said, confused.
"Never mind, just eat," she replied with an irritated expression.
What's with her? I thought to myself.
After discussing some things with my family while eating, I was on my way to school.
It's getting cold; I just remembered it's almost winter. I should hurry and buy a house; our current house can't handle this weather. I remembered last winter, when my mom became sick because of the cold. After a long contemplation, I finally arrived at the dormitory area, a luxury tall building. Entering the lobby, I saw the receptionist. After talking to her and showing my papers, she finally gave me the key to my dorm. I took the elevator. Hmm, at thistime, there's still no student; maybe it's too early. I should find my dorm quickly. After a few minutes, I finally found it.
After securing access to my room with a quick key insertion and fingerprint registration, I ventured inside, instantly taken aback by its sprawling luxury. The room was outfitted with sleek, modern furniture and boasted an array of high-end amenities that justified its hefty price tag of 3 billion hex a month. Acknowledging the comfort it offered, I dedicated the first few hours to meticulously organizing my bedroom. Yet, my curiosity about the other facilities led me to the training room next.
The training room, revealed behind a large, imposing metal door, was a marvel of modern technology. Upon entering, I was greeted by a state-of-the-art setup that made my investment feel worthwhile. The centerpiece, a high-tech training dummy, was capable of simulating various combat scenarios and adjusting its difficulty in real-time. Surrounding it were cutting-edge fitness equipment, holographic projectors for tactical training, and advanced biometric measuring devices that could track and analyze every aspect of physical and magical performance. I remember I chose this dorm because of the crafting room, but now I have finally used the training room. This is the place where I'm going to train Ferdinand after completing my own training.
I made my way to the crafting room, a testament to modern innovation in the fields of blacksmithing and artifact creation. The door slid open to reveal a workshop filled with the latest in crafting technology: 3D printers capable of working with enchanted metals, molecular assemblers for precise artifact construction, and augmented reality workstations that offered step-by-step guides in the creation of magical items. Every tool and machine was interconnected, allowing for seamless integration of design, fabrication, and enchantment processes. This room was specifically designed for students whose talents lie in blacksmithing or artifact creation. Getting accepted into the academy is recognition that you're talented, so many guilds sponsor students with talents in smithing or crafting. This kind of room allows them to harness their skills and abilities so that after the students graduate from the academy, they can finally make the students they sponsor work for them.
With a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, I left the crafting room. I realized that I'm already late. I ran out of my dorm as fast as I could.