The Passive Income System

[Welcome! To the Passive Income System!]

"Uh-huh." A purple-translucent screen manifested in front of me. I was currently taking a shower in my apartment—which, thankfully, was paid for by my parents—but that wasn't all. I had transmigrated to this world three days ago into the body of Amane Fujimiya from The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten. 

His black hair and black eyes and slightly taller then average height. Weak but not frail physique and sharp eyes. All of it was the same and he was surprisingly endowed in a certain male part which wouldn't show with how he acted in the original series. 

That's right, an anime/light novel series. And I was here. When I woke up, I was on the floor and felt a sharp pain in my head. I was confused, but then a wave of memories hit me. I—or rather Amane—had slipped on a magazine he left on the floor and hit the sharp point of a counter.

It was so like him. Thankfully, he had Mahiru to help him change his habits because sooner or later, this would've happened to him in the original series.

Speaking of Mahiru, I hadn't tried to talk to her or initiate anything because I still wasn't used to everything. Plus, I didn't really know how to. She's much colder in person than any novel or anime could ever portray.

 I'm getting sidetracked...

[Yeah, you are! I don't have all day, after all.]

There was text but no audio. It felt strange, but whatever.

"Just get to it." I just wanted to enjoy my shower.

[Uh? Fine, then.]

[The Passive Income System is what it sounds like. You'll get a passive income, slotted for the beginning of every new week.]

"How much?"

[Let me finish.]

"Okay..."

[There are Five Tiers and 10 sub-tiers. 

Tier 1 gives you the equivalent to 1,000 usd

Tier 2 Give you 2,000 Usd

Tier 3 Give you 4,000 Usd

Tier 4 Gives you 8,000 Usd

Tier 5: Gives you 16,000 Usd

with each sub-tier basically being within the previous tier and next tier's amount. So I won't focus on them.]

"So—"

[Shut up.]

'...' The text had quite the attitude.

[The shop feature allows you to purchase knowledge, items, or access to opportunities.]

[Knowledge: While it won't grant you Tony Stark-level expertise, it provides practical, real-world insights.

Items: These are exactly as they sound—practical or plausible objects that exist or could exist in this world.

Opportunities: This allows you to use money to access specific chances. For instance, if you want to attend a party but need an invitation, you can purchase the right to one. Or, if you're interested in buying land, you can acquire the right to negotiate for it without any complications. Note that you'll still need money and good negotiation skills to finalize the deal.]

[Anything you do that qualifies will be translated into skills. Additional income can be earned by completing Main Quests and Side Quests, each of which is ranked from one to five tiers, matching the income system.]

[Say "Skills" to view your current skill list. Say "Status" for a complete overview. Skills are also graded on a scale from one to five. Bye.]

"What the fuck..." The hot shower water hitting me helped keep me grounded, but I couldn't fully believe what I just read. Still, I wasn't about to deny this wonderful gift.

"Skills." A new purple-translucent screen appeared in front of me.

[Skills]

Listening Level 4 (100/1,250)

2. Studying Level 3 (40/250)

3. Fitness Level 2 (5/50)

4. Cooking Level 1 (0/10)

5. Confidence Level 1 (0/10)

Damn... none of my skills from my last world/life transferred over! A lot of work was going to need to be done.

"Status."

[Status]

Name: Amane Fujimiya

Age: 16 (Birthday: Nov. 8)

Income: Tier 1

Net Worth: $1,000 USD (156,455 yen)

"I guess the money is in the system, and I can use it whenever I need? I wonder... Shop?"

[Shop]

[Say what you need...]

"A way to use money from the system."

[Searching...]

[Found!]

[Shop Card: $100

Uses: Use money from the shop directly in daily life.]

"Wow. Couldn't just give me a card for free?"

Nothing came in response to my sarcasm. It seemed the system had lost that lifelike consciousness, which was honestly for the better.

"Hah~ Buy."

$100 left the system's income screen, and my purchase was complete.

[Delivered. On counter in kitchen.]

"Thanks. I'll finish this shower and check it out. I also need to get food. I'll splurge tonight!"

I quickly finished my shower and got dressed in light clothing—some loose grey pants and a loose long-sleeve black shirt. Heading toward the kitchen, I saw it: a purple-gold debit card. Or, in this country (Japan), I guess it would be called a cash card? I'm not really sure on that, I'm-my soul-is originally from the US so there was a lot I still needed to get used to even if I had Amane's memories. 

Regardless, I grabbed the card and put it in my wallet. That's when a thought struck me.

"Status."

.

.

.

Items:

Cash card: Needs pin.

"Set pin to 999"

[Pin Set]

Walking out of my apartment, I sighed in relief. Phew~ saved myself some embarrassment. Time to go eat!

Click~

I locked the door to my apartment and headed down the elevator without a real destination in mind. Dressed in light, casual clothes, I figured I shouldn't go anywhere with a dress code—not that I had enough money for that anyway. I was glad I chose these clothes, though, as the weather was quite chilly but not cold. It was autumn, after all, my favorite season, which served to improve my mood exponentially.

I just remembered I didn't style my hair. Whatever, I guess. If someone recognizes me from school, so be it. Since transmigrating, I'd been doing my hair every time I went out to avoid anyone from school, but I couldn't be bothered to go back to my apartment just for that.

The city looked beautiful, with the setting sun casting its orange rays over everything. Coupled with the perfect temperature, it was truly a perfect evening—almost night—to be out. I took out my phone and checked the time: 4:40 PM. A perfect time; most places should be open. Speaking of...

"The real-life Wagnaria!" I remembered it being in Hokkaido, not here in Tokyo, but whatever. This world was different from the original Angel Next Door. Shizuka from Oregairu was a teacher at my school, among other odd changes. I didn't want to think about school stuff right now, though, so I walked into the classic anime diner.

"Hello!" A bubbly voice welcomed me in. It was Taneshima Popura. Her youthful face sparkled with enthusiasm, her golden-brown eyes shining brightly. Her light brown hair was tied into a playful side ponytail, with soft bangs framing her forehead and delicate strands curling around her cheeks. Of course, she had her surprisingly well-developed chest, but that wasn't important.

"Hi. Just a spot—"

"Leave me alone, you bastard!" An angry, mature woman's voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to my left, where the shout had come from, and needless to say, it wasn't surprising.

It was Miss Shizuka, and she was knocking some sense into a guy who clearly looked like scum. He deserved it, but that was their business, not mine.

'...' I turned back towards Taneshima and she did the same.

"Ha..ha.." Taneshima chuckled awkwardly clearly not knowing what to say but I wasn't focused on that.

[Side-Quest: Calm Shizuka down.

Reward: A free meal and relationship improvement with Shizuka.]

It has now become my business.