Chapter 8: Making money off of Stark Technologies

Chapter 8: Making money off of Stark Technologies

[Authors note: I barely know anything about the stock market, so you people who do, don't hate on this, it is just a fanfic]

The following morning I woke up to a text on my phone.

[Ben, I have completed the task you have asked me to do.]

This is good. I will be able to make a lot of money this way.

In this world, Stark Technologies is a trillion dollar company which dropped below the threshold of a trillion dollar company when Tony Stark got kidnapped.

After that it dropped further due to what I did.

I was able to buy about 0.003% of stark technology stock…basically nothing. I couldn't do anything with this amount of stock, let alone become a board member.

So I decided to just make money through this fiasco.

As of right now, I believe that I can at the very least double my money in the constant change of the stock of Stark Tech.

When Tony Stark comes back the price will once again increase.

When he closes the weapons manufacturing department it will decrease again.

When the arc reactor and iron man suit is made they will increase again.

If I can capitalize on these events, I will be able to make a lot of money.

However, I won't be using all the 5 million I got from the sketchy guy before.

If I really do buy 5 million dollars worth of Stark Tech Stock, even if it is through another person, it will be weird if people did not find out what's going on.

Now I just have to hold tight for 3 months and wait for Tony Stark to come back.

...

In the middle of the night after school, I reached an underground boxing ring with a mask I purchased beforehand.

The reason for this is because this is my first actual match.

Sure, it was an 'completely legal' match where 'no one would get hurt,' but that's precisely why I had come to it.

I have been training for months, but what is the point of training if I cannot actually apply it in a real fight.

I put my mask on, paid some money to enter the ring and saw my opponent over there.

[A quest has been generated

The hosts first real fight

Difficulty: E-rank

Description: The host is fighting an ex-con who just recently got out of prison. While it is his first illegal fight, he has fought people before and killed someone as well. Your opponent will not hesitate to kill.

Reward: ?

Penalty: None]

I looked at the quest and got nervous.

I was told I would also be fighting someone who has never fought before, so I expeceted it to be an ameture who is desperate for some money, not an actual killer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time, we are welcoming 2 newbies as the opening act! They currently have no nicknames but I was told they are promising rookies! Now, let the match...BEGIN!" Shouted the announcer.

As I looked at my opponent, a status page opened right beside him. I was a bit surprised as the system had never shown me someone else's stats before, but I did not have the time to focus on that right now.

[Name: ?

Job: -Thug-

Strength: E-

Agility: F-

Sense: F-

Vitality: F+

Intelligence: F-

Skills: Rookie Killer (E), Rookie Thug (E), Bone Crusher (F)

State: Injured, drunk, unhealthy]

Looking at his stats I calmed down a bit. I just have to dodge his punches and I should be fine.

I also realized that stats are not everything, skills seem to be as important or maybe more important.

Except for strength and vitality all his stats are F- rank, but he is a E rank difficulty mob, it just goes to show that skills can help a lot.

I would like to read more about his skills, but I decided that it was better to stay focused on the opponent. If I show him a second of distraction and he lands a hit on me, I would probably lose, and get injured.

"Kid, I don't know what you are doing here, but leave. I don't want to have accidentally killed you," said the fat thug in front of me.

I ignored him and decided to take a defensive stance.

"So be it," he said as he rushed me and tried to slam me onto the floor of the ring.

I dodged him and decided to punch him at his kidney.

Maybe it was because I was nervous, maybe it's because I did not want to hurt somebody, I wasn't able to hit him with 100% of my strength.

The thug just ignored my punch, bounced off the side of the ring and charged towards me like a bull to tackle me down.

He was successful the second time.

The second I dropped onto the ring, I felt my back hurt like crazy.

He then raised his fist and punched me in my face.

He had a crazy smile on his face, I could smell the disgusting smell of beer on him as he continued to punch me.

This was an anything goes battle, there were no rules other than no killing.

So I decided to use that to my advantage, used my hands and punched his balls.

It hurt enough for him to give me a chance to push him away.

"THIS LITTLE SHIT," he shouted as he tried to punch my face again.

This time, I decided to say fuck you to my boxing skills and just pushed the redirect the fat shits attack to the side, and kick his back.

I then did a massive swing and hit his face from the back.

I sat on his back and continued to do this until he passed out.