Urban System in America-Chapter 60 - 59: Future News

Opening the system interface, a radiant glow pulsed in the center—"Future Stock News" gleaming like a treasure waiting to be claimed.

With a single thought, he chose to claim it and immediately opened the description.

The screen flickered briefly before a new window slid into view, sleek and shimmering with digital clarity.

[Future Stock News]

[Description: Displays the trends of a specific high-potential stock, available for a limited duration of 10 days. When executed precisely according to system instructions, ensures up to 1000% profit.]

He froze.

Then blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then slowly leaned forward and read it again—just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

"Up to... a thousand percent?" he whispered.

His heart pounded. His breath caught in his throat.

Not in some vague, hopeful way either. The system wasn’t suggesting or estimating. It guaranteed it—if executed properly.

He stared blankly at the screen, the buzz of the café around him fading into nothing.

"A billion... just like that?"

He leaned back slowly in his chair, blinking rapidly, eyes still locked on the screen, overwhelmed.

This wasn’t a simple reward.

It was a "divine gift."

It was borderline mythical.

A golden cheat code dropped into his lap.

After a moment, he exhaled deeply, a shaky laugh escaping from his mouth:

"This system... might actually make me unstoppable," he muttered, eyes gleaming.

His hands trembled slightly, not out of fear, but pure, unfiltered adrenaline.

And for the first time since arriving in this world, Rex truly felt the weight of what he held in his hands.

It wasn’t just money, nor just knowledge. But influence. Power. The kind that topples giants and builds empires.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and let the thought simmer.

He saw himself seated on a high throne, with kings, tycoons, and visionaries kneeling before him. His name engraved into history—not whispered, but "carved."

World-shaking.

Godlike.

Unstoppable.

But then—

"Maate, maate, maate—stop, stop right there!"

He slapped his cheeks lightly, snapping himself out of the vision like a monk banishing impure thoughts.

"What the hell am I thinking?" he muttered, eyes wide. "I had decided to live a peaceful, leisurely life. Sip some coffee. Read books. Maybe flirt a little. Not topple giants and build empires!"

He stood up abruptly and began pacing like a man teetering between enlightenment and insanity.

And then it hit him.

A sharp glint lit up in his eyes.

He clenched his fist and smacked it into his open palm with a dramatic snap.

"Aha! I knew it! I finally understand!"

He squinted suspiciously into the air, as if he could pierce through the digital veil of the system itself.

"This is it. This is your plan, isn’t it? You’re trying to corrupt my pure, innocent soul with power and glory. A slow seduction. Tch. Really crafty, you sly bastard."

He pointed an accusing finger at the empty air, muttering darkly.

"I almost fell for it. Almost!"

Suddenly, the system interface changed and a voice appeared in his mind.

[Host, wake up. It’s all your delusion. System doesn’t have any plan like that. You’re maliciously slandering my pure reputation.] said System in dry lazy tone.

[Otherwise... I–I... I will sue you,] System’s exasperated voice came.

Rex blinked.

Then blinked again.

"...You can sue me?"

[Ahem. Emotionally. In spirit.]

He snorted, flopped back into the café chair, and crossed his arms.

"See? Even your lawsuits are dramatic."

His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the interface one more time, the glow of Future Stock News still pulsing gently.

"...Still. I wouldn’t mind another reward like that."

[Then stop monologuing and start working.]

And with that, the System vanished.

Rex lingered, staring at the empty space as thoughts churned in his mind. The possibilities of the reward played out like a movie. As for the system’s remark—he casually chose to ignore it.

After over a year with the system, he was already used to its personality and occasional sarcastic remarks.

Glancing around the empty café, thankfully there weren’t any customers present. So, no one had witnessed his melodramatic outburst. Otherwise, that would’ve been awkward.

He took a slow sip of coffee, letting the warmth calm his nerves as he turned his focus to the System’s reward.

Suddenly, a lot of information about stock trends for a company named NONAME appeared in front of him

The more he saw it, the more shocked he became.

He hadn’t expected a A seemingly dying company... With stock fluctuations so exaggerated they bordered on absurd.

As for the reason behind the fluctuation, that was something one had to study carefully—but he wasn’t particularly interested.

He wasn’t here to play detective, his goal was just to make money, as much as possible.

And with the detailed forecast, he didn’t have to worry about missing any important news. No unexpected crashes. No panic-induced liquidation.

Anyway, he didn’t have much power or interest right now. And had no making waves either, at least not yet.

All he wanted was to "adapt" as soon as possible and earn some "pocket money quietly... even if that pocket money could be in the billions."

But honestly, even if he really got 1000% on his 100 million, it was still pocket change in the eyes of true powerhouses with trillions in possession.

Shaking his head, he threw these complicated thoughts out of his mind.

He sipped his coffee again, savoring the moment of peace as he watched the bustling crowd outside the window. Life goes on—ordinary, unknowing.

In a daze, his thoughts inadvertently wandered back to today’s incident.

Even though the matter seemed resolved, but he knew it wouldn’t end so easily.

Even though he had hidden his identity and no one would find out, but some people didn’t need evidence.

But still, he was prepared for all of this when he decided to accept this mission.

Anyway, thinking back to his mountain of evil deeds, it wasn’t even clear if he’d be the first suspect anyway

After all, how could a mere student pull something like this?

Just in case, though, "better safe than sorry.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Ring, ring, ring.

On the first ring, the phone was picked up.

"Hey, it’s me."

"Yes, sir. I—I know," came a deep intimidating voice from the other side.

"How have you been?"Rex asked casually.

"Great, sir. Thank you for asking."

Rex groaned and slapped his forehead.

"Hey, I’ve said this before—no need to be so formal. And don’t call me sir."

"...Understood."

Slapping his forehead, he sighed. "What do you even understand...? Whatever, let’s talk about this later."

He leaned back in his chair, voice turning cool and deliberate

"Send them over... "

(End of Chapter)