Urban System in America-Chapter 86 - 85: Ultimate Recipe

Ding!

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[Claim it]

Of course he chose to claim it.

With the usual burst of fireworks and a downpour of colorful confetti, the reward for today appeared in front of him.

And seeing the reward, his eyes widened with a flicker of disbelief.

Ding!

[Congratulations! You have received: Energy Potion]

[Description: After drinking it, you will not feel tired for the next 24 hours, and your focus will be heightened.]

It wasn’t the energy potion itself that surprised him—because for him, it was kinda dispensable,With a divine body and Aeon Glasses in his possession, energy boosts were borderline redundant.

He was surprised because it was the first time he had received something good for three consecutive days.

And with this, he also verified one of his guesses: the system isn’t completely random, and when he’s doing something significant, there’s a great chance that it’ll give something related to it.

And if this is really true, then maybe working hard had its own perks.

But... working hard? "Let’s just forget about it," he thought, as he received the glowing red energy potion sealed in a glass bottle.

Just like the endurance potion, this one had that same beautiful fusion of ancient and futuristic vibe—ornate and sleek at once.

Thinking about Monday’s operation, he tossed it into the system warehouse and jumped onto his bed to sleep.

He was tired from working the whole day and needed this much-needed sleep.

Soon, he fell asleep, with gentle wisps of air entering the room through the window.

Outside, The moon was shining brightly, with stars twinkling hard as if trying to outshine each other.

—

The next day, he woke up without the exhaustion of the previous day, feeling full of energy again.

Without much ado, he went on with his usual morning routine and once again got trained by Kaelan as Victor kept a watchful eye on the surroundings.

Coming back home, he made a simple breakfast and a strong cup of coffee.

He wasn’t a big fan of coffee, but he needed it to keep his brain active throughout the day.

After eating breakfast, with another cup of coffee in hand, he returned to his room.

Sitting down, he took a few deep breaths to prepare for another intense day.

Gentle rays of sunlight illuminated every corner of the room, with the occasional chirping of birds creating an excellent working environment.

Papers covered the desk, pages full of hastily scribbled notes and complex graphs.

Open books formed small chaotic towers on either side of his computer.

Sticky notes littered the monitor’s frame, some barely hanging on.

Every inch of his workspace screamed war room.

But he didn’t care about the mess anymore and dived into the world of stocks and knowledge.

And just like that, the day went by. A sudden knock on the door broke his focus as he turned his attention to it.

He frowned slightly and spoke, "Come in."

With a creak, the door swung open and Victor entered the room with a tray full of various dishes in his hands.

With a grin, he spoke, "We figured you didn’t have anything yet, so here’s lunch. Have something to eat."

Hearing this, he sighed slightly as he minimized the program he was working on. With a gentle stretch, he stood up, his body aching from soreness and exhaustion.

Stepping forward, he took the food from Victor’s hands.

Between men, there’s no need for too much formality, but he still acknowledged their dedication with a gentle nod.

Victor didn’t say anything else and Just smiled and left. He was slowly getting used to the personality of his boss.

After eating the food, he hurriedly went back to work—he didn’t have much time to waste and had so much to learn.

He felt more and more in sync with that saying—uhm... what was it again? Ahem! He forgot. Anyway, it went something like: "The learned and the ignorant can never be equal."

Before, because of studying all of this, he felt fairly confident. But as he went through the chats, he realized he had been a bit too overconfident. Even with knowledge of the future, he was still far from ready.

So, he wanted to use this time to correct his shortcomings as much as possible.

And so, the world beyond the window carried on. The sun bowed gracefully and made way for the rising moon, cloaking the heavens and earth in twilight hues. Above, the sky brimmed with life as birds hurried home; below, the ground bore the weight of weary souls returning to the solace of their homes. The sun’s retreat marked the closing of one Chapter, yet for some, it was merely the prelude to another story.

He immersed himself in his study, breaking focus only for a brief dinner. By the time his refined plan took shape, the night had reached its zenith. Outside, the world seemed at rest, enveloped in a blanket of dark serenity. The stars shimmered faintly, and the moon cast its soft gaze—it was as if the heavens themselves whispered a gentle promise: that even in the darkest hours, hope quietly lingers.

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As the voice echoed in his head, he finally lifted his head, buried in the pile of handwritten notes, books, and sticky notes.

Removing the Aeon glasses, he blinked his dry, tired eyes, trying to adjust to the sensation without the simulation of the glasses. His brain throbbed with all the newly acquired information, and his neurons worked hard to sort out the info that would usually take days, if not weeks, to absorb.

Pressing the bridge of his nose, he exhaled a long breath and finally focused his attention on the sleek system interface.

With newfound energy and excitement, he chose to claim it.

Ding!

[Congratulations! You have received: Ultimate Recipe of Golden Croissant Samosa]

"Huh? Now this was something new," he muttered, sitting up straighter. "It isn’t every day that you receive something like this, and the fact that it’s rated Ultimate by the system... it definitely isn’t something simple."

Clicking on it, he opened it.

Suddenly, a golden scroll materialized before his eyes, its edges shimmering with an otherworldly glow. The bold letters spelling out "Ultimate Recipe of Golden Croissant Samosa" were almost too dazzling to look at.

For a moment, he froze, his thoughts stumbling over one another. "This... this is... It’s a bit too much," he murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and elation. Aside from the moment he’d received the Beauty Potion, nothing in his life had ever felt quite so extraordinary.

(End of Chapter)