Luke dawned a black overcoat, he bared a white collared shirt and a pair of black sunglasses, if one was mistaken he could easily be seen as a lower dwelling celebrity that occasionally appeared on talk shows.
He had spent the money given wisely, for all he bought was second hand, he has booked a motel room for several days and had meals eaten by the lower rink of society.
However so he still had etched into his face a faint smile.
Since gaining the system he had felt an ever looming sense of guilt, he had gained this power and done what many could only wish to achieve after a long life time that was gaining power, he beckoned himself to remain humble, for although he had to endure pain it was nothing in comparison that many go through towards the path of divine power, or even that some had to endure to survive.
That is why he retained the life of a homeless man, the so called scum of society, for although he had the power to change his status he wished not, he wished not to flaunt his power, to have people peer at him with wary eyes, or have his feet licked clean.