[Caesar's status]
[Title: Crook]
[Lvl. 2]
[Exp to next lvl: 1,000,000 P]
[Vitality: 5]
[Strength: 3]
[Dexterity: 4]
[Intelligence: 9,999]
Those words suddenly popped up in Caesar's sight. He saw the table that seemed to dictate the numerical aspect of his body.
Of course, through context alone, Caesar knew what those words meant. Vitality was equal to his health and constitution. He assumed that the higher it was, the harder it was for him to die.
Strength was explanatory. He didn't have the food nor the proper equipment to build muscles, so he expected it to have a low number.
Dexterity referred to his ability to dodge or how fast his body can move. This one doesn't need as much muscle to achieve, just a very fast reaction speed. But as expected, it was also low.
The only stat that was high was his intelligence, which was to be expected. However, why was it only 9,999? Was that the limit of the human body?
From these numbers, Caesar smiled. Just by the fact that these numbers could exist, meant that there was a possibility that he could increase the numbers and improve his body.
Right now, he didn't need much to move or fight with his body, but as he went further up the ladder of this harsh world, he would need to get his hands dirty. He needed to have sufficient power to protect himself.
Of course, he could always hire people who are stronger than him, but Caesar was not that careless. What would happen if his bodyguards are not sufficient? Then he would die—end of story.
He already had plans to increase these numbers, but he first had to figure out how to do so. There are also some questions left in his mind. Could there be other hidden stats that he hasn't unlocked yet?
He had to figure all that out, but now, he had to focus on the task at hand. Or to be precise, to the mountains of money in front of him.
The six real estate agents had checkbooks in their hands, signing huge amounts of money to be transferred to Caesar.
Cramer placed his top hat neatly in his chest as he handed over a check to Caesar.
"I also would like 100 grams of this miraculous substance."
Caesar nodded and took the check with grace, and as soon as he did so, he saw a change in the status table in his mind.
[Exp to next level: 900,000 P]
Caesar finally understood what that status row meant. The original number earlier was 1 million P, but when he received a 100,000 Parou check from Cramer, it went down to 900,000 P.
It seemed to imply that he needed to earn 900,000 Parou more in order to level up to the next stage. One of the questions that was left in his mind was finally answered.
When he first got the visions and illusory sounds in his mind, he didn't know the factors that he needed to complete to advance to the next level.
Now with this status, he knew exactly what he needed to do to level up. It was not a bother to complete this since he had already planned to earn a lot of money even before he got schizophrenia.
And from his guesses, leveling up meant that he would get rewards in exchange. He only received this status table when he advanced to level 2.
It was easy to guess that he would receive even better rewards when he got to level 3. Perhaps his questions about the hidden statuses will be answered in time.
Blake, Artemis, Marcus, and Erica all handed over the checks to Caesar. They all wanted 100 grams of Joy, which they explained to be only sufficient for 1 week or even less.
With the 4 of them, he earned another 400,000 Parou. He was earning money that most people would only dream of. And, he did it in only less than a day.
It was insanely easy, and if people found out that he had earned this much money by only selling a couple of grams of a substance, most hard working office workers would riot.
Not to mention, those 100 grams would only last for 1 week. Of course, they alone cannot consume that much Joy in one week, but it seemed that they were willing to share them in their office.
"My associates will work even harder with this," Cramer said.
"Yes. A happy worker means better productivity," Artemis added.
As expected of smart people, not only were they thinking of themselves, but they were also thinking of their own businesses.
These real estate agents work in their own business with tens of workers under them doing mundane tasks. Everyone was quite busy these few days due to some forces working in the background, but with this Joy, nobody would feel pressured to quit anymore.
They already lost 2 to 3 workers in these past few weeks, which only added stress to the remaining workers.
"I'm already planning a Joy party, just like a pizza party in the workplace," Ariana said.
Caesar nodded. "If you want more, just visit this house again with a letter containing how much you need and the cash. Come back in the morning and you will see a package on the porch hidden beside a pot of plants."
The real estate agents nodded their heads in affirmation. They also worried about visiting Caesar too frequently, which would arouse suspicion. But with Caesar's method, they could stay stealthy and under the eyes of everyone.
Caesar then took out bags of Joy and distributed it to them. That was 600 grams worth of Joy that he gave them in an equal transaction. They received it and treasured it like jewelry.
Now, Caesar had only less than 400 grams of Joy left. He was still planning on what to do with these leftovers since he needed to spread them as fast as possible.
"Oh, Caesar. What are you going to do with the money? You better save it up," Erica said in a helpful tone.
"Erica, I don't think he even has a bank. My advice, reinvest that in yourself and make more of this Joy. This is a very lucrative business," Blake said while scratching his chin seriously.
The real estate agents continued to converse among themselves while trying to teach Caesar some tips and tricks he could do to further his wealth. Of course, Caesar already knew all of this, but he wanted to build trust with them, so he let them speak.
After 10 minutes, they all bid goodbye to Caesar and left one by one on the door. As they all turned their back towards Caesar on their way out, they heard Caesar shout.
"I am planning on opening a bank account, it's on the third street, right?" Caesar asked.
"Trove of Treasures Bank? Yeah, it's on third street," Erica said. But then, she saw the appearance of Caesar with his tattered clothes and oversized pants. She was worried that trouble would find him because of his appearance. She knew it would happen because she treated him like that too.
Before she could speak out her concerns, Caesar closed the door on them. She didn't see Caesar's sly smile behind the door.
After they all left, Caesar went on his way to the third street. It was fairly busy, with office workers walking and horse carriages trotting around the middle.
This street was in the northern part, which meant that it was in the wealthy neighborhood. Everyone wore luxurious clothings, top hats, dresses, and clean faces—all except for Caesar.
He struck out like a sore thumb. They didn't do anything to him, but they avoided him like the plague and gave him sharp glares.
Middle aged women clutched their bags closely as if they were afraid that Caesar would steal their money. But Caesar was arguably richer than any of them with 600,000 Parou checks in his pants. If they knew that, they would shit their pants.
Caesar ignored everybody and walked until he saw the big sign that said 'Trove of Treasures Bank'. This bank was one of the biggest banks in this town, and the go-to place for rich people to store their money.
With their main customers being rich people, the accommodations were fit for rich people. The place itself was big, even bigger than Boban's whole mansion.
There were chandeliers up top and a shiny marbled stone as the flooring. The men and women working wore butlers and maid uniforms with solemn looks on their faces.
As soon as they saw Caesar walk in the double doors, their bodies moved subconsciously and bowed. Caesar's body movement was graceful and seemed like an aristocrat. But as soon as they saw what he was wearing, they immediately scowled.
One person with a thin mustache approached Caesar and looked down on him.
"Get out. You're dirtying our floor. We just had them cleaned."
Caesar looked up and saw his name tag. "Prune, that's your name right? I'm here to open a bank account."
As soon as he heard his name being said by this teenage poor street kid, he felt disgusted so much that he wanted to puke on the floor. He held it back thinking that he would have to clean it up after.
"We don't serve peasants here. Get out now, or we'll call the police," Prune said, waving Caesar off.
Caesar smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll get out."
Prune saw Caesar walk away with pieces of paper in his hands. From his experienced eyes, he immediately recognized it to be checks. Was his eyes wrong? Even if it was a check, how much could it contain? 100 Parou? Prune laughed to himself.
But there was something that he can't seem to remember. Why was the check colored violet? Usually, a check's color was dirty white, but Caesar's checks had an eye-catching color.
Then, he remembered. Violet checks must contain at least 100,000 Parou! And this penniless-looking kid had six of them, meaning P600,000!