When Max heard that he was a millionaire, he couldn't contain his happiness. He quickly sat up, his face showing both joy and shock. Seeing Max react this way felt odd to Tom, since being a millionaire was pretty normal to him.
"Owww... Hahaha! My days of being broke are over, and now I've got a new body and I'm rich! What kind of luck is this? Thank you, God, for sending me to a wealthy family. If you were in front of me, I'd serve you every day. Now I can watch movies, anime, and series all day and night without worrying about money!" Max's mind was so full of excitement that he completely forgot about how he had died or who had killed him. His thoughts were now all about how to enjoy his new life in luxury. In his previous life. Half of salery just to watch two or three movies a day, having become addicted to them.
"Young master, why do you look so happy? Tell me too!!" Tom asked, a little confused. Seeing Max's sudden burst of joy, Tom thought there must be a good reason and wanted to know more.
"Ahem... I'm happy because we're millionaires," Max said, trying to control his excitement and casually explaining the reason.
Tom was taken aback. "What's there to be happy about just being a millionaire?" he thought to himself.
"Young master, I think you misunderstood what I told you earlier," Tom said, trying to clear things up.
"What do you mean by 'misunderstood'?" Max asked, confused.
"Being a millionaire doesn't make us part of the rich class. In fact, we're part of the low class, ranked 49th on the Low Class list. And, young master, there are many millionaires here. It's pretty common. We're still considered low class," Tom explained, hoping to correct Max's misunderstanding.
"Ehhhhhh... What?! I'm not rich? What are you talking about? Low class? And ranked 49th? How is that possible? If millionaires are common, then how rich are people here? Ugh... I'm feeling dizzy... I was happy, thinking I was rich, and now I'm poor again? What kind of logic is this? I need to understand this world better," Max thought in shock, but he didn't say it out loud, trying to maintain his composure.
"Oh... I see. I guess I just need some time to process all of this," Max said calmly.
"No worries, young master. Dr. Nelson mentioned it might take some time for your full memory to return," Tom reassured him, remembering what the doctor had explained in detail.
"You should rest in your room," Tom suggested.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same," Max replied, sitting back in the wheelchair as Tom went off to handle his duties.
Within five minutes, Max was back in his room, sitting on the bed. "God, if you were going to send me here, why send me to the Low Class rich? Why not higher?" Max complained, feeling a bit disappointed.
"I really need to learn more about this world. This half-knowledge will give me a heart attack every time!" Max thought, realizing he needed more information. Suddenly, something important dawned on him, something he had been feeling was missing.
"If my soul traveled to another world, where's my system? My golden finger? Or maybe a beautiful lady who can guide me?" Max wondered. In all the anime he had watched, whenever the main character traveled to another world, they always got a system or some special power. But so far, he hadn't felt anything like that, and it was frustrating.
... ... ...????
After waiting for a while, there was no sound except his own breathing. Nothing happened, and Max felt disheartened.
"Is there really no golden finger? Was that all just fantasy?" Max sighed, disappointed that nothing magical had appeared.
"Fuck it... if there's no golden finger, then I can't do anything about it. I need to focus on understanding this world," Max muttered, shifting his attention away from the whole golden finger fantasy. He began looking around the room for something that could provide him with information, hoping to find a tablet or mobile device.
Just then, he noticed a sleek, silver-colored tablet on the nearby table. Max picked it up and examined it closely. "Wow, this is so light and thin. The technology here is far ahead of Earth's," he thought as he started comparing it to the tech from his previous life.
When Max powered on the tablet, he noticed the logo. "Hmm... looks like it's from a brand called Strawberry," he muttered, intrigued by how advanced this world's tech seemed.
The tablet seemed to be locked, but Max placed his finger on the scanner, and to his surprise, the lock opened. He scrolled through the apps, noticing names like Spirit, YouSee, U-Seek, U-Chat, and many others, including basic ones like camera, gallery, and online business apps. Just from reading the names, Max understood that U-Seek was likely the equivalent of Google in this world.
Curious, Max tapped on U-Seek and started searching. His first query was, "What is the name of this planet?" Within milliseconds, the screen displayed the answer:
TITAN
Diameter, size, nature, length, and more information popped up on the screen.
"Hmm... so this is Planet Titan. Doesn't seem related to Saturn's moon Titan. Maybe it's from another universe. This planet is twice the size of Earth," Max thought as he briefly read about Titan.
He then searched for more information.
"How many wealth classes are there?"
Again, in a fraction of a second, the tablet displayed:
There are 3 wealth classes:
1. Low Class
2. Middle Class
3. High Class
Each class is ranked up to 100.
In the Low Class, millionaires are common, and almost everyone is on the millionaire list.
The Middle Class consists of billionaires, which makes up roughly 60% of Titan's population.
The High Class is made up of trillionaires, who account for about 30% of the population.
When Max read that, his mouth hung open in disbelief. He stared at the screen, completely shocked. It finally hit him that on Titan, the so-called poor people were millionaires, and he himself was now part of this "poor" class. He recalled Tom's words: "Common millionaires."
"Wow... the people here are insanely rich," Max muttered in shock.
Max decided not to overload his mind any further with shocking revelations, so he exited U-Seek and tapped on another app called Spirit. It seemed similar to Twitter. When he opened Spirit, his own account appeared with the name "Max Kingston" at the top. He noticed he only had about 150 followers—probably just close friends.
He scrolled through his old posts, which included pictures with friends and some short videos. After a while, he exited his profile and began exploring the public posts. Max saw various celebrities' updates, movie announcements, and dialogue snippets, as well as release dates for upcoming films. Below these, there were comments with millions of views and likes. Some comments caught his eye:
Loveme@
Holy moly! I've been waiting for this movie for so long, and finally, it's here! I can breathe easy now...
Buddyme@
Yes, bro! I'm super excited for this movie. Just three more days, and I'll be able to watch it. I'm so happy I didn't die waiting for it! #Tryme #mustsee
There were tons of similar comments, and Max couldn't help but laugh as he read them. He completely understood their excitement since he, too, had been a huge movie lover in his past life. The agony of waiting for a movie, especially one by Nolan, and that restless anticipation were memories still fresh in his mind.