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The ability to fully manifest a person's power!
When Mike's ability upgraded, he felt as if he had reached the end of a long journey.
Though his upgraded abilities received an epic boost, the limited energy for manifestation meant there were still many characters whose powers couldn't fully manifest.
Besides that, the strength of the manifested powers and the duration they lasted also varied depending on the character.
However...
He could always continue the manifestation!
Mike: (*￣︶￣)
As long as he had enough cards, nothing was impossible.
When his ability reached LV3, Mike felt a warm, comforting sensation.
However, reaching LV4? He wasn't sure how long that would take.
Oh, right.
After the upgrade, Mike received a single lottery draw.
When his ability leveled up from LV1 to LV2, he received a permanent item. This time, with his upgrade, he got a permanent skill.
While it wasn't powerful, and didn't even qualify as an offensive skill, it was incredibly useful.
It was the **Dimensional Pocket**, or the legendary **Storage Space**.
Mike tested it out; living creatures couldn't be stored, and the space wasn't very large, only about ten cubic meters.
That was fine with Mike, though. He was quite satisfied with it.
From this moment forward, he was no longer the same man as before!
*Whew!*
Lying on a sun chair, Mike sighed contentedly. He sipped on a cold drink while watching the three kids play in the pool, a small smile crossing his face.
He closed his eyes, feeling relaxed.
Building a pool was definitely the right choice.
Suddenly, the splashing water in the pool stilled, and the three kids popped their heads above the water, flashing mischievous grins at Mike.
Eric flicked his finger, and Mike's sun chair smoothly lifted off the ground, then spun a full 180 degrees, sending Mike hurtling toward the pool.
*Splash!*
"Hahahaha!"
The kids laughed, and Eric floated the chair back to the poolside.
No movement?
Seeing Mike hadn't surfaced from the water, they quickly swam over without a second thought.
Underwater, Mike grinned, grabbed Eric and Charles' legs, and yanked them down.
In a panic, the two grabbed onto Clark's hand.
Clark remained steady at the surface, watching the three below. A sly grin spread across his face as he quickly began kicking his legs.
*Boom, boom, boom!*
A torrent of white water erupted in the pool as Clark sped across like a speedboat.
Meanwhile, Mike and the others struggled in the water, being dragged along by Clark, unable to even open their eyes.
Charles and Eric hurriedly released their grip, and Mike pulled them up from the water, glaring at Clark with an almost theatrical look of annoyance. They all spat in unison.
"You guys keep playing. I have to go cook," Mike said, giving them a wave before swimming toward the edge.
After wiping the water off, Mike ran back to the house, changed out of his swimsuit, and began preparing lunch.
Speaking of which, their family often ate Chinese food and had gotten quite used to it. But Mike still liked to mix things up occasionally with Western meals, especially when he didn't feel like making something too complicated.
He prepared a salad, a few sandwiches, and fried some chicken...
After calling the kids to the table, they ate, and once they finished, Mike handed them the dishes to clean up.
"I have to head out for a bit. If you want to go play, make sure to lock the door," Mike said.
"Got it," came the reply.
With that, Mike left the house and drove toward New York.
His destination? The bank.
His assets had grown considerably, especially after Emma followed through on her promise and had Raven transfer a sum of money to him. His financial situation was now quite solid.
However!
He hadn't told Clark and the others, so to them, he was still just a slightly wealthier-than-average farmer.
This trip to the bank was to withdraw some funds.
The combine harvester on his farm had retired, and in a month, the autumn harvest would be upon him. He planned to purchase a new one.
Additionally, he wanted to buy a new vehicle for himself. It was time to retire his pickup truck, which had served him well for nearly ten years.
Nothing too extravagant; just a few small errands, which would only take an afternoon to complete.
Mike headed straight for the bank. He stood in line at the counter, and when it was his turn, the female bank teller was stunned.
She glanced at Mike, then at the amount displayed on the screen. She quickly and carefully double-checked the numbers before flashing a sincere smile and excitedly said, "Sir, would you like to go to the VIP room?"
"No need," Mike replied.
Upon hearing that, the teller became anxious.
Customers like him—big clients—usually go directly to the VIP room where they're served by specialized staff. But he came here instead... Could it be that he's interested in me?
The teller cautiously glanced at Mike, her face turning red.
What should she do? Should she reject him? Should she break up with her current boyfriend?
Oh my God, what if he proposes to me right here?
The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became, her face shifting with every passing thought.
Mike furrowed his brow.
Is this woman... an idiot? Why isn't she reacting?
He tapped the counter lightly, and the teller snapped out of her daydream.
Flushing with embarrassment, she looked at Mike and said, "Sir, how may I assist you?"
"I'd like to withdraw money and deposit it into this card," Mike replied.
"Please wait a moment."
She asked, "How much would you like to withdraw?"
Mike thought about the remaining balance on his card, mentioned an amount, and the teller swiftly processed the transaction. She then attached a sticky note with her phone number to the card and handed it over to Mike.
Mike paused for a moment, nodded at her, and placed the card in his pocket. He was about to turn and leave when the teller couldn't help but whisper, "Sir, you really should call me."
Mike pondered for a moment and without hesitation shattered her dream.
"I'm already a father of three," he said.
The teller froze at the words.
Mike couldn't help but chuckle before walking away from the counter.
At that moment, a voice filled with mockery and laid-back charm rang out.
"You reject a pretty girl like that? Man, you're rude."
Mike froze in his tracks.
He recognized the voice—it was familiar, like something he'd heard before.
Turning around, he saw a man holding a hat in his left hand, his head slightly lowered, his messy hair covering his face, looking directly at him.
"Remy?"
Mike called out uncertainly.
The man's lips curled into a slight grin. He gathered his unruly hair, put on his hat, and revealed a face full of roguish charm.
It was the Card King, Remy LeBeau.
"Haha!" Remy laughed as he walked toward Mike. "I was just thinking—if you couldn't remember my name, I'd walk right out. But since you remembered, how about buying me a drink?"
Mike smiled and replied, "Sure thing!"
"I like a friend like you!" Remy chuckled.
Just as the two of them were about to leave, a car smashed through the bank's front doors. Amidst screams, the vehicle barreled into the lobby and came to a stop in the center.
*Bang! Bang!*
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, five individuals wearing gas masks jumped out of the car and stormed into the bank.
(End of Chapter)