There is only one day left before
School Reopens tomorrow.
Lucas stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his old shirt. It still fit but barely. His shoulders were broader now, his posture straighter.
His abs were somewhat defined now
The boy reflecting in the glass no longer looked like how he was before, someone that world could push around easily.
Almost three weeks had passed.
But the changes are undeniably.
Nearly Three Weeks of Change
The system screen appeared,
summarizing what words couldn't.
Daily Growth Rate:
→ 0.50 per day (training + system optimization)
Notice:
Multiple stats have reached human upper limits.
Further growth will require:
→ High-level stress
→ Competitive environments
→ Major life events
Lucas nodded slowly.
"So this is as far as normal life can take me."
That was fine.
He wasn't planning on staying normal.
The smell of tea filled the small kitchen.
Maria Cole sat at the table, hands rough from years of factory work, watching her son carefully. She had noticed the changes his calm eyes, his steadier voice but she hadn't asked.
Lucas sat across from her.
"Mom,"
"I need to tell you something."
Her fingers tightened slightly around the cup.
Than he told her everything.
About The lottery.
The investment.
The money.
He didn't hide anything.
Nor did he exaggerated.
Just facts.
For a long moment, Maria didn't said anything.
Then her eyes filled not with disbelief, but with relief.
"You didn't do anything dangerous?" she asked quietly.
Lucas shook his head.
"No I didn't."
She reached across the table and held his hand.
"You grew up too fast," she said.
Lucas smiled faintly. "I know."
That afternoon, Lucas carefully separated the money.
Half went to his mother.
"For the house," he said."For you and for Daniel."
Maria tried to refuse.
But Lucas didn't let her.
The other half, he kept for himself.
Not for luxury but for foundation.
The next day, Lucas went to the market walking through familiar streets.
A clothing shop
A shoe store.
And the tailor who stitched school uniform.
Nothing expensive.
Just some clean and casual clothes,
Three sets of Proper shoes.one casual one formal and one for school.
A set of fully hand tailored uniform.
When he looked down at himself afterward, he didn't see wealth.
He saw readiness.
That night, Lucas lay on his bed.
His school bag rested against the wall. New uniform folded neatly on the chair.
The system appeared one last time before sleep
[Status Confirmed]
Brain Capacity: 9
Physical Capacity: 10
Mental Resilience: 10
State:
→ Stable
→ Prepared
→ Entering new phase
Lucas stared at the ceiling.
Same school.
Same classmates.
But not the same Lucas.
"Tomorrow," he thought calmly,
"is when my second life actually begins."