Maverick rubbed his chin gently. He was trying to decide whether to upgrade his mental and physical stage or reveal a random skill card given by the system. After around two minutes of brainstorming, his curiosity won. He could not assume the next skill he may unfold from the system. "Can I unlock the skill card you get? My curiosity is tingling." Maverick scratched his nape lightly as he requested. [Of course, Master Maverick. Let me help you with it.] [A SKILL CARD UNLOCKED! You possess outstanding medical skills. With this skill, you are capable of healing various kinds of illnesses. You also understand the differences between traditional and modern medical treatments. Perhaps, you may combine both of them when you heal people. Please use it wisely, Master.] Those words were like a superpower he used to see in an old film on television. Yet, the fact he just realized was not a mere fantasy. It was a real skill he got from the system. At that point, the system seemed to re

Acknowledging the sudden offer, the astonishment crept into Maverick's heart. He was stunned instead of happy to hear the job offer. It might be silly to see that kind of scene, but it was how Maverick reacted. "A-any positions? Is this real, Ms?" Maverick stammered. He felt it was impossible to find jobs based on preferences, especially those with exact training sessions. As far as he knew, the office jobs were mostly based on particular expertise. "Yes, it is, Mr. Parker. I'm serious about this offer. This thing can be an advantage for you as a university student." Sophia was persuaded as she sat still in the wheelchair. She even managed to tug a smile, channeling positivity in her tone. Then, Maverick paused the talk for a few minutes. He allowed his logic to work on a specific solution, particularly regarding the effects of taking positions in Hampton Corporation. Moreover, his dream as a finance manager owning his own room appeared in his mind. It always fueled his ambit

Another evening came. It was the same time for Maverick to fight with house chores and exhaustion. However, in the middle of ironing the clothes, he accidentally let the iron step on Marshall's favorite shirt. As he realized the big hole in its fabric, he was at a loss for words for a second. Following his panic, Maverick felt his heart was pounding, as if it would explode from his chest. The scene when his uncle was mad at him appeared in his brain. He knew how Marshall would react when somebody had ruined his favorite thing. "I'm in trouble now." He muttered in his breath. At that point, he began to think of how to buy the same new shirt since he was no longer short of money. However, before he folded the shirt, Marshall appeared, and his eyes flashed with fury. He knew how the hole in his shirt existed. "What the hell have you done! It's my favorite shirt, dude!" He complained. His hands took the shirt and checked the hole instinctively. His loud complaint soon attracted

As he had obtained the keys and the specific Wi-Fi code, Maverick was accompanied by a bellboy assigned by Amelia, the receptionist at the counter. "Which floor are you up to, sir?" the bell boy politely asked as he stood next to Maverick inside the elevator. "Thirtieth floor, please," Maverick mentioned. His expression was ,calm although he felt proud to have had a rare chance to stay on the top floor, known as the VIP rooms with complete facilities and exclusive services. The bellboy pressed the floor number willingly. His orbs gleamed in admiration. The only reason for it was that the young man was lucky to have an expensive VIP room. Plus, he noticed that Maverick was much younger than him. "It must be nice to have enough money for a VIP room, isn't it?" The bell boy sneakily broke the silence. Maverick glanced at him casually. "Yeah, nicer than being disrespected by your own family," Maverick responded in a salty tone. Honestly, there was still bitterness in his orbs.