The Extravagant Maverick Parker

The First Skill Card

The notification he received was accompanied by the transfer prompt from the bank account. It appeared on his phone's panel notification immediately.

[Good afternoon. A transfer of USD 100.000 has been received on your account number xxx888. You can check the current status of your banking activity through our app. Thank you for using our service and trusting us.]

"D*mmit! This is real!" Maverick murmured carefully while staring at his phone screen. Fortunately, at that time, he was already at home, sitting in the living room.

[Would you like to reveal the skill card you have earned, Master?]

Curiosity crept into his mind instantly. He kept assuming that he would get an outstanding skill, but he could not figure it out clearly since it seemed to be randomly given by the system.

"Of course, I would," Maverick stated eagerly. He was keen on knowing the skill he would obtain without any monthly or yearly practice.

[A SKILL CARD UNLOCKED! You have got Sensible Analytical skill. With this skill, you can understand any spoken instructions and written documents accurately. It will be very useful in the future when you run your own company, Master.]

At that point, Maverick noticed a particular thing he had never felt before. Then, he pondered, "No wonder why I feel something different. Maybe, it's the effect of the new skill I get."

Acknowledging the new skill in himself, the excitement brushed on his mind. He then got a few old letters from the university about the requirements for graduating earlier. Coincidentally, he had never analyzed its contents although he picked it for further information in the future, in case he intended to finish his study earlier than it was planned.

As he flipped a letter, he immediately analyzed its contents. Instantly, a medium-sized panel appeared in his sight. Inside the box, it contained a shorter and clearer explanation. "Wow, I've never understood important documents faster. This skill is a bomb," He praised.

[Each skill you get will be useful in daily life, Master. Even, it can affect your public image.]

Maverick nodded a bit with additional notice given. As the public image was mentioned, the image of himself in a suit with a better lifestyle appeared in the corner of his mind. His confidence to pursue a higher-level life rose gradually.

"I'll be honored if it really happens," He spoke to himself.

At the same time, Louisa's voice drifted, bothering his beautiful imagination suddenly. "Enough with the nap, indolent boy! Help me prepare dinner here!" The tone was determined as usual. Without any second thought, Maverick got out and walked to the first floor, straight to the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen, with the dining table in the right corner, Louisa was preparing clam chowder and stared at him sourly. With her unfriendly expression, she commanded, "Cook the bacon and veggies carefully with olive oil. After that, go shopping for food ingredients."

"Okay. I'll do it." Maverick agreed and nodded. Then, he extended his right hand, expecting his aunt would give him few amount of money as it used to be.

"What gesture is this, huh?" Louisa queried. She turned off the stove and stirred the soup. Her orbs diverted to the creamy liquid, observing if the color was already nice enough.

Maverick inhaled gently and answered, "Usually, you give me some money for shopping, so I mean it."

Louisa squinted. She locked her sharp stare at Logan and demanded, "Couldn't you use your own money first?? What a stingy kid you are!"

Maverick kept his head high although he was loss at words. However, he didn't give up on the mock he got. Instead of telling the truth about the money he got from the system, he decided to lie. He then replied, "But it is not enough. There is only five dollars left."

Louisa messed her hair harshly. She felt frustrated since she found out that misusing Maverick was not as easy as she thought. Yet, she kept on trying and said, "It is your problem then. All I ask you after cooking is go shopping. I'm pretty sure that you still keep more than five dollars in your pocket."

"No, I'm serious, Auntie. It's just five dollars. How can I shop for all of the ingredients? Five dollars is not enough to get a slice of beef," Maverick tried to navigate the small issue by convincing her.

Louisa shrugged. She grabbed a bowl she had prepared and put it on the table. "I know it is not enough, but you must know how to solve it. Maybe, you should lend the neighbor's money around here," She added.

As Maverick was about to reply to the words, Louisa threatened, "Just go shopping or you get out of here. Unless you want to sleep on the street, you know what to do. Don't make me repeat it!"

That threat was like a samurai sword pointed right to Maverick's chest. Once he stepped forward, his fate would be a bet, whether it was safe or not. Consequently, he could only nod and obey the commands given by Louisa and other family members in that house. Nevertheless, it fueled his mood to be a greater version of himself.

While he was slicing the bacon, he spoke in his mind, "There will be a time when I will settle with my own life. I'll be richer and get out of here in honor. I'll make sure the members in this house witness it."

Whenever the bacon and veggies had been chopped neatly, he poured a little amount of olive oil. He also turned on the stove and let the oil heat for a few minutes. Acknowledging the heat was enough, he cooked the ingredients gently as it had been instructed. He even added some salt and pepper to make them tasty.

Six minutes forward, he served the bacon and veggies on separate plates. At 07.30 PM, Asher and Marshall came in and sat on the chairs, and so did Maverick and Louisa. Just like the previous days and times, they enjoyed the meals.

At that point, Marshall exchanged words and stories with either Louisa or Asher, his only beloved son. That scenery was not a new thing for Maverick. It had been going on since he moved into the house. He might be the nephew of Marshall Parker, but his uncle didn't truly care about him.

TO BE CONTINUED.