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Sean’s interest was piqued the moment Carlisle mentioned making money. Who didn’t dream of playing games and making money at the same time?
Carlisle stood up, eyes glinting with excitement as he spoke, his voice lowering to a more serious tone. “The drop rate for rare equipment, like Judgment, is too low. Its value depreciates quickly.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “Back in 2002, Judgment could sell for five or six figures. Last year, it could still fetch four figures. But this year? It’s barely worth three.”
Carlisle locked eyes with Sean, emphasizing every word as if to prove a point. “When I talk about making money, I’m talking about making big money.”
Sean blinked, his curiosity growing. “Big money?” he echoed, unsure if he was following the conversation correctly.
Carlisle’s gaze hardened, and with a confident smile, he raised a single finger, making it clear. “Not ten thousand. Not a hundred thousand. Let’s start with a million.”
A million.
Sean’s jaw dropped. A small goal? That was a small goal in Carlisle’s eyes?
Carlisle continued to explain with an air of certainty. “In 2002, the first server of The Legendary Tale was sold for over three hundred thousand dollars.”
Sean’s mind was racing. That kind of money could buy a house, a big house. The figures seemed too high to be realistic, and his skepticism grew.
“Wait a minute,” Sean muttered, shaking his head and reaching up to touch Carlisle’s forehead as if checking for a fever. “Do you have a fever? Or is it me?”
Carlisle chuckled at Sean’s disbelief. “A million? That’s a small goal. Just wait, you’ll understand later.”
Sean’s throat went dry. A million? How could someone like Carlisle dare to even say such things? Sean had his own business, and it took him years to make even a fraction of that amount. The idea of reaching a million seemed impossible.
“Forget it,” Carlisle said, waving his hand dismissively. “There’s no point in explaining now. But trust me, you’ll get it soon enough.”
With that, the two of them agreed to meet at their usual spot to surf the internet and play some games. As they parted ways, Carlisle couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Had he sounded too ambitious? In his past life, the idea of making millions had been a dream that felt impossible, but now, with the knowledge of his second chance, he was determined to make it a reality.
When he got home, Carlisle locked his bike and headed upstairs, but just as he reached for the door, he heard his parents arguing inside.
“If he fails the exam, he can just retake it. He’s only eighteen,” Hilda said, her voice full of worry. “Repeating a year won’t hurt him.”
Carlisle froze, hearing the concern in his mother’s voice. The rumors of his results had already reached her ears, and she was clearly distressed.
Gordon, his father, was puffing out smoke from a cigarette, his tone frustrated. “I’ll talk to him when he gets back. If he doesn’t want to study, then let him pick up a skill. Who needs a college degree?”
“I think it’s better if he repeats the year. If he doesn’t make it into college…” Hilda’s voice cracked with emotion. “I can’t stand the thought of what people will say when we visit the village.”
Carlisle’s chest tightened as he listened to his parents’ frustrations. He knew they had high expectations of him, but he had disappointed them in his previous life. He hadn’t made it into college, and they’d been so proud of him despite his failure. Now, hearing them talk about him in this way, Carlisle felt the weight of their hopes crashing down on him.
“Don’t you see?” Hilda’s voice rose, her frustration evident. “If he can’t get into college, how are we supposed to show our faces when we go back to the village? How will we hold our heads high?”
Gordon’s face darkened, but there was no retort. He had no answer to that.
Hilda’s voice softened as she added, “I don’t care what it takes. If our son doesn’t get into college, I’ll have him repeat the year. I’ll sell whatever I can just to make sure he doesn’t fail.”
Carlisle stood there, feeling a pang in his heart. His parents were so caught up in the idea of him succeeding that they couldn’t see the bigger picture. The pressure to meet their expectations weighed heavily on him, even more so because they were blind to how much he had already changed in this second life.
He pushed the door open, announcing his arrival. “Mom, Dad, I’m home.”
Hilda quickly wiped away her tears, putting on a smile as she walked toward the kitchen. “Hurry up and wash your hands for dinner. I’ll get you a serving.”
Carlisle’s heart ached. He didn’t know how to tell them that things could be different this time. That he was no longer the same person he had been before, and he wasn’t going to let them down again.
