I am the Richest Kid

The sky was still a soft gray when Jason woke up.

No alarms. Just his internal clock, tuned by ten years of being hunted, summoned, and tasked with keeping timelines from collapsing.

Now?

He woke up early to make breakfast.

Jason yawned, stretched, and padded barefoot into the kitchen. The marble countertops gleamed in the early light, and everything still had that faint, just-unwrapped feel to it — like the house was still deciding if it was real.

He peeked toward his mom's bedroom.

Still asleep.

She'd had a long week. Even in a new home, old fatigue clung to her shoulders.

Jason didn't hesitate. He tied on an apron from the welcome pack, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

The system-enhanced cooking skill kicked in without effort — more muscle memory now than magic. Oil shimmered. Eggs fluffed. Toast came out golden, not burnt. He added avocado slices, fresh tomatoes, and even a little chili powder for flavor. Poured orange juice into a tall glass.

He plated it carefully.

Then placed it all on a tray beside a handwritten note:

"Sleep in. You've earned it. – J"

Only then did he leave.

Kumasi was already buzzing by the time Jason hopped off the trotro near the city center. No glamour, no security detail — just a teen in sneakers and a hoodie blending in with students and commuters.

He had a list in his head.

Pens (blue, black, red)

Mechanical pencils

Highlighters

A compact, quiet fan

Notebook refills

A Cresthill-branded planner if they still stocked those

Maybe a good scientific calculator, just in case

He ducked into the stationary shop first. One of those cramped but reliable places where every inch of wall was crammed with hanging items in plastic sleeves. The scent of paper and ink hit him immediately.

He made his way down the aisles.

[System Tip: Academic Optimization Module available.]

Jason ignored it. This part? He wanted to do himself.

He tested pens on the sample pad. Made sure the pencil leads were 0.7mm and didn't snap too easily. Chose highlighters that didn't bleed through pages. Picked a set of smooth notebooks with strong spirals. Then paused at the fan section.

They were stacked high — personal-sized, USB-powered, compact blades with decent tilt range. Some cheap, some overpriced.

He picked one mid-range model with a strong base and quiet motor.

Not flashy. Just functional.

[Purchase Total: ₵312.50]

He paid in cash.

Old habit.

As he stepped back out into the sun, his bag light but full, Jason allowed himself a small smile. It wasn't world-changing.

But it was normal.

And for once… normal felt good.

Jason stepped through the front door just after 10 AM, kicking off his sneakers by the hallway rack. The house was still quiet, peaceful — as if even time moved slower here.

He checked the kitchen.

The breakfast tray was empty, the glass rinsed and placed in the drying rack. His handwritten note was folded neatly, placed to the side.

He smiled to himself.

Then headed upstairs.

In his room, sunlight poured through the tall windows, spilling across the hardwood floor like a stage light. The blackout curtains were tied off, the new sheets already broken in from the previous night. On the desk, his school supplies were neatly sorted beside his laptop and tablet. The system had finished syncing all the new devices.

Still no gym equipment, though.

Jason glanced at the corner he'd cleared for it — the smart fan already mounted above, the blackout curtains perfect for post-training cooldowns. It would be perfect.

Eventually.

He pulled up the system with a blink.

[Workout Program – Recalibration Routine: Available]

Equipment Status: Pending Delivery

Physical Condition: Baseline Lean Mass Detected

Estimated Recovery Timeline (Unaided): 7 Weeks

Jason exhaled slowly.

"Start anyway."

[Confirm: Initiate bodyweight training protocol?]

"Yes."

[Routine Generated – Level: Intermediate]

• Warm-up: 6 minutes (Joint mobility + dynamic stretches)

• Circuit 1: Pushups – 3 sets x 15 reps

• Circuit 2: Squats – 3 sets x 20 reps

• Circuit 3: Core – Plank, Side Crunches

• Cooldown: 5 minutes

He tied his hair back, rolled up his sleeves, and cleared a space near the foot of his bed.

Then dropped to the floor and began.

The motions came easily at first — too easily. His body, even without gear, remembered the rhythm of battle. His muscles moved with purpose, even if they'd softened from disuse.

But halfway through, he started sweating.

The third round of planks hit harder than he expected. Not painful — just humbling. He gritted his teeth and pushed through the final set.

Twenty minutes later, he lay flat on the floor, chest heaving, shirt damp with sweat.

A small part of him whispered that he'd once taken down gods with a dull knife and a cracked rib.

Now? Pushups hurt.

And yet… he smiled.

Because this was his.

Not borrowed power. Not divine buffs. Not time-altering combat instincts.

Just work.

Pure, human effort.

He showered after, changed into a clean tee and shorts, and returned to his desk to update the system log.

[Recalibration Day 1 – Complete]

Mood Tracking: "Calm"

Internal Notes: "It's not about what I used to be. It's about what I'm building now."

Jason leaned back in his chair.

Outside, the sun moved slowly across the yard.

Inside, he was building something that couldn't be taken away.

The low rumble of a delivery van pulling into the compound broke the afternoon quiet.

Jason, still in a fresh shirt from his cooldown, glanced out the window and saw two workers in matching green overalls unloading large, tightly wrapped crates from the back. Each one was marked discreetly with a white sticker: "Private Wellness Equipment – Delivery 3 of 3".

The system pinged in his vision.

[Orion Delivery Logistics – Stealth Mode Active]

Dispatch completed via shell company courier.

Signature required: J.O. (minor) — pre-authorized.

Jason jogged downstairs, stepping out just as the delivery team rolled the first set of crates toward the side entrance.

"Boss!" the shorter one called out with a grin. "We're dropping it in the side garage like the order said, right?"

Jason nodded once. "Yeah. I'll handle the setup from there."

"Everything's labeled. Bench, racks, weights, even your padded floor mats. That treadmill's a monster, though—careful when unboxing."

Jason signed discreetly on the pad, and the crew rolled everything inside the side garage that connected to the rear hallway of the house — the area he'd mentally earmarked for exactly this.

He gave them a ₵200 tip — withdrawn silently from his system wallet, transferred through a generic fintech app tied to one of his shell identities.

The truck pulled out minutes later. No unnecessary questions.

He returned upstairs just in time to hear his mom's footsteps descending from her room.

She was dressed casually but put-together: wide-legged jeans, sandals, a mustard yellow blouse, and a woven bag on her shoulder.

"You heading out?" Jason asked casually, pretending to be focused on a YouTube video playing quietly from his phone.

"Just for a bit," she said, tying a headscarf and adjusting her bangles. "Ama and Efya want to meet at the café near Santasi. I haven't had girl time in a while, so I'm going."

Jason smiled. "You should. Enjoy it."

She squinted at him. "You're not gonna start burning the house down in my absence, right?"

"I'll try not to," he deadpanned.

She laughed and reached over to smooth his shirt collar — unnecessarily, but habitually. "You sure you don't need anything for school? New bag? Water bottle?"

Jason shook his head. "I've got it covered."

She gave him a longer look. "Alright. I'll bring you some kelewele if I pass any."

Jason grinned. "Then take your time."

She rolled her eyes playfully, picked up her keys, and stepped out the door.

The gate closed with a gentle metallic clang.

Jason waited two full minutes before opening the system menu again.

[Begin Gym Assembly?]

Estimated Time: 30 minutes (System-assisted construction)

Estimated Noise Level: Minimal

"Start."

Out back, the hidden garage's lights flicked on automatically. Machinery hummed softly — automated tools folding, tightening, anchoring. Dumbbells, a full squat rack, adjustable bench press, smart treadmill, wall-mounted bar, compact cable pulley station, weighted medicine balls, padded flooring — all falling into place.

Within half an hour, the room was complete. Clean. Minimalist. Just the way he liked it.

The system chimed again.

[Orion Active Sensor Grid – Online]

All equipment connected to internal biometric sync.

Adaptive AI Coaching Enabled. Privacy secured.

Jason changed into clean workout gear, stepped into the new gym barefoot, and ran his hand along the cool metal of the rack.

"Back to work."

He didn't smile.

He didn't need to.

This wasn't about excitement or aesthetics.

This was structure.

Control.

The version of himself that had survived a decade of gods and horrors deserved to live — not in fear or tension — but with the quiet routine of power reclaimed.

He took a deep breath, adjusted the barbell, and got to work.

Jason sat down on the edge of the bench press, breathing lightly. The S24 Ultra buzzed quietly beside his bottle of water, its Titanium Gray frame catching a sliver of afternoon sun.

He glanced at the screen.

[Incoming Call – Steven Amartey 📞]

He swiped to accept.

"Boss," Steven's voice came through, smooth and direct. "You've been unusually active these past few days."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Nice to hear from you too."

"I figured you were still settling in. Lying low. Instead, I'm reviewing transaction logs like someone went on a well-planned billionaire spree."

Jason shrugged, even though Steven couldn't see it. "I got tired of waiting. Figured I'd make the place feel like mine."

"Let me guess," Steven said. "House first. Then kitchen. Then gym. Then tech."

Jason grinned. "Pretty much in that order."

Steven clicked his tongue. "If you're trying to convince me you're not running things, you're doing a terrible job."

Jason leaned back. "I'm not running anything. Just setting up life."

Steven was quiet for a second. "You're handling it well. I just wanted to check in… make sure you weren't pushing too fast."

"Thanks," Jason said, genuinely. "But I'm good."

"And… for the record," Steven added, "I would've done the same. The way you're rolling things out — it's efficient. Quiet power."

Jason smiled faintly. "You're still calling me that?"

"Calling you what?"

He gave Steven a look through the phone. "Don't play dumb."

Steven's voice came back with a grin audible through the line. "Alright. Fine. No more 'boss.' But I'm still allowed to worry."

Jason chuckled. "I'll allow it."

Steven exhaled. "Alright. I'll go back to pretending not to be impressed. Let me know if anything's needed."

"Will do."

The call ended.

Jason leaned back against the padded wall, his breath settling.

He didn't need to be in charge of the world anymore.

But it helped to know the people who ran it were still behind him.