Idle Money System

In the early morning, around 3:00 o'clock, a frustrated groan echoed inside the library. The place was slightly disorganized, as the books were no longer on the shelves.

Some were scattered across the tables, while others lay open on the floor. A few were even stacked into a small mountain, adding to the cluttered scene.

On the floor, using the books as his bed, a young man was lying there with a book covering his face. He lifted the book and began to read it again, the exhaustion clearly visible in his eyes.

Even though he did not need sleep, the sheer volume of reading took a toll on his mind. There were thousands of books, each filled with millions of words.

After finishing the book, he tossed it aside and stared up at the ceiling.

"What kind of requirement does this thing need, anyway? I've been doing everything for the past few hours, but not a single one was added," Alexander said with a tired sigh.

He continued looking at the ceiling, thinking for a moment. He racked his brain once again in search of an answer, but nothing came to mind.

"System, can you at least help?" Alexander spoke aloud, addressing the system.

[…]

[Why?] - the system's mechanical voice responded.

"What do you mean, why? Obviously because I have no idea how to increase my stupidity. Can you just reprogram yourself and remove that function, so I don't have to figure it out and can just upgrade it with free points?"

[No, Host. I cannot alter the fundamental rules of your growth.]

The system's tone remained indifferent, as if the answer was obvious.

[Unlike other stats such as strength, speed, or defense, which increase as you level up and can be further improved by allocating free points, both intelligence and charisma are not attributes that can be enhanced at will. Intelligence is not measured by the number of books you read, but by your ability to apply knowledge, solve complex problems, and push the boundaries of mere understanding.]

[If reading alone were enough, anyone with access to books would become a genius. Your mind must be challenged beyond the simple consumption of information. Only by demonstrating true intellectual breakthroughs will your intelligence increase]

[But…] – The system stopped.

This made him raise an eyebrow. "But...?" Alexander followed.

[But for you, this is not the reason. I suggest you focus on something else rather than contemplating this problem.]

[Just like your charisma, it increased because you drove out impurities, enhancing your natural charm to its fullest. Let me tell you, your intelligence is also connected to your body]

"Related to my body? So that means I have to drive out my stupidity in order to raise my intelligence? Is there some kind of unique cultivation technique for that in this system?" Alexander asked, his face completely blank.

[…]

[You did not understand me at all. If there truly were some kind of heavenly technique that could turn a mentally retarded person into a one-of-a-kind genius, then the heavens would be overflowing with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.]

After receiving this reply, Alexander got no further response from the system, which made him sigh as he was left alone in silence.

But the system had already told him to focus on something else rather than dwell on this topic, so he decided to heed its advice.

Standing up and looking at the pile of books scattered across the floor, he noticed how messy everything was.

Deciding to clean it all up, he had no idea about the commotion he had already caused.

All of the major figures in the city were alarmed. The leader of the underworld had been killed, shocking everyone, especially since the organization had been deeply rooted for ten years without any serious issues.

The Black Serpent Gang was no ordinary group. It was composed of ruthless individuals, so dangerous that even people worth hundreds of millions avoided any conflict with them.

What was even more terrifying was that the culprit had not been caught, which only deepened their fear.

In an office, two police officers were present, one male and one female.

The man was middle-aged, with short black hair and a though looking expression. He wore a crisp police uniform and sat in silence, with his arms crossed.

Standing across from him was a female officer with a striking figure, her neatly-fitted uniform accentuating her curves in all the right places.

She had short black hair that framed her sharp yet striking features, and although her outfit was standard, it still drew attention.

Wearing a buttoned shirt, a short skirt, and black stockings, her attire did little to conceal her voluptuous figure.

It was none other than Carla, the same female officer who had arrested Alexander when he caused trouble a few days ago.

"Chief, are you sure that the same young man we detained did this?" Carla asked with a narrowed gaze.

Her expression was serious as she looked over a set of photos showing the aftermath of the battle.

The roof was destroyed, the ground was riddled with holes, it was an absolute mess.

Even firearms couldn't cause damage like this, especially not the perfectly straight holes that looked as though they had been deliberately carved into the ground.

The most serious issue was that many people had been injured, suffering broken limbs and fractured bones.

While others died due to excessive blood loss. There were hundreds of victims, and a quarter of them did not survive.

Even though Alexander had restrained himself, humans are inherently weak and fragile. Losing a significant amount of blood naturally drains their vitality.

"Yes, it's the same young man," Johnson replied with a sigh.

Seeing the look on Johnson's face, Carla grew increasingly troubled.

Shaking off her hesitation, she argued, "Then aren't we going to arrest him, Chief? A lot of people died and this is a massacre. Even if he has backing from the Prime Minister, what he did is too high-profile to ignore."

"This evidence is already enough, and we also have some witnesses lying in the hospital. We can't just do nothing," she exclaimed.

Seeing her stern expression, Johnson could only shake his head. He was troubled as well, since covering up something of this scale was no simple matter.

"We can't arrest him, Carla. The world is much bigger than you think. If he were from a normal family, then this would be easy, but..." he trailed off with a sigh, his face solemn.

"But what?" Carla asked.

Johnson simply waved his hand as he gathered all the photos and placed them into an envelope.

"Don't involve yourself in this kind of matter, Carla. The world is much bigger than you think," he replied.

"But Chief, is there no justice in this world?" she shouted, slamming the table with both palms.

"We know those gangs were in the wrong, but violence is not the answer to every problem. Let's go and just teach him a small less—" her words were cut off.

"Carla!" he shouted.

Carla trembled, her entire body shaking before she straightened up.

"This is an order. Do not involve yourself in what happened. Also, keep this matter a secret. What you have seen here is classified information. Understood?"

"Yes, Chief," she said, giving a firm salute even though she was not agreeing in his words.

"That is all. Dismissed," Johnson replied, waving his hand as she left the room.

He rubbed his temples and sighed again, this was already the third time, showing how troublesome it was.

This was becoming increasingly difficult for him, as he knew that as long as the boy remained here, trouble would inevitably start piling up sooner or later.