Idle Money System

Alexander did not go home when he left the restaurant. First, he went to the market to buy many groceries.

He also bought eggs, vegetables, meat, and rice. He did not forget to buy some seasonings and, of course, Mountain Dew and other juices that are healthy for the kids.

The seller was very happy because the young man in front of him was not just handsome but rich. He at least bought half of their stock, making her very happy.

"Do you have a car, young man? We also offer deliveries, that is, if you want to," the auntie said to him.

Alexander heard this, thought for a moment, and yes, he had no car. He then looked at the kind auntie and smiled.

"Sure, auntie, how much would it be for the transportation fee?" Alexander asked, since what he bought is like 3 weeks' worth of food, and the drinks like Mountain Dew, Coke, Royal, Yakult, and many more will be able to last more than 3 weeks, that is if they don't drink water.

The middle-aged woman just chuckled at him. "You silly child, consider this a free service for buying so much in my shop," she responded.

Hearing what he said, Alexander shook his head. "Auntie, I'm really happy for you to give me a free ride, but please give me a price. It will make me feel bad if you don't," he said pitifully since he did not want to owe the kind auntie a favor.

Since it's also a waste of time for her just to transport his bought goods, "Hehe, don't worry about that. If I say it's free, it's free. What about this if you come and buy more goods? This auntie will offer you a 10% discount. So consider this free ride as our agreement," the auntie said gleefully.

Alexander smiled crudely as he accepted it in the end. If he wanted to resupply, he could just buy here and let them transport the goods.

"Okay, Auntie, but who is going to drive?" Jeff asked since he had only seen her in this shop.

When he said this, the woman took a deep breath before she shouted. "AN-THO-NY!" Her voice was so loud that the whole shop felt like it was trembling.

Suddenly, the door in the back sprung open, and a man with a sleepy and pale face appeared running so silly. He arrived just beside the woman standing straight. "Yes, honey, did you call me?" he said, sweat all over his forehead.

The woman, seeing his silly expression, just snorted, "Hmph, you have been sleeping all day while I left to manage the shop alone. Go ahead and give this young man a ride. He's our big customer, so act courteously. Got it!" she commanded.

The man vigorously nodded his head. Seeing this, the woman glanced towards Alexander with a smile, returning her good attitude, making Alexander feel the coldness on his back.

"This auntie is really like a book. She changes attitude so fast, like turning a page," Jeff said, looking at the man, who is the woman's husband.

When Alexander looked at the man, the man glanced back at him, feeling something unique from their brief eye contact.

The sensation he experienced was unlike anything a normal person could evoke in that moment, leaving him curious.

But that feeling disappeared as it appeared so suddenly, which made him a little bit skeptical, wondering if what he felt was just his imagination.

The man who just glanced at him and looked away felt something odd about this kid in front of him, but he just shook his head since he did not feel anything after that.

"Oh yeah, young man. This is my husband. His name is Anthony. He will be giving you a ride. Is that okay with you?" the woman said, cupping her hands and looking at the young man's face.

Alexander waved his hands for the auntie for him to not worry about it. "It's good, Auntie; this is just perfect," he responded.

The kind auntie in front of him is not really that bad-looking. She is in her mid-30s and has long, wavy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, with a small purple ribbon holding it in place.

Her eyes are striking blue, and she has a warm, gentle smile. She is wearing a light purple t-shirt underneath a brown apron, giving the impression of someone who knows how to manage a shop.

Because she had a shop, ok?

While the man's ears who was being pulled and reprimanded, by the woman due to him slacking and sleeping during work time.

The man who is the woman's husband is in his 40s. He has dark, almost black hair pulled back in a loose bun.

He has a strong jawline and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyes are a striking blue, and his expression is silly, with an awkward smile. He wore a black long-sleeve complemented by his trousers. He also wears a gold necklace with a small pendant.

"Can you stop pulling my ears? You're making me embarrassed at the kid," He said, feeling depressed. His image was ruined.

"Hmph, what's the point of your image? You don't look very responsible just by looking at your face. Hayss, I don't even know why I fell in love with you in the first place," she snorted as she let go.

"Hurry and help the young man carry the stuff; I think he can't lift it," said Rebecca.

Anthony simply nodded his head and effortlessly lifted one of the boxes as if it weighed nothing.

This made Alexander curious, confirming that what he had felt earlier was not just his imagination.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I can help Uncle carry this," Alexander said to the woman.

Rebecca was about to stop him, but she was shocked to see him carry it. Well, it was not heavy since it was about 50 kg, but what surprised her was.

The young man in front of her did not even frown or struggle a bit when he lifted it. Anthony, seeing this, was also surprised.

"You're actually strong, huh? Don't tell me you hit the gym," Anthony asked him.

Jeff just replied respectfully, "Well, sometimes I go to the gym. It is heavy but not to the point of being unliftable." He was neither humble nor arrogant.

Anthony just smiled as the two of them got out from the back of the shop and placed it on the back of an old red pickup truck.

Anthony went back inside the shop again to carry the last one. As they were about to go, Rebecca held Anthony in their hands.

"Be careful on the way, okay?" she said in a caring tone.

Anthony just smiled warmly, hearing her concerned tone. Her wife can be like a tigress sometimes, but this is one reason why he fell in love with her in the first place, since behind that is a sweet girl.

"Don't worry about what will happen to me," he replied with a laugh. Rebecca just smiled as she glanced at Alexander.

"You too, young man. Hurry and go now so you can come back early, the same as the young man," she said as they then bid farewell.

Alexander then sat in the passenger seat, and Anthony in the driver's seat. When the engine roared, they left the place.

While they were on the road, Anthony shifted his look in the road and looked at Alexander.

"Oh yeah, young man, I don't know your name yet," He inquired.

Alexander, hearing this, replied respectfully, "My name is Alexander Ashbourne, Uncle Anthony," he replied.

Hearing this, the man hit the brakes as he looked at him with wide eyes; he trembled for a moment as his breathing became rapid.

"What did you say your name was again?" he said in a stuttering voice.

Taken aback by the sudden change in the uncle's expression, he replied with a blank face.

"Alexander Ashbourne, is their something wrong with my name?" he asked since he felt something odd from his look.

Hearing this confirmation, he could not help but shake his head and return to his normal self.

"Haha, there's nothing wrong with your name, young Alexander. Now, where would you like me to take you?" Anthony asked with a polite yet curious smile.

Alexander nodded in agreement since there was really no problem with his name. He then told him his address. Hearing this, Anthony's expression shifted to surprise.

Summit Heights.

That name alone was enough to send a ripple of shock through him. Summit Heights wasn't just a location—it was the residence of individuals with the most powerful backgrounds in the country. This wasn't a place for ordinary people at all.

"My assumptions weren't wrong, then," Anthony thought, a mix of awe and confusion crossing his mind.

"But from his expression just now, it doesn't seem like he even recognizes his family name," which made him question himself.

Anthony's mind then wandered back to an unforgettable memory burned into his soul—a legendary battle in the mountain ranges.

At that time, he had been nothing more than a spectator, watching in stunned silence as forces beyond imagination clashed.

The three most powerful sects in the country had united, a rare alliance forged out of desperation. Each sect leader wielded strength capable of shattering mountains and redirecting rivers, their power almost godlike. And yet, their opponent was a single man.

One man who stood against all of them.

An old man stood there, dressed neatly in a butler's uniform. They saw the butler calmly lift a single hand, his palm outstretched.

The air itself seemed to freeze. In an instant, the gathered sect leaders were brought to their knees, blood spilling from their mouths. Their faces contorted in agony, unable even to raise their heads.

Watching through a telescope, Anthony felt a chill run down his spine as sweat poured down his face.

The same was true for others observing from afar. They couldn't believe their eyes. With a simple gesture—raising his hand and opening his palm—the butler brought three powerful sect leaders to their knees.

Anthony's grip on the telescope tightened. His mind was racing with shock.

"How can someone with such terrifying power exist? And he's just a servant?" He exclaimed as he realized how small he was in the grand scheme of things.

The butler's voice boomed across the battlefield, clear and loud as if carried on the wind itself.

"You dare challenge the Ashbourne family with this pitiful strength? You can't even handle me, a mere servant, yet you had the nerve to unite and cause trouble?"

Even though Anthony was miles away, the words echoed so clearly in his ears that it was as though the butler was standing right beside him.

The old man lowered his hand, releasing a wave of bloodlust that spread across the battlefield, blanketing everything within five miles.

People with weaker wills collapsed immediately, unconscious, while those who remained standing looked pale and shaken, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Take this as your only warning," the butler said, his voice calm and composed.

"Our master has ordered us not to interfere in worldly affairs. But if we ever choose to act, do you seriously think you can stop us?"
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The gathered sect leaders didn't need to be told twice. They turned and fled, their pride shattered.

Those still able to move carried their unconscious core disciples off the battlefield, their heads bowed in shame.