Greenberry residential complex, a high end residential building located in Valcrest ville estate, an up-scale neighborhood for the wealthy. That he heard of already.
A place where business moguls and celebs live.
From what he saw online, and already knew little, apartments weren't sold but rented out. The rent was extremely high, with the cheapest there starting at minimum $12.000 monthly.
A staggering amount for someone who was just fired from his job with a salary of $12.000 annually.
Furuhiya was already grasping around the idea of how incredible the system is, all of those days playing games, missing work or even outing with friends.
It all paid out.
The apartment wasn't the end of his missed out rewards, there was still the car which he already saw.
Curious, he asked the system how to access the inventory.
[ To access inventory there are two possible ways. ]
[ Automatic and manual. Manual access is locked, to unlock please buy it from the shop. ]
Shop…
[ To access inventory the automatic way, please think about the item you'd like to retrieve and it will appear in front of you. ]
Without any hesitation Furuhiya imagined the car keys, and in the next moment it magically appeared in front of him, with a slight pinkish air around it.
It almost fell on the ground when he managed to get a hold of it mid air.
He smiled seeing the car keys in his hand, he squeezed it to get a feel of it.
Furuhiya's knowledge on cars was limited though, but as a curious person in general he decided to check for the car's information.
The Porsche 911 Carrera GTS is the ultimate hybrid performance sports car, producing a total of 541 hp (398 kW) and accelerating to 100 km/h in just 3.0 seconds.
Equipped with T-Hybrid technology and standard rear axle steering, this model reaches a top speed of 312 km/h.
The GTS variants combine top performance with everyday usability, recognizable by a more aggressive design and an advanced "Sport Chrono" package all for the small price of around $200.000!
With Furuhiya's limited knowledge on cars there was nothing more he could've done than nod, smile and mutter "Mhm great car~"
And albeit there was nothing more he'd like than to go take it for a ride, see his new apartment and break the happy news that he's a millionaire to his sister..
There was still the matter of the system giving him a detailed explanation other than the sign in stuff.
Albeit he played the game day and night that was more than three years ago. Around two years ago he got extremely rich by opening a red envelope and since then he'd only enter the game to buy erotic skins, or gift players.
That was his happiness.
But now it changed.
As he thought about it, the system answered.
[ Host, would you like a detailed explanation? Y/N? ]
"Yes."
[ Understood. ]
[ You will receive daily, monthly, and yearly sign-in bonuses. ]
[ The system also features a designated shop for exotic and specialized items. ]
[ This shop operates on a separate currency: Erotic Points (EP). Which can also be converted to real life $! ]
[ The system may randomly assign daily, monthly or yearly tasks/missions and quests. ]
Furuhiya leaned back, "Detailed, that? my ass…"
Despite this, he didn't pry further. But there was one question he couldn't bear but ask, even a while back, or even when he started playing.
"Why does an eroge.. A eros system feel like a cash cow instead?"
[ System is thinking ]
"Why does an eroge system feel like a cash cow?"
[ System: Thinking… ]
[ Answer: Because love is money. ]
He blinked. "That's… stupid."
[ Money cannot buy affection. ]
"Exactly."
[ But it significantly improves your chances. ]
"…Fair."
He stood up, stretching like a man who had just unlocked capitalism itself.
"Well, whatever. It saved me, so I'm not complaining."
He glanced around the apartment. Damp walls. Peeling paint. Moist that had long since stopped bothering him because it had the warmth of home.
He stepped outside, then locked the door.
"Sayonara. Old life." Then he grinned, imagining the beauties his porsche alone could bring in. "And welcome new, ero, filthy rich me!"
Furuhiya hastened his steps down the stairs, as he arrived at the entrance his head searched for that green color through the glass doors as if fearing it could have disappeared.
But sure enough, it was still there. Parked just under a flickering light.
"Why are the night lights even still on? I mean it's morning…" He wondered, then stepped out and in front of it.
The dark green Porsche GTS gleamed in the sunlight, black carbon accents glinting like it knew it was untouchable and far out of Furuhiya's bank account.
But it wasn't, and that was the best part of it. On its hood, three girls were already taking selfies, grinning like they owned the world, and glancing at him like he was wearing a trash bag.
Which, honestly… he kind of was. Ragged white T-shirt. A grey jacket over the shirt. Hole in the pocket of his blue jeans which the color of was drained.
He smirked, yanked the key from his pocket. Click. The door unlocked.
Furuhiya's grin widened as he passed by their shocked expressions. If he wasn't twenty, he might've actually tried hitting on one of them.
He glanced down at their legs, muttering to himself that their blue skirts were definitely way too short.
Every bit of restraint he had left evaporated as he swung open the doors and slid into his car—albeit smacking his head on the roof in the process.
"Ow," he groaned, but it barely fazed him. Rich now. Cocky as hell. Still painfully, beautifully dumb.
Seated, Furuhiya caressed the steering wheel, the leather of the seat and even the dashboard leaving dirty finger prints already.
He had no idea what material was used for the leather seat, but the comfortable feeling it gave him told him more than enough.
Premium. He nodded to himself.
Just like he always deserved but never had.
He almost felt bad for a second sitting in such a high end car with such ragged clothes, the feeling quickly got over washed after all it was his car, and he was now filthy rich.