"Hi Kim."
"Hey…" Kim was surprised to see Silas, as she didn't expect him to come home soon, since he said that he will be coming home on weekends to check on Alex, and it's not yet weekend, yet.
Ohh… Sorry, come in," Kim said, as she opened the door wider, allowing Silas to enter.
Thank you. I know it's not the weekend, yet. I was around, so I decided to check up on you guys," Silas said as he walked to the living room.
"Here, I bought fried chicken. Is Alex at school?," He asked as he gave Kim the food he ordered on his way home.
"Yeah," Kim replied as she collected the package from Silas, before going to drop it on the kitchen countertop.
"Ok, I will be in my room." Silas left the living and made his way to his room.
When he got to his room, he saw that it was still as he left it, except that it looks clean and organized.
"Ahhh.. It's early morning and I have nothing to do."
"Yeah, I have some system notification and I should probably check my status screen."
"Status."
[Ding!]
[You spent $60. You received a 10x rebate of expenses made. You earned $600. The money has been sent to your bank account]
[You spent $390. You received a 10x rebate of expenses made. You earned $3900. The money has been sent to your bank account]
[Name: Silas Kurt]
[Age:20]
[System Level: 3]
[Level Perk: 10x rebate on all expenses made by the host.]
[Level Up Requirement(s): Raise all stats to that of an average human.]
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[Strength: 5]
[Agility: 4]
[Stamina: 5]
[Intelligence: 5]
[Charisma: 4]
[Stats Point(s): 0(+)]
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[Skill(s): [Problem-Solving(Level 1)], [Memory Mastery(Level 1)], [Mental Balance(Level 1)]
Skill Point(s): 0(+)]
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[Mission(s): Get into a university.]
[Reward:???]
[Time Limit: 3 Days.]
"Out of the initial 7 days,I now only have three days left to complete it or it's a failure."
"I do hope I get a news from President Odetta before then. Hopefully.."
After he was done looking at his status screen, Silas closed it and looked around his room, and sighed.
He felt so bored as he didn't have anything to do, and he has no idea on what to do.
"I'm feeling so bored. What should I do?"
"If it was before, I would definitely be thinking of how to make more money. Now, I don't even know what to do with the money.
Tsk, tsk. The irony of my life."
Silas allowed his thoughts to wander so that he wouldn't feel the boredom much. As his thoughts drifted, he thought of the system level up requirement and the mission he's trying to complete.
He hasn't even given much thought to it, especially on how he's going to get the money that he needs to exchange for system points.
He knew that if he doesn't get a positive response from President Odetta before the three days elapses, he would automatically fail the mission. Something he doesn't want to see happening.
"Well, I can't do anything about it. It would be good if I can get a yes from Stanford University, I would be able to get some of the money needed from the rebate, except if my feeling is correct."
It might seem that he was being too passive about the mission but he doesn't actually have much of a choice.
The mission's time limit given by the system and current academic period made it almost impossible, if not impossible to complete the mission.
As an avid reader of web novels, Silas understood one thing when it comes to systems.
They are never that simple. One can't use regular logic on them, except the system wants to be bound by it, which is so rare that it's actually mythical.
And this is the reason why he has a vague feeling about the rebate.
.....
Time flew by quickly and in the blink of an eye, it was already noon of the third day since he came back home.
Silas sat in his room, anxiously looking at the ceiling as he waited for President Odetta's call.
For the last two to three days, he has been spending time with Alex.
"I guess this is it," Silas said and sighed. He longer had any hope of getting an early reply from President Odetta.
He was just about to leave the room when he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket.
He hurriedly brought it out to check the caller's id, President Odetta.
He didn't waste time and he immediately picked the call.
"President Odetta."
"Mr Silas, are you free? The Board and Faculty would like to meet with you," President Odetta asked, immediately after he picked up.
"Yes, I do have time."
"Ok, please come to Stanford University. When you get there, make your way to the Lasuen Mall Building. Someone will be waiting for you at the building's entrance," President Odetta said and hung up.
After the call ended, Silas immediately changed into some better clothes before taking his car key, and left the house.
...
Meanwhile in a small conference room in Lasuen Mall Building, Stanford University, a group of people were seated around a table with some stacks of paper in front of them.
"Odetta, where's the kid?" One of them, a man asked.
"Be patient, Jonathan. He will be here soon," Odetta replied.
"He should be fast, I have an appointment in the next hour."
"Jonathan, be patient." This time, it wasn't Odetta that replied but someone else, a male.
"He said he has an appointment but we all know that the appointment is with your mistress. I wonder when your wife is going to catch you, or maybe you're actually playing each other, with each other's unspoken consent." The man continued.
"Don't you dare bring my wife into this, Lawson," Jonathan said as he looked at the Lawson person with an angry expression on his face.
The rest of the people in the room laughed when they saw this. The incident that just happened in front of them is not something new, as it always happens anytime Lawson and Jonathan find themselves in the same room.
Few minutes later, a young lady walked into the conference room and announced Silas' arrival.
"Ohh… thank you. Please let him in," President Odetta replied.
"Yes ma'am," The lady said, and the door of the conference room opened and a young man who looks to be in his early twenties walked inside.
"Mr Silas, welcome. Please take a seat," President Odetta said, as she pointed to an empty chair.
"Since he's here, let's get this meeting underway."