The once quiet class began to murmur. They didn't hear what Perseus whispered to the teacher, but they knew that whatever it was, It surprised her.“Who does he think he is?” One of the students asked.“Did he think he was rich now that Sherry Kim is backing him up?"“I can't believe Sherry Kim bought him that outfit.”A frown was on Celia's face; she had already known that Perseus was alive. She was already shivering in the corner where she hid. If he could see her, he could identify her and get the police to arrest her.She began biting on her fingernails to ease her nervousness. He shook, dead or crippled; how could he be standing there and looking better than he was?Sherry, on the other hand, was getting annoyed by the whispers of other students.Perseus walked over to Ms. Tisha's table, and she spun around to look at him. He unzipped her bag, pushed the money inside, and zipped it.He winked at Ms. Tisha before he headed for his seat. Ms. Tisha just stood still without knowing h

Eris, clad in baggy shirts and pants, led him to her gaming office. Her short hair added to the vibe, giving off a clear tomboyish charm as she led him into Kim's mansion as soon as they got out of the car. They walked into the house; Eris didn't pass through the entrance like Sherry had gone in with him the other day.Instead, she passed through the back way. His eyes scanned the place as they walked by, the house was endowed with antiques and Perseus couldn't help but wonder if they were fake.“This is my gaming office.” Eris announced this as she pushed open a door.Perseus was not interested in knowing about her office; he was only interested in getting that game done. So, he took his seat in front of the monitor, picked up the headphones, and peered at the screen.“Can I see the game now?” He glanced at her.Eris was bragging to him about her room, but she noticed that he wasn't interested.“Yes.”She pulled out a seat and sat next to him before inserting her passcode on the moni

'Iris, how do you find proof that an antique is fake?’[Trash it.]'What?’[Break it and find the proof.][There are four types of antiques.]. [Genuine, fake, half real, and fake worthy.]Perseus remembered it from the book: the genuine ones were the real ones. The fake were the trashy ones; the half-real were the ones that are half genuine and half fake. The last ones were the fake ones that were expensive and had some value.You are catching up. To find the fake antique, you need to break the antiques. [There is going to be a QR code in it; that's proof.]“What about the half-real ones?”[They have a little purple jade.]“Do I have to break them?”[No.]“Then what?”[Dip it in hot water, and the fake part color will fade.]A smirk curled up Perseus lips; he was going to be able to prove to them that he wasn't trashy like they think he is.“I am going to prove that it is fake by trashing it,” Perseus announced. “I will pay for the antique if I can't show the proof.”“Hah! Are you try

“We were heading out of the bar when he tripped Tobias in order to catch him. I stepped on him by mistake, and now he is asking for compensation.” Orion explained.Perseus turned back to look at the man. Three men were already checking the man's hand for any signs of injuries.“How much is the money for compensation?” Perseus demanded. “I will pay for it.”The man's lips curled up into a smile. “That brat stepped on my foot; he has to compensate me with $10,000. $5000 for each step.”A mischievous glint appeared in Perseus' eyes. “Really?”The man nodded his head. “That's all.”“You don't have to do it.” Orion muttered. “You don't have to pay him anything.”“Remember that you use your money wisely.” Tobias advised.Perseus stroked both of their heads. “Don't worry, leave it to me.”[Do you need $10,000?]“Yes."He pulled out the bundle of money and tossed it at the man's feet. “$5,000 for each step. Orion and Tobias trash his leg; I will pay for the damages.”'Iris, give me more $500,

Perseus was nervous by the minutes that passed; he couldn't tell if the pasta was okay because he hadn't tasted it himself.[You are evil; you let them taste it before you do.]Perseus gave the system a suspicious look. “Did you do something to the pasta?”[How many times have I told you not to doubt me?!]The electric current hit him again; it stayed for a couple of seconds before stopping.[There would be punishment later if you kept on doubting me.]Perseus glanced at the system that way, glaring at him. “I won't doubt you next time.”[Good.]“It tastes perfect!” Sherry squealed, her eyes glued to the plate of pasta. “I haven't tasted anything as perfect as it is.”Sherry continued eating, rushing the food like it was going to be stolen from her. Eris, on the other hand, rolled her eyes.“Stop acting; it is just ordinary pasta.” Eris stated this as she rolled the pasta on the fork. “Let's see what this even tastes like.”Perseus stared at Eris with keen attention as she ate the pas