Brooke now stood tall and proud as he had invested in a sturdy tent and a beautifully crafted table, adorned with an assortment of charms that sparkled in the morning light. It was another day of telling fortunes and seeing charms and he was excited as he had the fortune teller system, his companion since the day he stumbled upon it. As he set up his stand, Brooke couldn't help but notice the curious glances from passersby. Some people did double takes, their eyes widening in shock as they took his transformed appearance. Gone was the frail, wheelchair-bound man they had used to see in the street. Brooke smiled to himself, knowing the fortune-teller system had been guiding him, providing him with valuable insights and rewards for his efforts. He had already sold 30 charms and the system had informed him that if he could reach 100, he would be rewarded with a blue pill that granted him a mysterious strength. Brooke was determined to reach his goal and to get the reward.