I AM THE MASTER OF UNLIMITED DOLLAR SYSTEM

115 : There's No Perfect System

Antonio went back to see The Handler.

In his room, they were still talking with the curtains drawn.

"Still too shy to show your face?" asked Antonio, fiddling with his glass of chilled wine.

"You look calmer than the last time we met, Antonio."

"I don't think too much anger is a good thing at my age," replied Antonio, "after all, back then I was angry because you wouldn't tell me about my new system owner. But now, I can be more relaxed because I already know who he is."

"Hm. Interesting. Who is he?"

Antonio put his glass down rather hard, squared his body and said, "The loser who inherited my blood, the son of Rose."

The Handler did not respond. Antonio leaned back casually in his chair.

"It's quite unfortunate if this is true. I've never confirmed it firsthand, but from what I've noticed, it's not like you can do that much with just your inheritance, right?" asked Antonio, confident in his words. "Victor, a loser who just got an inheritance out of nowhere, can do many things