Regressor With A Billionaire System

The Next Step

As I sat alone in my lonely apartment, I embraced the solitude of my room as my mind began to dance around my memories and thoughts of my past life.

I could vividly recall who Logan was and the significance he held in my past life. He was a stock broker and my friend, in fact my only friend.

He was genuinely a good person, but he’d made a lot of bad choices and financial misjudgments here and there which caused him to rack up a large amount of debt, a lot of debt which he had no active source of income to pay back with.

You could say that the major prerequisite of our friendship was the fact that we both had financial issues and lived crappy lives, and Logan, my friend, became my intricate guide into the world of stocks and the possibilities it presented.

And he was probably my main drive toward my passion for stocks in my past life. I threw myself into studying how it functioned, the fluctuations in the rates and I knew the most profitable investments at that time.

I was practically obsessed, another factor that took most of my teenage years in my past apart from gaming. I could never have imagined that that knowledge of stocks I have amassed over a long period of time would prove to be so useful now.

As I flipped through the pages of my handwritten notes, I carefully noted down the significant events from my past life. I was genuinely surprised at how much of the intricate details that my photographic memory could retain.

It had been a week since my regression, and in that one week I’d spent, I had spent time  meticulously documenting every crucial aspect, notable events, conversations, interactions, I left no stone unturned.

The memories flowed effortlessly, a reminder of how deep the depth of my knowledge could go.

Thinking about how much wealth I had accumulated in the past week, approximately $150,000 from the sales of my prized possessions which I no longer had a need for, I  couldn't help but wallow in disappointment at how frivolous and negligent my past spending habits had been.

‘Well not anymore,’I thought. The thoughts of my shitty life before regression simply fueled my drive to try and attain a perfect life and also maximize the system to its full potential.

‘I haven’t been given a quest since my fight with the bullies or made use of the system, I should do that soon, farming SP is another priority.’

My thoughts shifted to Logan, the stock broker. My friend who once guided him through the complexities of the stock market.

A smile played on my lips as I envisioned a future where both of us would break free from the shackles of debt and thrive together. I owed him at least that much.

I mentally committed to obtaining the necessary details and finalizing an agreement to embark on this wealth-building journey.

All these thoughts and more filled my head as I laid out the foundation for my future financial advancements.

However the present moment called for a shift in focus. I had classes soon and I was determined to never miss a day of class. I was more disciplined with my time management now, I had a time table and followed it, not skipping a single day.

My days went thus: Before I left home, I performed  some basic stretches and engaged in yoga to improve my flexibility, then I would go out to the gym determined to work on my physical appearance as I was pissed off by my current lanky posture, at the same time I took self defense and kickboxing classes. The episode with the bullies reminded me about how much more I would need to commit in order to be able to defend myself more properly, and became a constant reminder. When I returned home, dedicated research on stocks came next, a daily  routine that further strengthened my understanding of market dynamics.

My evenings were  reserved for attending cram schools, it wasn’t a necessity as the knowledge I gained from there I mostly already knew but I saw it as a  necessary commitment in pursuit of my goals. If I hadn’t mentioned before I didn’t believe in education in my past life, I was considered very smart by most, but I refused to be bothered by anything concerned with education as I considered it a waste of time. I basically refused to try, I never saw the point in trying, there really was no purpose driving me and I was basically a shadow or had a background character cliche.

My new life presented a solitude that I genuinely enjoyed, devoid of friendships and interactions, I was free of distractions and was fully committed towards achieving my goals.

‘I guess becoming a billionaire wouldn’t be all that bad’ I thought, chuckling to myself as I fantasized about my dreams.

Freshening up with a sense of purpose, I prepared to attend my classes, simply passing the time till my exams arrived so I could get my admission into university.

It was a fresh week. ‘Another week to chase the bag, I wonder if I could get a girlfriend, hehe, nahhhhh, probably not’ I thought laughing as I left my house.

Finally taking care of my features and styling my hair ,sleeping adequately and maintaining a healthy diet, I went from looking unkept and like a bum and was what most would consider as a fine young man.

‘Haha, regression really is fun, System!’

<How may I be of assistance?>

‘Display my status information’

<Understood.>

[Status Window]

- Name: Malcolm Shade

- Age: 18 years

- Occupation: Student

- Current Status: Healthy/Unemployed

- Hp: 100/100 (Fully recovered)

- Sp: 5

{Additional Information}

You have discovered a new found determination and are actively working towards achieving your goals and perfecting your second life.

[End Of Information]

‘I like the sound of that additional information, I guess it’s up to me not to disappoint the system again as well’ I thought to myself again, chuckling.

This was the first time in a long time I’d experienced genuine happiness.

And you know what? I liked it!