My Idle System

When it became more necessary, Christian thought that he could always make more money, as lately, he had even more ideas for his earning income.

So, his current work could proceed at a snail's pace, focusing on stocks, which takes a longer time, to serve as a front for when he would later have more money.

As for Trading in general? He didn't care much about it anymore since even Iris could help with it, and was progressing steadily. Then there was Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, which, since a week ago, had actually reached level ten, yet was still not maxed out, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

Thankfully, based on his calculations, it should take no more than a few more days. Christian had also decided what to assign to his Third Practicing slot.

Christian needed to become stronger to handle unexpected situations, like those cases he'd seen in the police database where a person suddenly went berserk. But, besides raising his constitution with unassigned points, which he planned to reserve for emergencies, he doubted that his bodybuilding skill would be effective; and even if it did work, it would take a long time to make a difference.

With the extraordinary power still out of reach, the only choice left was to learn more ways to fight. He could either train in other hand-to-hand martial arts, pick up something weapon-related, or try to develop his own strongest fighting martial art, just as he'd considered from the start.

Christian initially leaned toward the weapon route, but when the idea of weapon comes to his mind, the first he considered were firearms, which he realized they were out of the question. Not only were they difficult to obtain, but even if he managed to get one, would he be able to use it in a crowded situation and come out unscathed once the mysteries department showed up? Christian didn't think so.

Learning swordsmanship seemed even more unrealistic, this wasn't some drama, movie, or novel after all. And even though extraordinary powers existed in reality, it wasn't as if people were openly aware of them.

So, carrying a sword around felt entirely unrealistic. That's why he returned to considering hand-to-hand combat, and Christian found himself hesitating here, should he develop his own martial art or focus on learning other already existing martial arts?

But thinking things through, how does one even create their own martial art in the first place?

That was the question he asked himself at first, and the answer he arrived at by thinking it through logically helped him make up his mind.

Christian thought that, considering he wasn't trying to create something from scratch and there were many existing martial arts references available, along with his increasing knowledge of human biology, this approach of making the strongest one should be the most efficient way, as he will also learn other martial art along the way anyway, then.

'But hopefully, I won't find myself in a situation where I need to use my physical skills, as developing peacefully is still the best!'

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Four days passed.

Christian, who had been reading a novel, something he had been doing less of lately, finally felt he couldn't stay lying down any longer. He decided to go downstairs to check on his sister and see how her preparations were coming along.

After all, today was the day Eva was coming.

Of course, he hadn't originally made a big deal out of it, but seeing his sister's careful preparations made him feel a bit panicked himself.

More importantly, at first, he had planned to bring Eva home after spending some time together outside, but, she had insisted on coming directly to his place instead, and this left him wondering if he should also prepare something.

Arriving in the living room, which was now much cleaner and tidier, seemingly sparkling, Christian didn't find his sister. He guessed she was in her room, probably getting ready for the day.

How exactly? He didn't know.

He sat there, thinking that he should wait for her to finish, and stared at the room again. It wasn't like the house had been dirty before; his sister was particularly strict about cleanliness.

Even before she stopped working, she always made time to clean the house. On weekends, she would do an even more thorough job.

But cleanliness and organization are two different things, after all, and he was used to a bit of mess being around.

While thinking that she was working too hard and contemplating whether he should help his sister with the cleaning or perhaps find someone else to do the work for her, his sister finally graced him with her presence.

Making him immediately give her his attention, she was wearing a chic light brown jumpsuit made of a material that seemed suited for indoor wear. She didn't appear to be overly dressed, but more like something casual and comfortable, yet she still looked neat, especially with the accessories she chose and the very light makeup.

After all, if he weren't so used to his sister, he might not have noticed the makeup, and she didn't usually wear much. This understated effort gave her an indescribable presence.

"Chris."

"Yes?"

"When is she arriving?"

"Should be about time."

While he replied normally, the way his sister scrutinized him from head to toe made him start questioning whether there was something wrong with his attire.

In the end, there was apparently nothing wrong, as she simply nodded and sat down on the other sofa. This made him feel a little strange, as they would usually sit closer to each other.

In the silent room, Christian felt the atmosphere seemed somewhat solemn, as if a someone important was visiting for a check or questioning. He hoped that as time went on, things would become more casual.

"Ding, dong."

Hearing the ringing of the bell, a sound that was rarely heard in his house, Christian breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, intending to welcome Eva himself.

"I will open the door."

But hearing his sister, who seemed to want to do it herself, he conceded, realizing it didn't matter much to him.

"Hello."

"Welcome! We've been expecting you."@

As he started hearing their voices, Eva finally entered the room, making her way toward his side.

"Christian."

Seeing her blooming smile as she called his name, he opened his arms, trying to imitate her usual move.

She gave him a light hug before sitting beside him, while his sister took a seat across from them.

Two to one, so, it should be his side that had more strength and power in the conversation.

Yet, Christian strangely felt as if he were in an interview, with his sister sitting in front, giving the evaluation instead of the other way around, despite her being the only one there.

But looking at Eva beside him, at her relaxed smile unwavering, he wondered if he was the only one feeling this way.
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As they all settled into their places, the conversation finally began, but it was mostly filled with courtesy and light chitchat, nothing of great importance. The dialogue mainly flowed between his sister and Eva, with Christian contributing an occasional comment here and there.

"I actually stopped working a little over a month ago, and with nothing to do, I've been thinking I should find something to fill my time. So, what do you do for work? Do you have any recommendations?"

'Nice, sis!'

Hearing how his sister was inquiring about Eva's work in a roundabout way, but, was it direct or not? Anyway, Christian silently praised her, while he also leaned in closer to the conversation, curious, as he didn't even know what Eva did for a living, or if she worked at all, considering her wealth.

"Well, I've been going through some work documents at home, lightly focusing on accounting-related matters. So, I'm not entirely sure my opinion would be particularly useful."

"If you have a specific workplace in mind, I can try to help with that."

Hearing the reply, Christian felt uncertain about whether he should be satisfied. She worked from home, which was good, but what kind of company was it, and what did she actually do? He still didn't know; simply mentioning accounting felt too general and encompassing after all.

As for the latter sentence, which she delivered after a brief pause, it was clearly about connections, however would his sister get help in this way? He doubted it.

He also didn't want her to work, so he didn't mind either way.

Then, as Christian listened to his sister try to ask more specific questions about Eva's work, only to be met with vague responses, he realized there was little hope for more clarity.

"Oh, well, I still don't have anything specific in mind. Maybe I could ask you when I do?"

'Now will you really?' Christian couldn't help but comment internally.

"But if you work just lightly from your house, then, how do you fill your time? Like what other things do you do?"