A few minutes had passed since breakfast, and Alex was still digesting—not just the food, but the madness of his new life.
The breakfast itself had been divine. Soft, buttery scrambled eggs, fresh-baked croissants, glazed ham, avocado slices, imported berries, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
It was the best meal he'd had in years and the best he'd had in both lives combined.
Given his frail state, the meal had been served in bed. The silver tray, the elegant china, the perfectly folded linen napkin—it all screamed opulence.
The two maids, Natalie and Natalia, had insisted on feeding him personally.
Naturally, Alex threw them out.
Not because he didn't appreciate the help—but because having two identical, impossibly sexy women trying to spoon-feed him felt like a recipe for sensory overload.
He needed to breathe, think, and start sorting through the chaos in his head—not get aroused and confused all over again.
Now that he was full, warm, and clean, it was time for step two: figuring out who the hell he'd just become.
***
A couple of minutes later, Alex groaned and collapsed backward onto the bed, his head sinking into the soft pillow.
"I can't take any more of this…" he muttered, rubbing his temples.
He has never experienced something like this in his life before. How could someone like this exist. The world is so fucking unfair.
The deeper Alex dove into the previous Alex Palmer's memories, the more absurd it became.
This guy… was a walking scandal.
How could someone be so reckless, so irresponsible, and somehow so insanely successful with women?
This Alex—the original—had lived like a fantasy novel character dipped in billionaire oil and sprinkled with degeneracy.
Dozens of women in his contacts were ready to drop everything just to come service him at a moment's notice.
Like they will literally drop everything and come running to wherever he wants, to come and have a taste of his little Johnny.
The funniest thing? Top-tier female celebrities? He'd had them.
Married women? Didn't even blink. He has them aplenty.
MILFs? That was his fucking specialty. He prefers them to the younger ones.
"Seriously?" Alex mumbled, rubbing his face in disbelief. "He preferred older women? Guy was collecting sugar mommies like Pokémon cards."
And these women aren't old hags but actually very beautiful women.
Even more mind-boggling, the guy had multiple girlfriends—genuinely, emotionally invested women.
From wealthy daughters of corporate moguls, A-list actresses, powerful female entrepreneurs. Women who knew about each other, and yet couldn't walk away.
Why? Because Alex Palmer was stupidly good-looking.
Not just "cute" or "charming." No. The guy looked like he was cooked up in a lab using the best parts of Henry Cavill, Brad Pitt, Chris Hemsworth and Robert Pattinson—minus the bulky muscle mass. He had a lean, modelesque frame that screamed "I party, but I never sweat."
Then there was his… "equipment."
"Oh, come on," he groaned, eyes wide as more memories flooded in. "Even his little Johnny isn't little?! What the hell is this gene pool?"
Some girls had literally cried when he ghosted them—not because he broke their hearts, but because they didn't think they'd ever feel that again.
Alex receives an average of 50 different high quality nude pictures and videos from different women every single day.
It was like his phone's gallery was having a very tight competition with the orange and black hub for contents size.
Alex's memories was like watching a highlight reel of debauchery on fast-forward. VIP clubs, private islands, champagne baths, threesomes, foursomes, names he didn't even know existed…
"Why is half his memory just sex scenes?" Alex muttered, face red.
The guy had lived like he was allergic to consequences. And despite the sheer insanity of his daily life, he was also smart. He knew how to manipulate people, seduce them, disarm them with charm.
And yet… he was a complete moron.
No sense of responsibility. No understanding of long-term consequences. He burned bridges for fun, spent money like he was allergic to savings, and treated relationships like side quests with zero loyalty rewards.
And that's why his family had finally cut him off.
Apparently, his father—the patriarch of the Palmers—had gotten tired of the scandals. Instead of disinheriting him completely (which might have drawn too much attention), he'd allocated a portion of the family's resources to him early and severed support.
In other words, the current Alex Palmer was technically still rich, but isolated. His bank accounts, properties, and staff remained funded—but once that money ran dry, he was on his own.
No more bailouts. No more blank checks. No more elite credit access.
They'll keep paying the staff salaries, Alex recalled from the memories, but I won't get another dime if I blow through what I have.
He will have to fend for himself, scrapping by. Maybe he will have to sell all of his properties but Alex doubt that.
According to his memories, even if Alex's money runs out, he will still be able to live fine as the women in his life will take care of him.
The reason why he feels this way is because after the debacle with his family and they cut him off, some of the women offered to start taking care of him.
They also collectively sent a total of more than $500,000 to him, to prove just how serious they are.
He exhaled heavily and stared up at the ornate ceiling. He's not the previous Alex and he doesn't want to be taken care or depend on anyone for his survival.
He has gone through that in his previous life and it wasn't a nice experience. Even though these ladies might be different, one thing that Alex understands is that there's nothing free in life.
These ladies are willing to sponsor him because of how handsome he is and how good he is at satisfying them, but Alex doesn't want that for himself.
He remembered what it felt like to rely on others to survive… and the humiliation of needing help just to eat. No matter how generous these women were, he didn't want that kind of dependence ever again
And unlike the previous Alex, in his previous life, he had been focused on how to survive each day that he didn't even have the time to consider anything about the opposite sex.
At one point, he thought that he was impotent and his took wasn't working, but the early morning wood said otherwise.
Now, that Alex has a second chance at life. He won't allow himself to experience what he did in his previous life.
According to the information displayed on the system screen, he currently has more than $2m in his account and a total net worth of more than $30.1m.
It was shocking and mind blowing to Alex to say the least. In his previous life, the highest amount he ever held in his life was a hundred dollar note. And it didn't last him a hour.
"But how the hell did I reincarnate into the body of a wasteful, oversexed stallion with zero life planning?"
Still, even he had to admit: it could've been worse. He could've been reborn in a medieval world full of monsters and poverty. At least here, he had a roof over his head, access to wealth, and—most importantly—a system.
"If only there was a way that the system can cleanse those memories" Alex muttered, sitting up slowly.
[I'm sorry, host, but I can't do selective memory wipe.]
Alex heard the familiar voice in his head again.
"System, you can talk? Like… hold conversations?" He asked curiously.
[Affirmative.]
"Great," Alex muttered. "Because I have questions. A lot of them."
He leaned forward, adjusting the pillow behind him.
"First of all… what are you? Why do I have a system?"
[This system has been assigned to the Host following reincarnation as part of a unique dimensional anomaly.]
"...That means nothing to me. Explain everything about the what's on the screen."
[The stat section is the quantification of your body's physical stat. The highest an average human can achieve is 5-10 all stat. With your current stats, you're considered to be slightly below average.]
"Ok, I understand that but what about the system store and system points."
[ The system store grants access to advanced scientific knowledge—millions of light years ahead of current Earth civilization—across all disciplines: mathematics, biology, chemistry, physics, engineering, and more.]
Alex's eyebrows slowly rose. "Wait... you mean I can learn anything? Any scientific field?"
[Affirmative.]
"And not just college-level stuff… but future knowledge? Things humanity hasn't even discovered yet?"
[Correct. However, access to knowledge requires payment via System Points.]
"Figures," Alex muttered. "Nothing's ever truly free."
He thought about it. His current assets were enough to live comfortably. He wonder how much it would cost to purchase those knowledge from the system store.
"How much does those knowledge cost?"
[You will need one thousand system points to unlock a core knowledge field. This will grant you access to its primary branches. Additional system points are required to unlock each primary branch, which in turn will reveal the specialized knowledge fields beneath them that are available for purchase,] The system explained.
Alex could already feel a headache coming.
"And how much does one token cost?" He asked, unable to hold in his curiosity.
[$10,000 per system points.]
Alex coughed. "Ten thousand dollars? For one system point?"
[Affirmative.]
He nearly choked.
"So to unlock a core knowledge costs… ten million dollars?"
[Correct.]
Alex slumped back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
"You said that there are multiple core knowledge. How many are they? And how much does it cost in total to unlock from the core knowledge to the specialised knowledge?"
Alex knew what he was getting into when he asked this question. He understood that his weak heart might not be able to take the answer.
[It will cost you a total of $12m for the one-time unlock of the each core knowledge and a primary branche, and a minimum of $15m to purchase a specialised knowledge.]
"So, $12m to unlock and a minimum of $15m to purchase an actual knowledge? Which is a a total of $27m?"
[That's correct, host.]
"...I take back what I said earlier. This is a scam."
How does the system expect him to spend almost his entire net worth to you unlock and purchase knowledge? Impossible.
Alex was about to sleep when he saw his phone lit up.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn't had the chance to check his phone, to know the current date.
He picked his phone up from the nightstand and he saw the date:
12th September, 2024.
He reincarnated the same day he died. How lucky for him.
He was about to drop the phone when he got a text. He subconsciously tapped on it and the content was in full display.
"What the fuck?"