Chapter 72: VR Simulation
It was 6:00 Am , I slept well today after a week of struggle.
The morning sun filtered weakly through the Academy dormitory curtains, painting pale gold across my desk. The ink on my training notes had barely dried from last night—sword drills, mana conversion timing, ice shaping tests—but my mind wasn't on combat this morning.
It was on money.
The hum of my Academic Watch buzzed against the wooden surface. Unknown caller. Strange. Most students didn't have my number yet.
I tapped the screen.
"Michael Willson speaking."
A rush of static, then a voice brimming with excitement spilled through.
"Michael! It's me, Victor Arkwright!"
I raised an eyebrow. So soon? "You sound like you've had three barrels of coffee."
"Forget coffee—listen! Gillton Potion House stock—remember the one you told me to put everything into yesterday? The price jumped two hundred percent overnight!"
I froze, then a slow smile crept onto my face. It's begun already.