He stared at the numbers again.
"Two MILLION crowns!! Dayum! I am gonna eat so good now! I'm gonna eat steak for breakfast, steak for lunch, and a giant, juicy steak for dinner!"
Obviously, it was only the old Alexander, the spoiled rich kid, who wasn't all that money-hungry. He never had to worry about cash, so who cared?
But the new Alex? Oh, this Alex loved money. He needed money.
This new Alex was basically just a street rat.
Well, okay, a street rat minus the street. He did have a home, and he did have parents in this new world. So, that was a plus.
But when it came to his "monetary value"? When you looked inside his actual pockets? He was worse than a beggar. A beggar at least had a few coins to jingle around. Alex had nothing.
But... that just brought him right back to the big, giant, flashing, glowing question.
Why?
Why in the world did that super-cheesy, "Hu hu ha," bottom-tier villain just... hand him this much money? What was this for?
