📢 Support me on Patreon for 84+ chapters, exclusive artwork, and weekly 30+ new Chapters updates!
✨ Each chapter includes 3+ unique illustrations to enhance your experience!
Enjoy! !
For those who can't become patrons, please support me by giving Power Stones!
Your support helps me bring you more bonus chapters! 🎁
Chapter 37-38—I Picked Up On The Street 3
What was the most important thing in Bitcoin mining?
It was a computer with exceptional calculation capabilities.
There were many complex reasons behind this, but to put it simply, it was due to the structure of the Bitcoin system. The more computers that worked to solve problems, the higher the difficulty of those problems became. This, in turn, strengthened the security of the entire Bitcoin network.
Because of this, having a computer with a much higher processing speed was essential. That was why a supercomputer was necessary.
In that sense, Haruka was exactly the talent I desperately needed right now. I knew a little about computers, but only the basics for general PCs. I couldn't even approach machines that required such specialized knowledge.
At most, I could glance at individual parts, but assembling them was beyond me.
Haruka, on the other hand, didn't just assemble computer parts—she created them herself. She was even building a supercomputer on her own. Looking at the computer books in her room, it seemed she had taught herself everything.
'In short, she is a genius.'
A true genius. One so extraordinary that someone with ordinary talent could not even imagine her level of skill. Even if her Asperger's syndrome fueled her interest in computers, she would never have been able to handle such complex assemblies without being incredibly smart. She was undeniably a genius.
Then, why wasn't her name known despite such talent?
The answer, in a way, was simple. I carefully examined the parts of her computer, which I assumed was a supercomputer, and noticed that many of the components were old.
It seemed her environment wasn't supporting her abilities.
What might have been holding Haruka back was likely her family situation. Her house, where I currently was, was, to be honest and with apologies to her parents, not ideal. Signs of poverty were evident everywhere.
Old tatami mats, a CRT television, and an aged structure of the house. Their love for their daughter was clear, but they clearly lacked the financial means to afford expensive computer parts. Naturally, this meant that the components of Haruka's supercomputer were insufficient.
'And yet, she had managed to build it to this extent.'
'I want her.'
I was tempted by the thought of handling her food and living expenses with the backing of a huge line of credit. But more than that, I was irresistibly drawn to her incredible talent.
Then I started thinking. 'How could I win Haruka over?'
And surprisingly, the answer was simple.
"Mother, can I have a private word with you for a moment?"
"Ah, yes, of course."
I only needed to persuade Haruka's mother. In situations like this, my large stature worked to my advantage. If I were small, like a student, I probably wouldn't have been able to have this conversation at all.
Haruka wouldn't refuse if I asked her to work with me. She liked me, but more than that, she loved computers. If I promised she could work with computers as much as she wanted, she would be happy.
So, the people I needed to convince were Haruka's mother. The deeper her passion for computers, the more worried they would be.
While I was having a private conversation with her mother, I prepared to speak bluntly. No—I was about to speak.
"My Haruka, isn't she a bit… unusual?"
Haruka's mother spoke first, before I could even say a word. At first, I didn't understand what she meant.
'Unusual? How incredible was that ability!'
But instead of immediately refuting her, I decided to listen quietly.
"Since she was young, Haruka has always been particularly interested in computers. So much so that her school teacher suggested she might have some unusual condition. Just to be safe, we took her to the hospital, and she was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome."
I nodded quietly. This was more or less what I had expected. The problem would be what she said next.
"My husband is a bit old-fashioned, so he didn't approve of Haruka spending so much time on computers. If it were just that, it wouldn't have been a big problem. But he believed mental illnesses were a sign of a weak mind, and he tried to 'correct' Haruka using violence."
I frowned deeply and said, "Wait a minute. You're saying he hit your daughter, who has a mental condition, just because he thought she was weak-minded?"
"Yes…"
I had met all sorts of people in my old life, so I wasn't easily shocked—but this time, I truly was.
'What kind of crazy bastard is that?'
Mental disorders were not something that could be fixed with violence. If anything, it would only make things worse.
And yet, he had tried to "fix" her with force. This wasn't a matter of being old-fashioned—it was barbaric and cruel.
I took a moment to calm my rising anger and asked Haruka's mother to continue.
She told a long story, but to summarize: Haruka had been ostracized at school for her unusual behavior and eventually dropped out. Her father's violence only grew worse, and as a result…
"Due to the increasingly severe violence, I eventually divorced my husband and moved out with Haruka. Since then, I've been raising her alone."
In the end, for Haruka's sake, her mother had divorced her husband and raised her alone. That had been about five years ago, when Haruka was seventeen.
This was the story behind Haruka.
After hearing everything, I took her hand and said, "You must have gone through so much on your own."
"No… My daughter suffered more," she replied, her voice strangely tearful.
I looked at her closely. Haruka's mother seemed to come from a refined background. Her tone was polite, and the way she treated someone as young as me with such respect reflected that.
She was still beautiful, a woman who could turn heads anywhere. Even her chest was as full as her daughter.
But upon closer inspection, the signs of hardship were clear. Wrinkles that told of struggle, thin arms, and rough, hardened hands.
I could see it clearly. She had sacrificed so much for her daughter.
'She is truly remarkable. How many people in this world would go to such lengths for their child?'
"First of all," I said, "what I wanted to tell you is not that Haruka is strange."
Since she was such an extraordinary person, I needed to be honest with her.
"Rather, her talent is at a genius level."
"My daughter's talent?"
"Yes."
I didn't hesitate for a moment and began explaining just how extraordinary Haruka's abilities truly were.
The more she listened, the more her expression shifted into one of disbelief, as if she were silently asking herself, 'Could that really be true?'
After giving her a thorough explanation of Haruka's talent, I looked her in the eye and spoke bluntly.
"To be completely honest, I want to work with Haruka."
"Work, as in…?"
"You can think of it as a specialized industry that utilizes the high-speed computing capabilities of advanced computers."
"What exactly is that…?"
I let out a helpless shrug, realizing how difficult it was to explain such a complex concept in a simple way.
"It's a concept that's difficult to put into words properly right now, and it might take some time to understand fully."
Her silence stretched for a moment as she processed my words. It was natural. This was about her daughter's future, and anyone in her position would need to think carefully before responding.
I tried to ease her concerns.
"Of course, I'm not saying we need to start immediately. I still have some work to handle first, and I don't have a fully fleshed out plan yet. I just want to give you enough time to consider it properly and make the right decision for Haruka."
I stood up, straightening my posture with resolve. Then I continued speaking, carefully emphasizing the importance of each word.
"I'll give you about a week to think it over. Please take that time to consider everything carefully. And one more thing."
Even while speaking, I didn't forget the most crucial point I needed to make.
"Haruka's talent is not something ordinary people should ignore. It's extraordinary, and it deserves recognition. It's something that could change her life if handled correctly."
I was about to leave after saying this, feeling that I had made my position clear.
"Wait a minute!"
Her voice stopped me in my tracks. I assumed she was about to give me an answer immediately, but instead, she said, "Would you mind waiting while I take a bath? It'll just take a little while."
It seemed like a reasonable request. After all, it was only the time it would take for her to bathe, and my body was already dirty anyway.
"Alright," I said, accepting her offer without hesitation.
"Ugh! It's cold!"
I stepped into the bathroom and began humming quietly while waiting for the water to warm.
Creak…!
Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught my attention, and I turned my head toward it.
There was Haruka, standing there and approaching me. Her large breasts were barely covered by a small towel, and she looked at me with a mixture of mischief and innocence as she spoke.
"Let's shower together," she said.
I couldn't help but feel flustered at the sight, my mind momentarily blank.
'What is this…' I thought, utterly stunned.
Despite my obvious reaction, Haruka stepped closer and asked softly, "Don't you like it?"
I knew in that moment that no man could possibly say no to that question.
"No. I absolutely, completely love it," I replied without hesitation.
There simply wouldn't be anyone in the world capable of saying 'No' to otherwise beautiful titties.