[Ding! Ultimate Choice System has been activated!]
Option 1: Use your time efficiently and work out.
[Reward: Random Basic Skill]
Option 2: Chill for the day.
[Reward: $500]
“Looking at the choice, it seems the system wants me to keep up with my fitness goals too.” He thought with a slight smile.
“Option 1”
Noah changed into a sleek black tracksuit, the kind that allowed the full range of movement and headed to the gym.
This time, he wasn’t there to test his limits like he had last time. He already knew his max lifts—661 lbs for the bench press, 1141 lbs for deadlifts, and 881 lbs for barbell squats.
He wasn’t aiming for personal records today; he was focused on following a structured routine.
The machines in his gym, top-tier as they were, couldn’t provide the stimulus he needed.
They were built for the average person, or at least someone who lifted heavy weights, but Noah was far beyond that.
They simply couldn’t challenge him. Machines were good for isolation, but not for the raw, brutal power and control he needed to build.
So, Noah kept his staple exercises: the squat, bench press, and deadlift. He added a military press to his routine for his shoulders.
His plan was efficient—he would hit every major muscle group three times a week, using a full-body workout split. This approach would save time and allow him to increase his strength while focusing on other priorities.
By the end of his strength training, his muscles were fully pumped, his body humming with energy.
“That felt nice.”
He muttered as he wiped the sweat beads, that dripped down his face.
“Time for some cardio.”
He decided to skip the cardio machines. They were too easy. Instead, he decided to go for a run outside.
Noah stepped out of his gym and onto the path that wound around the villa. The fresh air hit him, and the sight of the river flowing nearby was calming yet invigorating.
He took a deep breath, appreciating the natural surroundings. The road around the complex was tougher than any treadmill or elliptical could offer.
“Real terrain—The real conditioning.”
He started at a moderate pace, letting his legs loosen up from the intense weight training. As his breathing became rhythmic, he increased his speed, feeling the rough ground beneath his feet.
Each step felt powerful, his muscles working harder than they would on any smooth machine.
The sound of his shoes hitting the pavement, combined with the gentle rush of the river beside him, created a peaceful contrast to the intense focus in his mind.
He pushed harder, transitioning into sprints, feeling the burn in his legs and lungs. The resistance from the uneven road made every stride more challenging, more real.
He could feel his entire body adapting, becoming stronger not just in brute strength, but in endurance.
His cardio session lasted around forty minutes, alternating between sprints and steady pacing, pushing his stamina to the limits.
By the time he finished, his body was drenched in sweat, his breathing laboured but controlled.
[Ding! Random Basic Skill Rewarded!]
[Basic Breathing Technique is Rewarded!]
[Time = Money & Money = Time]
[This technique increases the user’s longevity thus increasing his wealth]
[You will receive 10¢ for every breath you take!]
[Note: The money will be paid directly to the bank account of the user at midnight.]
Noah blinked. Once. Twice.
“Wait, what?” he muttered to himself, rereading the text.
“A passive money-making skill?”
He couldn’t help but smirk. “10¢ for every breath, huh?”
It seemed absurd. Earning money just for breathing?
Noah’s mind quickly raced through the math.
“How many breaths does the average person take in a day?”
“Twenty-two thousand. Roughly. Give or take, depending on lung capacity and health.”
With his physical condition, his breaths were probably a bit more efficient than the average person’s, meaning he could squeeze out more cash with each breath.
$2,200 was guaranteed, just for breathing every single day.
Noah let the number roll around in his mind. It wasn’t life-changing, not at his current level. He’d seen far bigger sums pass through his hands in a single system transaction.
But the more he thought about it, the more it amused him. $2,200 of pure passive income from doing nothing but staying alive. A steady stream of cash, flowing in without lifting a finger.
His smirk widened. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
It wasn’t going to make him a billionaire overnight, but then again, it wasn’t meant to.
This was pocket change, a constant influx of small bills that could add up over time.
$2,200 a day equalled about $66,000 a month—enough to pay for luxuries or even invest in more ambitious projects.
“The best part is… it’s just basic.”
“What would happen when it levels up? If this was just the basic version, what would intermediate or advanced look like?” He asked himself.
“Would I be pulling tens or hundreds of dollars per breath?” Noah thought, intrigued by the possibilities.
Noah glanced at his surroundings, the sprawling mansion, the complex that housed elites and millionaires.
This new skill, as insignificant as it appeared, was just another tool in his ever-growing arsenal.
He exhaled slowly, deliberately, savouring the moment.
“Another 10¢.” He chuckled to himself, imagining the money piling up in his bank account with each breath he took.
“Even my breathing makes money now.”
He tapped his chin, thinking ahead. With this new skill, there was no telling how high he could climb, but one thing was clear: he wasn’t going to stop until he hit the ceiling.
“If there was one at least.” He muttered silently.
His thoughts drifted back to the notification. This was an opportunity.
“opportunities are meant to be exploited.”
The passive income would roll in at midnight, directly into his account. It wasn’t much compared to his Ultimate Choice of becoming the richest, but it was a start.
Noah never underestimated the value of a good start. It wasn’t the amount that mattered—it was the potential. He couldn’t shake the thought that this was just the beginning.
“There has to be more. This is just a basic skill.”
The system had a way of dropping these little breadcrumbs, small rewards that hinted at something much bigger.