Idle Money System

A dead silence filled the air. As no sound followed.

Everyone could only stare at the scene before them. The man who had seemed unstoppable just moments ago was now lying motionless on the ground.

There was no destruction, no chaos, just a single kick and an elbow strike, and he was knocked out cold.

Valentine remained silent, still processing what had just happened. It was too fast!

Alexander's strength was something she simply could not fathom. After witnessing the fight, she now realized he had been holding back all along.

Benjamin, seeing their victory, finally snapped out of his shock. Overcome with excitement, he jumped to his feet, clearly ecstatic.

They had won! With a wide grin, he walked toward Alexander and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"Haha! Kid, you're amazing! If it weren't for you, we'd be doomed!" he said, hugging Alexander's neck like they were old friends.

Alexander glanced at the man, who seemed to be Valentine and Claire's father, now acting like a child who had just been given candy.

Alexander couldn't help but smile at Benjamin's personality. At first, he had thought this old man was overbearing, but now, seeing his genuine delight, the image he had in mind was completely shattered.

Benjamin finally let go and turned toward to the two familiar figures standing across from him, it was Ethan and Jonathan.

Pointing at them, he smirked and spoke in a triumphant tone.

"You two idiots, where did all that arrogance go? You were grinning just a moment ago, weren't you? Haha! You didn't expect this result, did you?"

Ethan and Jonathan, who had been frozen in fear earlier, now had their expressions replaced with anger at his mocking words, especially at his smug look.

They wanted to argue, to fight back with words, but in the end, they held their tongues.

Jonathan let out a frustrated breath before silently signaling Ethan to leave.

Ethan, seeing Jonathan's signal, nodded slightly. Their silent retreat only made Benjamin even more delighted.

Just moments ago, they had acted like they were in control, carrying themselves like bosses. But now, with the situation flipped and Alexander firmly in control, there was nothing left for him to fear.

Before Benjamin could say more, a female voice spoke beside them.

"Alexander, should we leave?"

It was Valentine, assisting her uncle Shanks, who was struggling to stand properly after overexerting himself.

Without support, he might collapse and injure himself further. Hearing her question, Alexander took a quick glance around the area.

The battlefield was a mess though no one had died, the sheer sight of the beaten and battered figures scattered around was difficult for any ordinary person to stomach.

He nodded in response as he replied, "Yes, let's move out for now. But first, let me take care of something."

The two people responsible for this entire mess were already at the exit.

Alexander tapped the ground, and in the blink of an eye, his body shot forward, arriving right beside them.

"Should we settle our grudges once and for all?"

His voice was calm, yet the chilling coldness it carried sent shivers down their spines.

Without waiting for a response, Alexander kicked both of them in the back, sending them flying out of the abandoned warehouse.

They tumbled across the ground, rolling uncontrollably as they lost their balance, eating dust in the process.

Alexander stepped forward, making his way out, but before the others could follow, he glanced back.

"Don't come out yet. Wait for my signal," he instructed.

Seeing the seriousness in his expression, Valentine, Benjamin, and even Shanks nodded without question. They didn't know why, but something in his tone made them trust his judgment, there had to be a reason.

Meanwhile, outside, Ethan and Jonathan spat out dirt and wiped their mouths with their sleeves.

Jonathan's eyes burned with rage deep, seething humiliation. This was the first time in his life that he had ever felt so powerless, so utterly disgraced.

A kid dared to kick him?

If he couldn't make this brat pay, then what was the point of being a mob boss all these years?

With a subtle hand signal, Jonathan sent a command. Hundreds of meters away, positioned carefully for the perfect shot, a man was already waiting, it was Deadeye.

He had given his subordinates strict instructions to prepare for what was about to unfold.

When they saw their boss was kicked out of the warehouse, their fingers itched to fire, but they held back, waiting for the order.

Deadeye, calm and collected, watched for the signal. And when it finally came, he acted.

His trained hands adjusted the sniper rifle the Barrett .50 cal. Peering through the high-powered cup-sized scope, he locked onto his target.

Then, with a steady breath, he pulled the trigger. A deafening roar erupted, shaking the air as the Barrett discharged. The sound was like a thunderclap, tearing through the silence of the night.

The gunshot didn't just ring, it detonated, sending a rolling shockwave in all directions.

The sheer force of the shot kicked back hard, slamming into Deadeye's shoulder with a heavy thud.

A split second later, the 5.5-inch bullet tore through the air, a supersonic crack chasing its path as it sliced through the wind like a razor.

Alexander, with his keen senses, instantly picked up the thunderous sound, even though the shooter was located hundreds of meters away.

Looking up, his sharp eyes caught sight of the bullet speeding toward him. He could even see how it broke the sound barrier, creating a secondary sonic crack as it moved at speeds exceeding Mach 2.

For the first time, his expression turned serious. Without hesitation, he kicked off the ground. The sheer force cracked the earth, sending fragments of rock flying in every direction.

Catching a thick, solid rock, Alexander quickly picked the hardest one and hurled it forward at the same speed as the bullet.

The two projectiles collided mid-air with a deafening crack. The rock shattered instantly, reduced to nothing but dust and fragments.

It couldn't withstand the sheer force of the bullet, not even slowing it down.

Realizing this, Alexander swiftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the deadly round as it pierced into the ground, leaving behind a deep, smoking crater.

Even with his enhanced defenses, which made ordinary bullets useless against him, Alexander could feel the threat from that sniper round.

It was a weapon designed to destroy tanks. What could it do to him, a human?

As he dodged, his senses tingled, another danger approached from the south, east, and west.

Though these attacks weren't as deadly as the first, they were still a threat. Without hesitation, he countered by throwing the remaining rocks in his hand.

When they collided with the incoming bullets, small explosions erupted, successfully stopping the attacks before they could reach him.

"If you tell them to stop, I'll let our problems be bygones, as long as you can provide me with some compensation that is," Alexander said, attempting to negotiate.

He figured that as a mafia boss, Jonathan must have plenty of money to spare. However, instead of cooperation, what he received was disdain.

"Haha! Do you really think I'm stupid enough to do that? So, you're not invincible after all. Since you dodged my bullets, that means you're actually afraid of guns. Doesn't that mean my chances just got a lot better?" Jonathan sneered, curling his lips into a wicked grin.

Spreading his arms wide, he continued mockingly, "How about this? If you beg for mercy, I might consider letting you go. Everything that just happened just like our enmity, our little problem, it'll all be wiped clean. So, what do you say? Deal?"

"Oh? I think I'll have to decline that offer." Alexander didn't even hesitate, his voice was calm, almost indifferent.

"If you don't want to surrender, then I'll just have to end this. That was literally your only chance to survive, and you just threw it away."

Jonathan scoffed at his words, unimpressed. Suddenly, another barrage of gunfire erupted, the deafening shots echoing through the forest.

Alexander swiftly parried the incoming bullets, skillfully dodging the deadly 5.5-inch sniper round aimed at him.

Before Jonathan and Ethan could even react, Alexander closed the distance in an instant.

Their eyes widened in shock, they never even saw him move. Without hesitation, he grabbed them both by the neck.

A slight increase in pressure was all it took—their lives ended in an instant. Jonathan collapsed to the ground, his face drained of color, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had been so sure that Alexander wouldn't be able to get close, confident that his snipers would protect him.

But he was wrong. If he had just accepted the deal, he would still be alive.

Now, his life was gone forever. Beside him, Ethan's lifeless body fell as well, his expression filled with endless sorrow as he succumbed to death.

[You killed a level 1 Human. You've gained 0 exp.]

[You killed a level 1 Human. You've gained 0 exp.]

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The snipers, witnessing their boss die right before their eyes, were filled with rage.

Deadeye's bloodshot eyes locked onto Alexander through his scope, his finger tightening on the trigger.

But just as he was about to fire, Alexander's gaze met his, even from distance of about 600 meters away.

A sudden shudder ran through Deadeye's spine. Can he really see me from this distance?

Before he could process it, Alexander took off, sprinting straight toward the mountain at an alarming speed.

Panic surged through Deadeye as he hurriedly dismantled his sniper rifle, knowing that climbing down and finding the right escape route would take time.

But as soon as he finished his preparations, a voice echoed behind him.

His heart stopped. He spun around, gripping a knife tightly in his hand, but before he could strike, his wrist was caught and twisted violently.

A sharp crack echoed in the night. A powerful hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off his breath. His face turned purple, his body convulsing in desperation.

Alexander's cold voice pierced through the silence.

"I hate people like you, cowards when it comes to real battle. Well, not really cowards, since you snipers are called weapon masters, after all. But this… will end here."

With a single, brutal squeeze, Alexander crushed Deadeye's neck, ending his life instantly.

[You killed a level 2 Human. You've gained 0 exp.]