No, that's not how you calculate it...

　　By the time the boss figured it out, Ethan Brooks was already long gone, so he could only accept his bad luck. Still, in his heart, he had already put a certain someone on his blacklist.

　　This is a classic sophistry that every Earthling knows, but in this world, no one does. Ethan Brooks used this classic trick to score his very first breakfast after arriving in this world!

　　Who says there's no such thing as a free breakfast! With a toothpick in his mouth, Ethan Brooks strolled leisurely through the city.

　　But Ethan Brooks didn't know that his seemingly clever but actually shameless behavior in the restaurant had been witnessed by a pair of beautiful eyes. Those eyes held not only amusement, but also surprise...

Chapter 5: Even Beating a Dog, You Have to Mind Its Owner

　　Uh, this can't go on. Even if I can muddle through for a while, I can't do it forever!

　　Following the route in his memory, Ethan Brooks headed toward the academy. Along the way, he was making plans for the days ahead, and in his heart, he already had a rough outline for his future path.

　　The first thing to do—solve the problem of food and clothing. Next, strive for a moderately prosperous life. Then, move on to a life of affluence...

　　Wait a minute, why does this policy sound so familiar?

　　Why am I so pitiful? Ethan Brooks once again started complaining about the unfairness of fate.

　　Look at other people who transmigrate—their goals are either to conquer the world or to win the hearts of beauties. But my goal, honestly, sounds so shabby. In four words—

　　Escape poverty and get rich!!

　　This poverty is absolute destitution, but as for wealth, I must become the richest in the world!!!

　　Ethan Brooks swore fiercely in his heart: One day, I will become the richest person in the world, then buy a country and build a harem for fun—uh, no, I mean a royal palace.

　　Although it's unclear whether Ethan Brooks can achieve this "ambitious goal," because of it, he would later become known for only caring about making money. People called him Money Feng. Basically, as long as there was money to be made and he had the ability, he would do it.

　　But he wasn't the type to risk his life just for money!

　　It also depended on his mood. Don't get it wrong—not whether he'd do it, but how much he'd charge. If he was in a bad mood, he'd ask for a high price. If he was in a good mood, well, he still wouldn't lower the price—what it should be is what it should be, just maybe a bit more reasonable.

　　But that's a story for later!

　　Right now, Ethan Brooks, without even realizing it, had entered the academy gates. Lost in thought, he forgot to admire the grand entrance, the beautiful campus, or the noble ladies passing by his side.

　　But honestly, even when he was normal, he wouldn't have paid attention to these things. Back in school, all he did was sleep—either in the dorm or in class. The only difference was the location.

　　He was known as the god of the school—the Sleep God!

　　"Hey, you loser up ahead, stop right there for this young master!" An annoyingly arrogant voice rang out, interrupting Ethan Brooks's grand plans for getting rich.

　　Loser—now that's a unique nickname, Ethan Brooks thought to himself, then kept walking. Normally, he might have stopped, but right now he had no time for gossip—he needed to go learn martial arts from another world.

　　Speaking of which, the martial arts on this continent were pretty impressive, with their own unique style. He really needed to study more. If he'd known he'd end up in this situation, he would have learned more moves back home.

　　As it was, all he had was some qigong, a single set of palm techniques, and a few basic external training skills. As for swordsmanship, he hadn't learned a single move...

　　No sword skills—how was he supposed to use the magic crystal sword in his hand?

　　Don't tell me you don't need weapons, that as long as you're strong enough, it doesn't matter if you have a sword or not. To reach that level, Ethan Brooks figured he'd need a few more decades. And if he died during those decades, then it's game over...

　　Besides, an ordinary person with a modern firearm could kill a martial arts master who'd trained for decades. That's why fewer and fewer people practiced martial arts in his old world, and it also shows how important weapons are.

　　As the saying goes: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools."

　　Just as Ethan Brooks was continuing to dream about getting rich, he was interrupted again...

　　Someone blocked the road a short distance ahead of Ethan Brooks, and said angrily, "Loser, you actually dare to ignore us? When did you get so bold? Wasn't yesterday's beating enough for you?"

　　Ethan Brooks stopped in his tracks. Only now did he remember that the original owner of this body was known as the school genius—well, the loser!

　　"A good dog doesn't block the road, a bad dog always stands in the way; barking dogs don't bite, and those that bite don't bark. That saying is really true. Hey, Henry, you wouldn't bite me, would you? That wouldn't fit your character," Ethan Brooks said with a grin.

　　The person in front of him wasn't the so-called young master, but rather the young master's attendant. Nobles who came to study at the academy could bring their own attendants and servants—everyone in the Holy Land knew that.

　　This young master often bullied Ethan Brooks, and just as they said, yesterday they had cornered Ethan Brooks once. Like master, like servant, so the attendant also often made fun of Ethan Brooks!

　　That's why Ethan Brooks knew this person's name very well. It was quite interesting—he was called Henry, and apparently his older brother was called George, who was now standing right next to the young master.

　　Henry, the bad dog, made him think of that saying again.