"Of course! Who do you think I am? Remember to treat me to a meal when you get your salary." Grace Harris lifted her chin proudly, two dimples blooming on her rosy cheeks, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the HR department."

Two hours later, all the matters regarding Brian Carter's job had been settled. After looking over some materials sent to him by Wind's Wing, he finally had a rough understanding of Dictator's Sword. Dictator's Sword allowed a maximum of ten hours online per day, with flexible scheduling. While online, players would remain in deep sleep, controlling the game via brainwaves. In addition, there were thirty-six hours of emergency usage per month for unexpected situations. As for the game's content, since the official website had only released some map information, no one knew much else for now.

Although he wasn't particularly talented at virtual games, Brian Carter decided to give it his all. No matter what, he couldn't let others look down on him.

Grace Harris brought Brian Carter to her home and arranged a room for him. Grace Harris's house was a three-story villa, and Brian Carter stayed on the second floor, right across from Grace Harris's room. Everything here was luxurious—something Brian Carter had never even dared to imagine before.

After putting away his luggage, he looked at the soft, two-meter-wide bed and couldn't help but click his tongue. Could one person really use such a big bed? Besides, he wasn't used to sleeping on such a soft bed. In the past, he always slept on a bench about twenty centimeters wide, and he wasn't allowed to fall off. His father called it training. But now, with no bench in sight, he could only try to adapt.

"The kitchen is downstairs. If you want to cook, you'll have to buy your own groceries. If you don't want to cook, I'll order an extra takeout for you. I have to go to school during the day, and the rest of the time I'll be in the gym practicing dance, yoga, and taekwondo. Don't bother me unless it's important. If you need anything, call my cell." Grace Harris explained simply—she basically didn't have much free time.

"Okay. I'll cook for myself. Where's the market?"

"Turn left after you leave the complex, it's two hundred meters away."

"Alright, go ahead and do your thing." Brian Carter nodded. It seemed that even rich kids didn't have it easy. Cooking for himself would save a lot of money. Brian Carter absolutely didn't want to order takeout. The money he had should last him for a while, probably until next month.

Grace Harris went off to do her own things, and Brian Carter went to the market to buy some groceries. The kitchen at Grace Harris's house hadn't been used in a long time, so it took him an hour to clean it up. He made a simple bowl of noodles to settle his dinner.

Back in his room, he took off his shirt and began his daily workout. Brian Carter had a solid, muscular body, with clearly defined tendons, a V-shaped torso, two hard pectoral muscles, and eight well-shaped abs arranged neatly. The lines were sharp, but not grotesquely exaggerated. If he put on clothes, others would probably never imagine that this seemingly frail body contained such astonishing strength. If Grace Harris saw it, who knows what she would think.

Brian Carter started with some basic exercises like push-ups and squats, then did a few rounds of Tai Chi. Luckily, the space here was big enough that he could move around freely without feeling cramped. Too bad there was no punching bag, Brian Carter thought.

Brian Carter had started practicing free fighting with his uncle from a young age, and his father had also taught him some internal martial arts techniques. What he learned was quite eclectic, but the results were obvious—he had built a strong body. If anything happened, he could easily handle five or six adults at once.

After three hours of continuous training, he took a shower in the bathroom—each room had its own, which was convenient. Checking the time, it was already around 10 p.m. He heard some noises outside, followed by the sound of the door opening in the room across the hall. It was probably Grace Harris coming back. Brian Carter pretended he was already asleep and didn't go out to greet her, to avoid any awkwardness late at night.

Leaning against the bed, he looked out the window. The distant lights were like stars, twinkling in the endless darkness of the night sky. He wondered how his mother was doing in Ningdong, and whether his father, in another world, knew what was happening here. A faint melancholy welled up in his heart as he took out the notebook his father had left him, gently stroking the cover with his hand.

Opening the first half of the notebook, there were over a hundred pages filled with all sorts of strange data—none of which he could understand.

Brian Carter couldn't help but wonder: could these be some kind of mathematical or physical formulas? Although he had only finished middle school, Brian Carter could still understand a bit. But these data were definitely not mathematical formulas. After studying them carefully, he noticed that a few seemed to be related to games. Thinking about it, his father had been a professional gamer, so it wasn't surprising for him to record some game data. Maybe these were notes he took while playing.