Silas got the notification instantly. He checked it:

[Money Received: 25k]

A small smile curled up on Silas's lips as he bowed and said. "Thanks, miss." And then he turned backwards and left the store.

The moment he left the store, he was looking at his bank notification and a small smile was on his lips. 'This much money just from the D-Rank cores? How much will I make in future with higher-level materials, and now I even have Fenrir with me.'

Silas's lips parted slightly, and saliva started to run down from his mouth as he was completely lost in his imagination about him getting rich in future.

[Don't think too much about it, Host.]

[The money you made by selling those is just pennies, and you'll eventually spend it in just 2 sessions of Archangel Michael. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)]

Silas's mouth closed as he popped out from his imagination, a small vein popped on his neck as he gritted his teeth, and his voice came low but annoyed. "You don't have to remind me of all of that, blue fucker." He muttered under his breath.

[Just reminding you of your sessions, host.]

Silas ignored the system as he kept walking, and when he reached the supermarket nearby, which was a kilometre away from his apartment. He noticed a poster that was stuck on a wall. He tried to ignore it at first, but then his gaze fell on the text:

<Prize money: 100k Dollars.>

A small gasp escaped from Silas's mouth as he used his newly acquired skill 'Silent Snowstep – A Rank'.

Silas's body shot forward towards the wall as it left just a small afterimage behind; his steps were slow and almost inaudible.

When he reached the wall, he didn't waste a second and plucked the poster out from where it was stuck. His eyes were staring at the text written on it:

<Competition Between the Newbie Hunters.>

<Venue: Awakened Headquarters.>

<Prize Money: 100k Dollars.>

<Event Day: Thursday>

A small sigh escaped from Silas's mouth. 'But, I'm not a newbie, right? I have awakened ages ago.' He took his hand towards his neck and scratched it slightly.

A sudden realisation struck him. 'Wait... I just got re-evaluated, and my F-Rank jumped four stages. I think they'll allow me to enter this competition.'

Silas's mouth opened again as a small trail of drool escaped his mouth.

[Host, you're drooling again. Calm your emotions, or I'll strike you with the lightning.]

Silas closed his mouth immediately as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, cleaning the drool from them. "Yeah, yeah, now a man can't even imagine, huh?" He muttered under his breath.

Silas folded the paper and put it inside his right pocket. Without wasting any more time, he made his way back home.

When he reached his old apartment, he saw little Fenrir, who was now playing with a small ball made out of wool.

A small smile was tucked up on Silas's lips, but when his gaze fell onto the rest of the room, his soul left his body, skin went pale. "What the fuck!! Fenrir, you ruined the room." A loud voice escaped through Silas's mouth.

Little Fenrir stopped playing for a while as it threw the ball to the side and ran towards Silas as if the only thing that mattered to him was Silas.

When the Fenrir reached Silas, it started rubbing its head on the right leg of Silas.

A small sigh escaped Silas's mouth; his voice came low. "Well, I can't do anything about it, you're a beast and also a puppy for now... I guess I have to clean all of the mess."

Silas leaned in slightly as he picked the little Fenrir up in his arms and wrapped his left arm around its back, and put his right hand behind its head to provide support.

"Well, you rest here for now, yeah? Let me clean the mess that you created." Silas said as he walked towards the bed and placed little Fenrir on top of it.

Then Silas looked at his room, and a small sigh escaped through his lips once again. "Let's get to the work, shall we?"

Silas started cleaning the roof. First, he picked up all of the dried-noodles packets, then he picked all of the junk from the ground.

After cleaning the junk, he shifted all of the stuff that was placed in the wrong position.

After doing all of it, Silas finally sat down as he leaned his back onto the bed slightly and rested his head on it. His voice came low but tired. "System, do I finally have enough money to continue the sessions now?"

[Yes, host, you have enough money to continue the sessions of Archangel Michael and also the Chiron.]

A small smile curled up on his lips as he said, "Tomorrow is the date of the competition, I don't want to lose, so it's time to binge-watch the sessions."

[Right Away, Host.]

[Continue Session: "Heaven's Blade Form" (Foundations of Divine Swordsmanship) by Archangel Michael]

The system panel shifted as a new panel appeared in front of his eyes. The panel was shimmering with the blue light as it reflected a beautiful garden.

There were multiple flowers of different colours on the grass of the garden.

A small pavilion in which a desk was kept, and in front of it was a table on which there were cups and a tea container that was hovering in the sky as it poured the tea into a cup.

Then the screen shifted to Archangel Michael, a small smile was tucked onto his lips as his white hair was getting slightly brushed by the wind.

He looked at Silas as his voice came low but soft. "Oh, finally back for learning, huh?" He said as he lifted the cup and took a small sip of the tea.

He looked at Silas for a second as he continued. "I see that you have improved. Are we finally taking the small baby steps now?"

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