Urban System in America-Chapter 25 - : Global Superstar

If we're fated, we'll eventually meet again.

If not, well... he'll just have to find her again.

Stepping outside the box, he took off the glasses and carefully stored them in his pocket (system warehouse).

The library was nearly empty by now with just a few scattered students who could be ignored as the library is their second home.

The golden rays of the setting sun falling gently on the bookshelves, creating a peaceful scene.

However, what he didn't know was that the group of boys from earlier was still lurking inside, secretly peeking at him.

Seeing him finally come out, they exchanged looks of shock. Even though it was already quite late, they just couldn't bring themselves to leave, especially after witnessing their "goddess" sitting with another man.

Seeing Rex, they all shed some silent tears; it seemed like their unattainable goddess was about to fall from her altar.

But Rex knew none of this, even if he knew he wouldn't care what a few random guys thought.

Stepping outside, he took a deep breath, savoring the mesmerizing sunset in front of him.

After a while, he slowly made his way toward the parking lot, occasionally spotting other students also enjoying the peaceful moment.

Soon he reached the parking lot.

Seeing the deep obsidian Camaro parked ahead, a rush of excitement coursed through his body.

He gently traced the body with his hands, honestly, its domineering appearance was exactly to his aesthetics.

After admiring it for a while.

He excitedly opened the door and hit the ignition. A deep rumble filled the air as the car roared back to life.

Taking another deep breath, he pulled out of the parking lot and slowly drove off toward his house.

On the way, he purposely took a longer route to hit the highway. There, he finally let loose speeding up and feeling the thrill and passion of driving.

But he wasn't reckless nor brainless. He still valued his life.

So, after satisfying his craving for speed, he slowed down, letting the soothing melodies of 80s songs from the radio accompany him on the road.

By the time he reached his house and carefully parked the car in the garage, night had fallen.

As for his old car. Well, he'd just have to make an extra trip to bring it back later.

Entering the empty house, a sense of dread crept over him for a moment.

But his rumbling stomach brought him back to reality.

A quick look inside the fridge had him shaking his head. Aside from a few water bottles and energy drinks, it was completely empty—not even a single leaf of greens in sight.

Sighing, he grabbed his phone and ordered takeout from a nearby restaurant. Their food wasn't amazing, but it was decent enough to fill his stomach.

"Looks like I need to make a trip to the supermarket soon," he muttered.

He couldn't just eat takeout forever, and as a "single dog," he had at least developed some decent cooking skills. They may not be on par with professional chefs, but they were good enough to make some delicious home-cooked meals.

Just as he finished freshening up, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, he was met with a delivery boy about his age, holding his order while sweating profusely but still smiling brightly.

"Sir, your order!" The delivery boy beamed, speaking with great enthusiasm.

Rex was caught off guard by his great enthusiasm but couldn't help but smile in return. Taking the food, he noticed the boy was about to leave and suddenly called out,

"Wait, hold on a sec."

The boy paused, a little confused, but waited patiently, as Rex disappeared inside.

Moments later, he returned with a cold bottle of water and some cash.

"Here, drink this—the weather's a bit hot these days. And here's your tip," Rex said, handing him the bottle. Then, with a casual motion, he passed him ten crisp hundred-dollar bills.

The boy accepted the water gratefully but froze upon seeing the money. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Th-thank you so much for the water, but t-this is too much, sir. I can't accept it." he stammered, shaking his head, clearly flustered.

Sure, he had rushed to deliver the food as quickly as possible, but this was way beyond what he expected. The most he had ever gotten as a tip was maybe a hundred dollars. But this? This was beyond his imagination.

Rex simply smiled, shoving the money into his hands.

"Take it. It might be a lot for you, but it's just pocket change for me. No need to overthink it, it's what you deserve for delivering hot food so quickly and with great enthusiasm."

"B-but..." the boy stuttered, unsure of what to do.

"Don't be so fussy. Just take it."

Finally, the boy accepted the money, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Thank you... Thank you so much," he said, bowing deeply.

Rex quickly stepped forward, stopping him.

"Hey, come on now. You're a man. Men shouldn't bow so easily. Keep your head up. This is what you deserve."

The boy looked at Rex, speechless. Unbeknownst to Rex, the boy had been working tirelessly, juggling university and extra delivery shifts just to buy medicine for his sick mother. Right after university, he would rush to take as many orders as possible, but he never expected to meet someone this generous. This unexpected kindness was a lifeline in his darkest days.

After bowing once more—just slightly—he hopped on his run-down bike and rode off into the night. his heart felt much lighter.

Watching him leave, Rex shook his head. He wasn't a saint nor a villain.

He was just a common man, someone with a sense of normal moral values.

If it was something he could help with, he definitely would but if it was too something troublesome or life threatening, he'd quietly move on.

Having lived a life at the bottom rungs of society, he deeply understood the struggles of ordinary people. That's why he was willing to help whenever he could.

Anyway, he already had more money than he could ever spend in a lifetime. And with his system? he doubted he'd ever lack money in the future.

With those thoughts, he closed the door and returned to his room.

While eating, he casually opened his phone and typed "Emma Alison" into the search bar, curious if she was really famous.

The moment he hit search, an avalanche of results flooded his screen—news articles, fan pages, and media headlines.

His eyes widened.

"Th-this is the rhythm of a top celebrity," he muttered, smacking his lips.

Curiously, he clicked the top link, and a detailed profile appeared, he skimmed through the information.

The more he read, the more his jaw dropped.

Emma Alison wasn't just a random celebrity; she was a global superstar with hundreds of millions of fans worldwide.

She had started songwriting and singing at the age of 12, and after finally signing with a little-known record label, she had been churning out hits non-stop throughout her career.

And most impressively—every song she released was written by her own hand.

Every song she wrote almost became a hit, earning her multiple Grammy awards and solidifying her influence in the music industry.

Because of her, that same small label had risen to become a major player in the global music industry.

Yet, oddly enough, even after digging around, there were no scandals attached to her name—no controversies, no relationship rumors. It was a clean, untouchable image.

Now, Rex finally understood why the system had given him that seemingly trivial mission and why the reward was so generous.

It wasn't every day that someone got the chance to meet a superstar of her caliber, let alone leave a lasting impression.

Even if he didn't want to get close to her, just leaving a strong impression would be extremely beneficial—especially if he ever wanted to step into the music industry.

As for why his past self-had no memory of her.

Well, he had been way too absorbed in his own little world to care about celebrities.

Not to mention, his parents had been extra strict about what he watched.

They didn't want to expose him to all the dark stuff on the news so soon.

So, they shielded him from harsh realities to protect his still developing brain.

So, in their house, news was completely banned.

(End of Chapter)

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