With all the classes seemingly about to end, Brandon and Raven parted ways for now.
As Brandon was about to head out for the exit, he soon realized something.
He had no money to commute back home...
Not only that, but he didn't even remember where his apartment complex was.
Because he was rushing, it didn't occur to him to remember the directions the taxi took, as it headed for the Academy.
"Haa..." Brandon let out a heavy sigh.
But regardless, he decided to head outside anyway.
Just as he was about to leave, a voice called out for him, particularly–a female voice.
"Brandon!"
Brandon turned around to trace back the source, only for his gaze to land on a woman.
He took in her appearance, pale-white long hair, ice-blue eyes, with facial features that would put idols from his previous world to shame.
There was no doubt in his mind who the person was.
'This is definitely Brandon Locke's sister.'
Snapping him out of his thoughts, the girl spoke up,
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Hey... Lady?"
A blunder, but he did it on purpose.
"Lady? Mom told me you've been forgetful lately, don't tell me you've forgotten about your own Sister?"
"I definitely did, what's your name?"
He decided to continue the act, he didn't know her name, he couldn't make a fatal mistake.
"Stop joking around, Brandon."
"No, you could be a fake–disguising as my Sister, give me her name now,"
"Sigh, whatever, it's Belle Locke. Happy now?"
"What's the name of our Parents?"
It was the perfect chance to dig out more information.
At this moment, Brandon felt like a total genius.
"Seriously? Haa... Mom is Brianna Locke, and Dad is Omar Locke... what a waste of time..."
'How gullible.'
Brandon gave her a wide smile, "Okay, that confirms it, you really are my Sister."
Belle rolled her eyes, "Whatever, at least you waited for me, let's head home now," she then went ahead of Brandon.
Brandon's ears perked up at the mention of home.
'How convenient, she's definitely paying, right?'
"Okay... Sis?"
Belle furrowed her brow, glancing back at Brandon, "What?"
"Nothing."
Heading out, Belle called for a taxi, and the two immediately got inside the backseat.
Belle gave the driver instructions of where the apartment complex was located.
Of course, Brandon took in every detail, he couldn't afford to waste the gold mine of information that Belle had.
Brandon then turned to look at Belle, who sat beside him,
"Hey, Sis, you're paying right?"
Belle furrowed her brow once more, "We'll split, I'm under an allowance just like you."
'Allowance? I don't remember receiving one.'
But he couldn't tell her that.
"Well... I think I blew through mine already."
"Sigh, how irresponsible, fine. But you'll have to treat me to something nice next time."
"Sure, thanks, Sis."
'If I had any money...'
From just the few interactions, Brandon concluded that Belle was older than him.
But how old? He was unsure.
"Hey, Sis, how old are you again?"
"You've been asking too many questions, you know? It's like you just woke up one day with dementia."
'Something like that...' Brandon thought to himself.
"Come on, just tell me."
Belle could only give in to his relentless pestering, "I'm 17-years-old, okay?"
"Okay, thanks."
Since Brandon was 16, that meant Belle was only a year older.
After that, the taxi ride was smooth sailing.
The two did not speak to each other the whole time. Their gazes lingered outside the window, taking in the sights of the city.
At least...
That was on the surface.
The whole time, Brandon thought of ways on how he could quickly make money.
And as a novel reader, who had knowledge of the future, there was only one answer...
'Stocks! I'm a genius," Brandon concluded within his thoughts.
And where was he supposed to gain the funds for investing?
During the car ride, Brandon finally had time for himself to explore the system interface.
As he browsed through the system shop, his astonishment skyrocketed.
There was an option to convert system coins into gold coins.
Apparently, the conversion rate was 1 system coin = 10 gold coins.
There was no way Brandon wouldn't take advantage of this.
Finally, his days of being poor, from his old life–until now, has finally come to an end.
Currently he had 50 system coins, which meant he could get a total of 500 gold coins.
He was unsure how much gold coins were actually worth, which is why he had to ask Belle.
The two had finally arrived at their apartment.
Entering their room, Belle immediately sat down on the couch, as Brandon followed suit.
Turning towards his Sister, Brandon asked,
"Sis, how much was the rent, again?"
This time, Belle had no remarks, as she immediately answered,
"I think Mom pays a single gold coin a month?"
"I see."
Despite sounding like a small amount, the apartment was spacious and lavish.
It was clear to Brandon that anyone who lived in the complex was in the upper class of society. Which gave him the idea that his family was well off.
'Yet for some reason, I didn't get an allowance.'
Since his new family were practically strangers to him, he didn't want to ask them for money.
His conscience couldn't handle it, he'd already taken over their son's body, what more could he take from them?
With the information that the apartment was worth a gold coin, Brandon concluded that a single gold coin was worth a substantial amount.
Curious, he surfed the web on his phone.
On his screen, displayed the conversion amount of each coins:
[COIN CONVERSION RATE]
[100 COPPER COIN = 1 SILVER COIN]
[100 SILVER COIN = 1 GOLD COIN]
[100 GOLD COIN = 1 PLATINUM COIN]
'It seems like it doesn't end with gold coins.'
Brandon continued his research, and with his findings, he concluded:
[1 PLATINUM COIN = 500,000 USD]
[1 GOLD COIN = 5,000 USD]
[1 SILVER COIN = 50 USD]
[1 COPPER COIN = 0.5 USD]
Thus, Brandon had decided to convert all of his coins.