Chapter 103: Weight of Card

Each piece came with a story, a history.

Rex listened with quiet enthusiasm. He already knew some of this—having read about it online back in his past life. But Claude's descriptions were more than textbook knowledge. They were intimate, like he was sharing family secrets.

In his past life, he'd spent nights reading watch blogs, dreaming of owning even one quality timepiece. But all he could ever afford were flimsy, mass-produced watches. He hated that. Not because they were cheap, but because it felt soulless. Mechanical precision meant nothing without passion behind it.

Now, he was holding watches that felt alive.

Watches, he believed, weren't just instruments to track time. They were wearable art, crafted legacy, a conversation between past and future.