Chapter 06: Policewoman Madina

"Please have a seat. What would you like to drink, Ai?"

"Let me make it myself, Davis," Ai responded, standing up and asking, "Where's the kitchen?"

"Over there," Davis pointed. He picked up the remote, turned on the TV, then grabbed the controller and turned on the PlayStation 5. He sat down, waiting for Ai to prepare the drinks.

"System, buy me gaming skills."

(Gaming skills detected. Would you like to activate them immediately, Host?)

"Yes, go ahead, System."

(Purchasing gaming skills for five hundred thousand rupiah. The amount will be automatically deducted from your funds. Installation will take two seconds.) (Two-second pause...)

(Gaming skills successfully activated. Enjoy your game, Host.)

"Thank you, System. You're very kind," Davis praised. But no reward came.

(Learn to give sincere compliments without expecting a reward,) the system replied flatly.

That statement made Davis smile wryly. Fortunately, Aisya arrived just in time, lightening his mood.

"Why did you look so sour just now?" Aisya asked curiously.

"It's nothing... Don't worry about it. Do you play games?" Davis asked, changing the subject.

Ai understood and didn't press further. "Racing games," she answered.

"Alright. I'll find one," Davis said. With his intelligence enhanced by the system, he appeared more clever despite never having received higher education.

"What do you do besides work, Ai?" he asked while selecting a car.

"I'm still in my final semester at university. I only help my dad with things he can't manage," Ai replied, choosing a red sports car. "What about you?"

"As I said, I'm unemployed," he answered. But Ai knew that was a lie. There was no way an ordinary person could live in Sky Pavilion and own such a huge house—one even her father and grandfather couldn't afford. Not because they lacked money, but because the owner refused to sell. Ai didn't dwell on it. She believed Davis would share his story when the time was right. Her assumption wasn't entirely accurate but was close to the truth.

Three... two... one... Go!

Ai floored the gas pedal on the straight track at maximum speed. But at the first turn, Davis's car swiftly overtook hers, driven with the expertise of a professional gamer.

By 4:50 a.m., they stopped playing, their eyes heavy and yawns frequent. "That's enough, Ai. Your eyes are barely open," Davis remarked.

Aisya immediately fell asleep on the sofa. Davis glanced at her briefly, then covered her with a blanket. Afterward, he went to the bathroom to wash his face, take a shower, and brush his teeth.

Aisya smiled. She hadn't expected him to cover her with a blanket. If Davis had done anything inappropriate, she wouldn't have resisted. She had liked him since their first meeting, and her admiration only grew. Davis wasn't the type to take advantage of women; he protected them instead.

If he were a predator, Aisya would have been a victim. Fortunately, Davis wasn't like that. He was still innocent.

Davis had no idea what Aisya was thinking.

He went to the kitchen, boiled instant noodles, and fried an egg—his usual meal in his shack when he could afford it.

His life had been tough. Orphaned and living alone without money or family.

"Mom, Dad, Davis has a lot of money now, no longer struggling like before. If only you were here..." he said, wiping away a tear.

After arranging the food, Davis approached Aisya and gently woke her up.

Aisya pretended to rub her eyes and yawn, then feigned surprise about falling asleep on the sofa. "Oh no! I have class at 7:30 today," she said, glancing at the clock, which showed 6:45. "I have to go!" she exclaimed, standing up and rushing to leave.

But Davis grabbed her hand. "Eat here first. I've already prepared food... just instant noodles and eggs. I'm not great at cooking," he admitted sheepishly.

Aisya blushed as he held her hand. "Alright, but let me shower first. I can't eat like this, smelling sweaty," she said, sniffing her arm.

"Don't worry about it. Just eat before the noodles get cold," Davis insisted.

"Alright, if you insist," Aisya agreed with a gentle smile.

They sat facing each other. Davis brought up the incident in the restroom that morning.

"Who was the guy who tried to assault you? I'll teach him a lesson," he said, pretending to be tough, his face showing a hint of anger.

"That old pig is the manager of Citra Raya Hotel at Sky Pavilion. I didn't expect him to enter the women's restroom. It seems suspicious. There's no way he knew I was there and came prepared with ropes unless it was premeditated. Someone must have been working with him," Aisya recounted the incident that almost cost her innocence.

"I'll help you. I know a security guard there. I'll ask him to check the CCTV footage."

Aisya checked the time. "It's seven already. I need to go," she said, standing up. "Thanks for the meal," she added, patting her stomach.

"Need a ride?"

"No... I can go on my own," she replied, waving as she left Davis at the door.

Davis picked up his phone, found Handoko's contact, and called him. After two rings, a deep voice answered, "Hello... Do you need my help, Young Master?"

"You're right. I had a little issue yesterday morning. Can you take care of it for me?"

"What kind of issue, Young Master?" Handoko asked seriously.

"Just a small one. I need you to check the CCTV footage from the women's restroom on the third floor. Ask Joni about the incident I mentioned," Davis said, then hung up before Handoko could reply. It was an order.

He resumed his "unemployed" activities.

"System, can I communicate with you using just my thoughts?"

(The system will adjust to the user's convenience.)

"Show my status," he thought.

(Ding...)

Full Name: Davis Harold

Level: 1/100

Charm: 3

Strength: 5

Speed: 5

Intelligence: 5

Skills: Ancient Martial Arts (Active), Super Medical (Active), Super Racing Skill (Active), All Games Skill (Active)

Funds: $79,200,000

Shop: Accessible.

Inventory: Everything the Host needs.

Davis stroked his chin, remembering his car left out overnight. "I hope it hasn't been towed or stolen," he thought, rushing out of the house.

The security guard greeted him and opened the gate. "Good morning, Young Master."

"Morning, Mr. Taufik," Davis replied. He knew the guard's name from his uniform tag: M. TAUFIK.

Davis waved his hand, "Take care of the house..." he called from afar, running backward before jogging three miles with several rest breaks.

His breathing was ragged. "Even though my strength and speed have increased, I still get winded running long distances. Maybe it's because of my lack of physical training. I should work on building a stronger body. Who knows, maybe I'll become a superhero like Watermelon Man or Melon Man," he muttered, sitting on a public bench.

From a distance, Davis saw two familiar faces. They seemed to recognize him but didn't approach, likely due to his wealthy appearance. "No way that's the homeless guy," one of them said, loud enough for Davis to hear.