Chapter 11: The Clash of Two Young Men

After dressing neatly, Davis took the special elevator down to the parking lot. However, upon seeing his luxury car, he hesitated.

"If I bring this car, it'll cause a commotion. I need to stay low-key until my position is secure."

He ordered an ABANG-OJEK through the app. Ten minutes later, his ride arrived, and to his surprise, it was the same driver from yesterday—Sutaryadi.

"You again, huh?"

"Yes, sir. Where to?"

"Take me to a dealership. I want to buy a motorcycle, Pak Yadi."

"Alright, I'll find the nearest one," Yadi replied as he started the ride.

After ten minutes, they arrived at a dealership.

"Thanks a lot, Pak Yadi," Davis said, patting the driver's shoulder and handing him $212.

"This is for your kid and the ride. Don't refuse it—it's your blessing."

Davis knew from the system's analysis that Yadi's family was struggling financially—his wife was sick, and his child needed milk.

Pak Yadi was moved to tears. "May your kindness be repaid a hundredfold, sir."

Davis smiled, feeling content after helping someone.

Meanwhile, Pak Yadi made a quick stop at a minimarket to buy milk and then at a pharmacy to get medicine before heading home.

As for Davis, he entered the dealership and browsed through the motorcycles. A young woman soon approached him.

"May I help you, sir?" the Sales Promotion Girl (SPG) asked, handing him a brochure. "Feel free to take a look at our options."

Davis glanced around briefly before pointing at the cheapest model.

"I'll take this one."

The SPG raised an eyebrow. Instinctively, she scanned Davis's attire from head to toe.

"He looks rich, so why is he choosing the cheapest one?" she wondered.

"This one, sir?" she asked again, confirming.

"Yes. Is there a problem?" Davis countered.

"No," she quickly replied. However, as she turned away, she muttered, "I thought he was rich, turns out he was just pretending."

Davis paused.

"Did I make the wrong choice?"

He waited, but none of the SPGs approached him again. He shook his head—people always judged others based on money. If you had none, they ignored you. And if you had too much, they grew suspicious.

Still, Davis stuck to his decision. He tried calling for assistance, but no one responded. Until finally, one young woman hesitantly approached him.

"At last, someone with a kind heart," he thought.

"I just want to buy this motorcycle. Please process it quickly," he said without wasting time.

"Cash or credit, sir?" the woman asked softly.

"Cash. Here's my card."

"Please follow me to sign the paperwork," she said.

After finalizing the purchase, Davis gave her a $100 tip as a token of appreciation. The woman was surprised yet delighted—a customer bonus plus commission was an unexpected blessing.

From a distance, the SPGs who had ignored Davis earlier looked shocked and regretful.

"If only I had served him instead..." one of them thought, frustrated at missing out on the bonus.

Davis also requested a custom plate: DA 1989 ABE. Within ten minutes, the process was complete, and he rode off on his Super X 125 through the city's busy streets.

He had chosen a university far from his residence. After a thirty-minute ride, he arrived at Lambung Mangkurat University. After checking in with security, he was directed to the registration area.

"Thank you, sir," Davis said politely.

He walked to the registration hall, where many students were queueing. After waiting his turn, he filled out the forms and submitted the required documents.

Thanks to his Super Medical Skill, Davis opted for Internal Medicine as his specialization.

After completing the registration process, he headed to the parking lot, where his Super X 125 was parked neatly. He smiled, feeling proud that he had bought the motorcycle with his own effort—not through system rewards or missions.

"Show status," he commanded mentally.

(Ding...!)

Full Name: Davis Harold

Level: 1/100

Charisma: 3

Strength: 5

Speed: 5

Intelligence: 5

Skills:

Ancient Martial Arts (Active)

Super Medical Skill (Active)

Super Racer Skill (Active)

All-Game Mastery (Active)

Shop: Accessible

Inventory: All household necessities

As he reviewed his status, suddenly—

BRAAKK...!

A Toyota Yaris sped in and sideswiped his motorcycle! Pieces of the bodywork shattered everywhere. Luckily, Davis reacted in time and jumped onto the campus lawn, avoiding injury.

A young man stepped out of the car. His long hair flowed in the wind, his face handsome but filled with arrogance.

"Hey, idiot! Why did you block my way?! Look, my car's dented because of your junk motorcycle!" he sneered, pointing at his damaged bumper.

He didn't even care about Davis's condition.

"Pay up. I don't care how—you must compensate me!" he demanded arrogantly.

Davis shook his head, baffled by the entitlement of the rich. Just because they had money, they thought they could do whatever they wanted.

Without responding, Davis walked toward his fallen motorcycle and lifted it.

Seeing this, the rich young man grew even angrier. Veins bulged on his forehead as his rage boiled over.

"I'm talking to you, loser!" he yelled before swinging a punch toward Davis's head.

But he had no idea who he was dealing with.

As soon as Davis heard the rapid footsteps approaching, his instincts kicked in. With a slight shift of his right foot backward, he released his grip on the motorcycle and blocked the punch with his left hand.

BUGH!

Davis immediately retaliated with a swift kick to the arrogant young man's left waist.

Ughh...!

The guy was sent flying, hovering mid-air for two seconds before crashing hard onto the ground.

The onlookers were stunned. They had expected the bespectacled newcomer to be the victim, but it was the rich brat who got wrecked.

Clutching his aching waist, the young man glared at Davis with burning hatred.

"You'll regret this!" he hissed, quickly pulling out his phone for backup.

Davis simply scoffed. "Don't be arrogant. Just because I stay silent doesn't mean I'm afraid," he said casually, dusting off his pants before lifting his motorcycle again.

From a distance, a young woman suddenly ran toward him, slightly out of breath.

"That was amazing! I admire your courage," she said, her eyes shining with admiration.

Davis turned and was shocked to see who it was.

"Aisya? You study here?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah… I'm in the Public Health specialization," Aisya replied before, without hesitation, helping Davis push his damaged motorcycle toward a nearby workshop.

The bystanders watching the scene were even more astonished.

Aisya, the senior beauty from the medical faculty, was casually chatting with a nobody?

Not just that, she even volunteered to help push his broken motorcycle?

Everyone knew Aisya was notoriously cold toward men. So far, no guy had ever succeeded in getting close to her.

And yet, this newcomer had managed to grab her attention so effortlessly.

It didn't take long before someone snapped a picture and posted it online.

Within moments, the comments section exploded with mixed reactions. Some praised Davis, while others insulted him.

As always, where there is light, there is also darkness.

No matter when or where...