Solar_Exile

Richard Santamo, a Jobless, idling bystander, stumbles upon a mysterious blue panel that grants him access to advanced technology and skills beyond human comprehension. With the power to shape his destiny, he must navigate his newfound abilities while balancing everyday life, friendships, and his mother’s expectations. As he sets his sights on business, innovation, and self-improvement, Richard quickly realizes that knowledge and power come at a cost. Will he rise above his humble beginnings, or will the weight of his ambitions pull him under?



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From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth

Richard didn't turn around. Just let the words hang in the air.

Mario exhaled. The sound came out ragged, tired. Like it hurt just to say it.

Mario was slumped forward in the chair now. Less defiant. Less hostile. Just… hollow.

"I don't sleep much," Mario muttered. "Even before all this. Every night, it's the same dreams. My little brother crying because he wants more rice. My mother skipping meals so we can eat. My dad—when he was still around—cursing the radio because all the politicians sound the same."

He didn't look up. Just kept talking like the words had waited too long to come out.

"I didn't become this because I hated the world. I just stopped believing it would change."

Richard finally stepped closer, hands in his pockets.

Chapter 65: Mystiques