The system responded with surprise:
"Host, why are you not choosing your gift now?"
Solomon replied calmly, "I'm not ready yet. I feel hungry."
With that, he walked out of the dark corner, hands in his pockets. He stepped out onto the road. Now, he had to wait for a taxi. He had no other means of transportation available.
He pulled out his phone and called for a ride service. After about thirty minutes of waiting, one finally arrived. Solomon got into the car.
The driver glanced at Solomon's school uniform. It looked clean and well-kept, and in the driver's mind, Solomon didn't seem like someone who would usually take a budget ride. .
Solomon had changed into a school uniform for some reason.
'Maybe he was from a higher class… or maybe he was just pretending to be rich,' all came the thought of the urban driver
"Take me to the D-Class District," Solomon said.
The driver's eyes widened slightly. He looked at Solomon, puzzled. Why would someone who looks like they belong to a wealthy class want to go to the D-Class District? What business could he have there? Could he actually be one of the poor kids, pretending to be rich?
With those thoughts racing through his mind, the driver glanced at Solomon with a smirk in his eyes and simply said, "Get in," his voice now carried sneer, no bit of respect in it.
Solomon noticed the driver's reaction but didn't say anything. His eyes lingered on the man's face for a moment before looking away. Then, the urban began to move, driving Solomon toward the D-Class Area.
When the urban dropped Solomon off, he walked into the street of the D-Class District. Most of the neighbors around were already outside, some lounging, some just watching.
An aunty from the neighborhood approached him. She was a plump woman—not ugly, just full-figured—with dark hair tied into two buns. She looked at Solomon with a teasing smile.
"Solomon, you look rich these days, huh? You can even take an urban now. When did you cash out and get so wealthy? You couldn't even share your blessings with your neighbors? You should've let us celebrate with you!"
Solomon looked at the woman. He knew she didn't mean harm—just another nosy voice in the D-Class, like everyone else. He didn't blame her. It was how they all were.
He responded with just one line:
"Aunty, one day I'll give you something."
The woman's eyes widened. "Really? You're going to give me something?"
Solomon nodded. "Yes."
Then, without another word, he walked off, hands in his pockets, and headed into his household.
"Solomon dear, you're back from school so late. What happened? Is everything alright?"
The first person he saw when he arrived was his grandmother. She was sitting on an old, worn-out chair with her legs crossed, blowing on some rice. The sun was harsh, and even the shade she sat under couldn't fully shield her.
They lived in a simple concrete house—functional, but far from modern.
Solomon walked over to her, took her hand gently, and kissed it.
"Good evening, Grandma," he greeted her.
His grandmother nodded, and Solomon immediately asked, "Where is Yuvia? Where's Laura? Everyone?"
His grandmother replied, "Yuvia and Laura went to the market. Your Aunt Clara isn't around either—she went to take care of some business."
Solomon nodded silently. After a brief pause, he asked, "Grandma, what shall I eat today? I'm really hungry."
He let out a deep, tired yawn.
His grandmother smiled gently and said, "Your food is already made. It's covered in a warm box for you in the kitchen."
"Thanks," Solomon replied with a nod.
He walked into the house and headed to the kitchen. He found the food box, he uncovered it, and sat down to eat. Right now, his priority was filling his stomach.
Only after that could he start thinking about anything related to the system.
He kept wondering about the system's Blind Box. What could possibly be the outcome? What mattered was, should he use it to open the Blind Box? Was he lucky or unlucky?
Thinking about this, Solomon finished the last bite of his food, cleaned up by taking away the dishes, then sat down on his bed with his legs crossed.
He summoned the Blind Boxes—three packages—which appeared floating in the air before him. The same colors, the same blue and red glow.
Solomon looked at the box in the middle, his finger hovering just above it. Then he glanced at the one on the left and the one on the right.
Finally, deciding, he moved his finger just above the Blind Box that was at…