Adrian sat there with the bundle of cash. He immediately stowed it in his bag while the system prompted.

[Congratulations on your first transaction!]

[Current Profit Quota: ₱95,000 / ₱5,000,000]

Richard stared at the floating blue screen silently.

Ninety-five thousand pesos.

Just like that.

He genuinely earned almost a hundred thousand pesos in less than twenty-four hours.

Not from gambling.

Not from crypto.

Not from illegal work.

But from reconstructing trash into something valuable.

The thought still felt surreal. And it was his first time holding such money.

Adrian suddenly chuckled afterward while standing up from his seat.

Now, he felt he deserved a treat. And since he was in Jollibee, he figured he could buy himself a meal.

So without overthinking it anymore, Richard stood up and walked toward the counter.

The bright menu boards glowed overhead while employees moved quickly behind the kitchen area.

"Next customer please!"

Richard stepped forward afterward.

The cashier smiled politely.

"Good afternoon, sir. What would you like to order?"

Richard looked up at the menu briefly.

Then quietly answered:

"One-piece Chickenjoy with fries and Coke."

"Regular or large fries, sir?"

Richard hesitated for a second.

Normally, he would immediately choose the cheapest option without thinking.

That habit had already been burned into him for years.

"...Large."

The cashier typed quickly afterward.

"Anything else?"

Richard almost added no immediately out of instinct.

Then he stopped himself.

"No. That’s all."

A few minutes later, he returned to his table carrying the tray carefully. It was a very simple dish.

Yet as ridiculous as it sounded...

This honestly felt luxurious to him.

Because growing up, meals like this were never normal in their family.

Fast food was reserved for special occasions.

Birthdays.

Graduations.

Or those rare moments when life became slightly kinder for a while.

And sometimes?

Even those occasions still passed without it.

Richard slowly sat down before staring quietly at the tray in front of him.

The crispy chicken smelled good.

The fries were freshly cooked.

Cold droplets slid down the side of the Coke cup.

Everything looked so ordinary.

Yet his chest suddenly tightened slightly.

Because he remembered something.

Back when he was younger, Angela used to get excited whenever their mother brought them to Jollibee.

Not because of the toys.

Not because of the mascots.

But simply because it meant they were eating something "special" that day.

Richard slowly picked up one fry afterward.

Then another.

Then eventually he began eating quietly.

And somewhere in the middle of it...

He suddenly realized tears were slowly trickling down his face.

Richard quickly lowered his head slightly.

"...Fuck."

He laughed weakly under his breath afterward while wiping his eyes discreetly.

People around him probably would not understand.

To others, this was just cheap fast food.

But for him?

This meal represented something far bigger.

He finished the meal in just under ten minutes and after that, he browsed through the internet using his phone.

There was money to be made by flipping things.

A lot of money.

And now that he had the reconstruction system, Richard needed to think carefully about what products actually sold fast while maintaining high profit margins.

He immediately opened Facebook Marketplace first.

Then Carousell.

Then several gadget buy-and-sell groups afterward.

Richard quietly scrolled through listing after listing while his thoughts rapidly analyzed everything.

Broken iPhones.

Secondhand gaming laptops.

Defective cameras.

Old watches.

"Rush sale."

"Need funds ASAP."

"Deadboot."

"LCD issue."

"Water damaged."

His eyes slowly sharpened.

Opportunities were literally everywhere.

Especially in electronics.

Because once gadgets became damaged enough, most people sold them ridiculously cheap just to recover some money quickly.

Meanwhile for Richard?

Damage no longer mattered.

A dead phone could become a flagship.

A damaged laptop could probably become premium.

Hell, even junk electronics might still be reconstructable.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying the system became.

Then Richard suddenly paused after seeing one particular listing.

"Gaming Laptop. No display. Rush sale."

Price:

₱7,500

Richard immediately clicked the post.

The laptop looked rough externally.

Scratches everywhere.

Missing screws.

Dust buildup near the vents.

Seller claimed the motherboard probably died already.

To ordinary buyers, the thing practically looked like electronic garbage.

But Richard’s heartbeat slightly accelerated.

Because even old gaming laptops still sold for decent prices if repaired properly.

Especially if reconstructed.

Richard immediately checked the model.

RTX graphics card.

144Hz display.

High-end processor.

What if he could reconstruct it into a much more expensive gaming laptop? Like with the price of upward to hundreds of thousand. Perhaps he could easily reach the quota. Well that’s a thought for later as he continued browsing.

Then he continued scrolling again.

This time, his eyes landed on another category.

Luxury watches.

Brands like Rolex, Omega, and Tag Heuer.

Richard quietly stared at the listings while scrolling.

Even secondhand luxury watches sold for absurd amounts of money.

One Rolex alone could cost more than a brand-new motorcycle.

Some even reached millions depending on the model.

It honestly felt ridiculous to him.

A watch told time.

That was it.

Yet rich people willingly spent insane amounts for them.

Still...

Richard was not about to complain about rich people spending habits.

Not when he could potentially profit from them.

Then suddenly, another idea entered his mind.

His scrolling slowed afterward.

"...Wait."

Richard blinked slightly.

Why was he only thinking about repairing damaged luxury watches?

Couldn’t he simply buy cheap fake watches instead...

Then reconstruct them into genuine Rolex watches?

The moment that thought appeared, Richard’s heartbeat immediately accelerated.

Holy shit.

That actually sounded possible.

After all, the system already transformed a Vivo phone into an iPhone.

So transforming a fake watch into a real Rolex should theoretically work too.

And unlike phones?

Most fake watches already physically resembled the originals anyway.

Okay aside from watches, what else could he profit from?

Jewelry.

Richard’s scrolling immediately slowed afterward.

Gold chains.

Diamond rings.

Bracelets.

Luxury necklaces.

Even broken pieces of jewelry still sold for surprisingly high amounts online.

Some listings were even marked as "pawned item" or "rush sale."

Richard quietly stared at the prices while his thoughts rapidly calculated possibilities.

A damaged gold necklace could still cost tens of thousands.

Diamond rings?

Even more ridiculous.

Especially branded luxury jewelry.

And unlike electronics, jewelry had one massive advantage.

Materials themselves already carried value.

Gold was gold.

Diamonds were diamonds.

Meaning even if designs changed, the reconstructed item would still naturally hold expensive raw materials.

Richard’s heartbeat slowly accelerated again.

Then another thought suddenly entered his mind.

Could the system purify materials too?

For example, A cheap low-grade diamond reconstructed into a flawless large diamond.

Or low-purity gold reconstructed into higher purity gold.

The more he thought about it, the more absurd the system became.

Then Richard suddenly searched for diamond prices.

A few minutes later, his eyes widened slightly.

"...What the hell?"

Some diamonds cost millions.

Millions.

For tiny shiny rocks.

But of course, this would be difficult to sell.

Jewelry was different from phones.

And luxury watches?

Didn’t those things come with certificates, serial numbers, official boxes, receipts, and all sorts of authenticity papers?

Richard quietly rubbed his chin while thinking deeply.

Because unlike phones, rich people buying luxury items were paranoid as hell about authenticity. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Especially Rolex watches and diamonds.

Collectors inspected everything.

Serial engravings.

Movement numbers.

Certificates.

Purchase history.

Even microscopic details.

One mistake and people would immediately assume the item was fake.

Richard slowly leaned back against the chair afterward.

Then another thought suddenly entered his mind.

"...Wait."

What if the system reconstructed those too?

After all, when he transformed the Vivo into an iPhone, the phone somehow already had legitimate-looking serial information and software records.

Meaning the reconstruction was not merely physical.

The system literally reconstructed identity itself.

That realization honestly felt terrifying.

Could it create official-looking certificates too?

Boxes?

Receipts?

Authentication details?

If yes...

Then the system was honestly beyond ridiculous at this point.

No wonder it was called Divine-Grade.

"Okay, I’ll experiment later when I can reconstruct again."

He wondered what he would sell next. A phone? Wait, isn’t Adrian, his customer earlier, in the business of buy and sell? What if he could just sell the things he reconstructed to him? He looks loaded after all.

So another cellphone? Well perhaps he could buy a laptop. But again, he wanted to reach the quota fast so that his system would level up, allowing him for more reconstruction per day and an increase in dimension limits.

There’s only one product that would get him the fastest results.

Jewelry.