He waited for his cooldown to end, which was about at 11pm in the evening. His mother and little sister were already there but despite having the urge to treat them for a meal, he controlled himself.

The reason? Well, they would grow suspicious. One day he was robbed and taken to hospital, and a day later he earned 90k for flipping a phone?

Not to mention, his mother was fully aware of his financial situation.

She knew exactly how much savings he had.

Which was basically none.

So suddenly acting rich overnight would only raise questions he could not answer yet.

Especially from Theresa.

His mother might not be highly educated financially, but she was not stupid.

People who lived through poverty their entire lives developed sharp instincts when it came to money.

If Richard suddenly started buying expensive food, appliances, or gifts, she would immediately ask where everything came from.

And what exactly was he supposed to answer?

"Oh, I gained a reality-bending reconstruction system after getting hit in the head by robbers."

Yeah.

That definitely would not end well.

So instead, Richard forced himself to act normal the entire evening.

Painfully normal.

At dinner, they ate simple adobo leftovers from the carinderia where Theresa worked.

Angela talked about school gossip.

Theresa talked about rising rice prices again.

Meanwhile Richard quietly ate while internally counting the hours until the system cooldown ended.

Honestly?

It felt strangely difficult pretending nothing changed.

Because everything already changed.

He was no longer trapped anymore.

For the first time in years, he could actually see a future ahead of him.

A real one.

Not just endless survival.

Eventually, around ten-thirty in the evening, Theresa finally stood up tiredly.

"I’m sleeping already," she muttered while rubbing her shoulders.

Angela yawned afterward too.

"Me too."

Richard nodded casually.

"Goodnight."

Several minutes later, silence slowly filled the tiny house.

Only the sound of the electric fan and distant karaoke from nearby alleys remained.

Typical Happyland atmosphere.

Somewhere outside, drunk men were still laughing loudly.

A motorcycle passed through the narrow streets.

Dogs barked in the distance.

Richard quietly waited inside his room while staring at the floating cooldown timer before his vision.

[Reconstruction Availability:

00:07:12]

He slowly exhaled.

Almost there.

[Ding!]

[Daily Reconstruction Capacity Restored.]

[Current Capacity:

1/1]

Richard immediately sat upright properly.

His heartbeat unconsciously accelerated.

Even after seeing the system earlier, this still felt insane.

He slowly grabbed the old watch carefully afterward.

Then focused mentally on it.

The familiar holographic screen immediately appeared.

[Ding!]

[Target Detected.]

[Object: Generic Quartz Wristwatch With Box]

[Dimensions: 42mm × 11mm]

[Weight: 84 grams]

[Condition: Severely Worn]

Richard swallowed slightly afterward.

Even now, seeing the floating holographic screen still felt absurd to him.

Like something straight out of those webnovels he used to read during jeepney rides home from Divisoria.

Except this time?

This was real.

"Okay, let’s do this."

He began. "Reconstruct into a Rolex Submariner with complete box and certifications."

For a second, nothing happened. Then suddenly...

The old watch emitted a faint blue glow.

At the same time, the worn watch box beside it also began glowing softly.

Richard’s eyes widened slightly.

"It works on both..."

Tiny blue particles immediately spread across the watch and the box simultaneously.

The transformation started almost instantly afterward.

The old quartz watch physically began reshaping itself.

The cheap metal casing compressed inward before reconstructing into smoother polished stainless steel.

The faded strap dissolved completely.

In its place, solid steel bracelet links rapidly formed one by one with precise mechanical clicks.

The scratched glass thickened and became crystal clear.

Sapphire crystal.

The cheap dial underneath completely changed too.

The generic branding vanished.

Then slowly, a deep black Rolex dial emerged beneath the crystal.

The crown logo formed sharply at the twelve o’clock position.

The rotating bezel reconstructed itself afterward with clean engraved minute markers.

Even the movement sound changed.

The old quartz ticking disappeared entirely.

Instead, a smooth sweeping mechanical sound quietly echoed from inside the reconstructed watch.

Richard unconsciously leaned closer while staring.

"What the hell..."

Then his attention immediately shifted toward the box.

The transformation there honestly looked even crazier.

The peeling fake leather exterior slowly repaired itself before reconstructing into a dark green luxury presentation box.

The faded interior cushion reshaped into cream-colored velvet.

Gold Rolex crown logos slowly embossed themselves onto the lid.

The cheap hinges physically transformed into polished metallic hardware.

Then suddenly, several sheets of paper began materializing inside the box itself.

Richard’s eyes widened further.

Warranty card.

Authentication booklet.

Manuals.

Green certification tags.

Even a white serial sticker slowly formed near the inner compartment.

The system literally reconstructed the entire ownership package.

The reconstruction completed.

[Ding!]

[Reconstruction Successful.]

[Current Daily Reconstruction Capacity: 0/1]

Richard stared blankly at the completed set resting on the table.

Holy shit.

It looked real.

Not "looks expensive" real.

Actually real.

Then he slowly opened the reconstructed box.

Inside sat the Rolex perfectly centered on the cream velvet cushion.

Beside it were the warranty card, manuals, and certification papers.

Even the serial numbers matched.

Richard immediately grabbed his phone afterward and searched for authentic Rolex Submariner packaging online.

Then compared them side by side carefully.

His heartbeat slowly accelerated.

Everything matched almost perfectly.

The fonts.

The tags.

The warranty card layout.

Even the tiny details printed inside the manuals looked authentic.

"That’s insane..."

He muttered quietly.

Then he froze slightly afterward.

Because the warranty card actually contained a purchase date.

A dealer code.

And a serial number matching the watch itself.

Okay, that was as real as it can get.

Now, how much should he sell this for?

Richard immediately grabbed his phone afterward and began searching online again.

"Rolex Submariner price Philippines."

"Secondhand Rolex Submariner market price."

"Rolex Submariner with complete box and papers."

The more listings he opened, the more absurd the luxury watch market became.

Some people sold them for six hundred thousand pesos.

Others reached nearly a million depending on the model and condition.

And that was secondhand.

Apparently the watch he reconstructed resembled a Rolex Submariner Date.

One of the most recognizable luxury watches in existence.

Especially among businessmen and wealthy professionals.

Some listings in the Philippines reached around:

₱650,000

₱720,000

₱800,000

And those already included box and papers.

Richard slowly leaned back against his chair afterward.

Then immediately shook his head.

"No way."

Selling something worth nearly a million pesos right away?

That sounded suicidal.

Especially for someone like him.

A random twenty-two-year-old former cellphone technician from Tondo suddenly appearing with a Rolex?

That screamed suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Even if the watch itself was flawless.

So instead of greed, Richard forced himself to think logically.

The goal right now was not maximizing every single peso.

The goal was:

Fast sale.

Low suspicion.

Safe transaction.

He continued browsing Rolex forums and buy-and-sell groups afterward.

Then he noticed something important.

A lot of luxury watch buyers loved "rush sales."

People selling expensive watches slightly below market value for quick cash.

Usually businessmen needing liquidity.

Or collectors rotating inventory quickly.

That gave Richard an idea immediately.

If the real market price was around seven hundred thousand...

Then maybe he could safely flip this for around six hundred to five hundred thousand pesos instead.

Still absurdly huge money.

But believable enough to attract serious buyers quickly.

And more importantly, buyers would think they were the ones getting the amazing deal.

Richard slowly nodded to himself afterward.

"Okay..."

That sounded smarter.

Then came the next problem.

Where the hell was he supposed to sell this?

Definitely not Facebook Marketplace publicly.

Richard immediately searched again afterward.

"How people safely sell Rolex."

Almost every answer repeated the same thing.

Face-to-face transactions.

Public locations.

Luxury cafés.

Malls.

Authorized watch stores.

Richard quietly absorbed everything carefully.

Then another realization entered his mind.

Unlike phones, this was not something he could casually hand over inside Jollibee anymore.

This was luxury territory now.

The buyers themselves would probably arrive wearing expensive clothes, luxury watches, maybe even bodyguards.

And honestly?

Richard himself still looked poor.

Old shirt, cheap shorts, worn slippers.

The contrast alone might already make buyers suspicious.

He quietly rubbed his face afterward.

"Damn..."

Then another idea suddenly entered his head.

Greenhills.

Richard’s eyes slightly narrowed afterward.

Greenhills Shopping Center was famous for luxury watches, gadgets, jewelry, and secondhand markets.

A lot of rich buyers went there specifically looking for watches.

And more importantly—

Cash transactions there were normal.

Luxury watch resellers existed everywhere inside those malls.

Meaning if he sold slightly below market price, somebody would definitely bite quickly.

Richard immediately opened Facebook again afterward.

Then searched luxury watch groups.

Thousands of members.

Collectors.

Resellers.

Businessmen.

Then he quietly took several photos of the reconstructed Rolex using his phone.

The photos honestly looked beautiful.

The watch itself practically photographed like an advertisement already.

Then he stopped himself before posting.

No.

Too risky.

Instead, Richard decided something else.

Tomorrow...

He would personally go to Greenhills first.

Observe.

Ask around.

Learn the market properly.

Maybe even test reactions from watch stores without immediately selling.

"Okay, that’s a plan."