Urban System in America-Chapter 84 - 83: A Genius?

Next day, Rex woke up around 6 a.m., just like usual, his body feeling fresh, free from the exhaustion of last night’s intense studies and research.

Still a bit groggy, his fingers lazily fumbled for his phone resting on the bedside table. As he tilted the screen toward himself to check the time, his half-lidded eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the date displayed.

His brain stalled.

A second later, his drowsiness evaporated like mist under the sun.

He shot up from the bed like a spring-loaded toy, blinking furiously, wiping at his eyes like he could somehow erase what he saw. His heart skipped a beat. He leaned in again, staring intently at the tiny screen.

His mouth fell open in disbelief.

Today was Saturday.

For a long moment, he simply sat there, stunned. Then, a wave of embarrassment hit him.

The stock exchanges were closed today.

He stared at his reflection in the black phone screen.

"Seriously?" he muttered.

He felt like slapping himself hard. After days of burying himself in charts, news, and order books, he’d lost track of the actual calendar. How could he have forgotten something so basic?

Forgetting something so basic was an ultimate rookie mistake—maybe something even a rookie wouldn’t make.

Rex slumped back onto the bed, a hand over his eyes, groaning softly.

Seriously, how could he forget that stock exchanges are closed on weekends?

He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, feeling both embarrassed and weirdly relieved.

All his carefully detailed planning for today... was definitely out the window.

After lying in self-mockery for a few minutes, he sighed and opened the system interface out of habit, scrolling back through the information logs.

Going through the stock information rewards, he noticed something he hadn’t picked up on before: the system quietly skipped over weekends.

There was no "Closed" written anywhere—just a seamless jump from Friday to Monday.

He realized the system must’ve assumed he already knew about trading calendars.

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at himself.

After a few minutes of mentally cursing himself, he sat up, hands dangling between his knees. After the initial panic had faded, he calmed down and reevaluated his plan.

Yes, the market being closed threw off his schedule slightly, but overall, nothing major changed. His plan wasn’t shattered.

He just needed to adapt.

Taking a deep breath, he thought it through.

Two extra days.

He had gained two whole extra days—time he could use to further polish and refine his upcoming strategy.

Thinking it through, the situation actually made perfect sense now.

His opponents—or collaborators, depending on how he looked at it—would likely start seriously building their positions Monday, when the market reopened in a burst of pent-up energy.

Saturday and Sunday were dead zones in trading—but they were gold for preparation.

He now had two precious days to refine his setups, rehearse his reactions, and prepare backup plans.

The opposing side had intentionally chosen to start probing before the weekend—when trading volumes tended to spike, offering excellent camouflage for test trades.

Then, they would go full throttle on Monday, when the markets reopened and volatility soared after the weekend pause. A classic tactic.

And honestly... it had been part of Rex’s own plan too.

Now, he just needed to utilize this unexpected breathing room wisely.

Sitting in bed, deep in thought, Rex slowly pieced everything together. Thirty minutes later, he had decided on how to navigate it.

And a slow, confident smile curled across his face.

Anyway, if he couldn’t trade today, he would just sharpen his blade for the war to come.

Stretching his arms lazily, Rex got up and walked to the window. The morning breeze flowed in, cool and refreshing against his skin. After savoring it for a moment, he turned back inside and geared up for his morning exercise.

When he went down the stairs, sure enough, Victor and Kaelan were already waiting for him.

"Morning," Rex greeted them, slightly sheepish, scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry for being late."

It was the first time in the past few days that he had been late.

Victor waved him off with a chuckle, and Kaelan also didn’t say anything.

Without another word, the three of them set off at a steady jog toward the nearby park, Victor and Kaelan maintaining their usual distance while keeping an eye on the surroundings.

It was early, and the streets were still relatively empty except for a few joggers and elderly people walking dogs.

Today, Rex felt strangely more energetic.

Thinking about it, he understood that it might be the effect of the endurance potion he had taken yesterday. It had noticeably enhanced his stamina, but due to being in university, he hadn’t had a proper chance to test it out.

So, to test it properly, he decided to push himself harder. He subtly upped the pace, weaving in more advanced running techniques Kaelan had taught him during their exercises.

And he started running faster and longer than he ever had before. At first, he expected to burn out within minutes, but to his surprise, he maintained a steady pace easily. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

It didn’t escape the two bodyguards’ sharp eyes.

Victor and Kaelan exchanged glances behind his back, both silently impressed.

As they reached the park, Rex began his usual training, which he breezed through.

"Huh," Kaelan muttered, shooting Rex a sideways glance. "You’re keeping up pretty well today."

Rex shrugged with a small smile. "Used to be athletic in school. I slacked off for a while due to... personal stuff. Guess the muscle memory is kicking back in."

Half-truths, half-lies—but believable enough.

Victor and Kaelan exchanged glances. Both of them nodded, half-believing, because the stamina Rex was showing now wasn’t simply getting back in form—it was much more, almost to the level of a trained soldier.

But they didn’t ask or say anything and attributed it to his natural genetics or talents, as they had seen people who could compete with those who trained for decades with just a couple of years of training. Thinking this, Kaelan got excited—he didn’t expect to meet a genius like this.

Kaelan, with his curiosity piqued, stepped forward and casually suggested,

"Want to try something harder today?"

Rex, even though his chest was heaving by now, smiled and nodded.

Kaelan didn’t hold back.

He began teaching him more advanced exercises—ones borrowed straight from military training regimens.

Push-ups, pull-ups, sprints, and dynamic planks... Rex gritted his teeth and powered through.

But as Kaelan slowly escalated the difficulty, incorporating exercises focused on explosive power and stamina, Rex began to feel it.

Sweat trickled into his eyes, blurring his vision. His lungs literally burned, and his muscles screamed.

Yet he didn’t say a word.

He just kept going, jaw clenched, forcing his body to move.

After nearly an hour of grueling exercise, Kaelan finally called it off.

Rex immediately collapsed onto the grassy field, sprawled out like a puppet with its strings cut.

Kaelan grinned silently, sharing a glance with Victor. They didn’t say anything, but the message was clear:

This kid has something.

Before it was just a guess, but now, it was verified—he was indeed someone gifted.

(End of Chapter)