Urban LitRPG System-Chapter 104: Start of the Day. (Updated)

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Max didn’t try to peek at her screen at all. Instead, he simply stood there quietly for a moment, watching her side profile while she worked. There was something oddly charming about the way she looked when she was focused — her posture straight, eyes fixed on the screen, fingers moving steadily across the keyboard as if the rest of the world had disappeared for a moment.

The soft morning light from the window fell across her face, making her look unexpectedly gentle for someone who was technically a terminator-class machine.

How can a terminator-class robot not know I’m standing right here?

The thought crossed Max’s mind with mild disbelief. She was built to perceive things far more precisely than a human, yet she hadn’t reacted to his presence at all. For a brief second he even wondered if she had truly been that absorbed in whatever she was doing.

Only when Max finally took a step forward did Machina react, her response was instant, the laptop screen snapped shut in one quick motion. She turned toward him immediately, her expression shifting so fast it was almost suspicious — a bright smile appearing on her face that looked a little too fake.

She sat there with that polite, innocent expression like a kitten that had just knocked something off the table and was pretending nothing had happened.

" Hi. "

Machina said softly, her voice suddenly carrying a sweetness that felt almost suspicious — light, smooth, and sweeter than honey.

Max stopped for a moment, his eyebrows lowered slightly and his eyes narrowed as he looked at her. For a brief second he had fully intended to question her — to ask what she had been doing so intently that she closed the laptop like that the moment he stepped closer.

If he wanted to, he could easily ask and she would have to answer. The system had bound her to him after all but that thought only stayed in his mind for a moment.

Max exhaled quietly and let it go, even if Machina had come into his life through the system, he had already made one decision the day she arrived — she would live like a normal person. Not like a machine waiting for orders, not like something that had to explain every little action and having small secrets... was part of being normal.

So instead of questioning her, Max simply relaxed his expression.

" Hello. "

He replied calmly, a faint smile appearing on his face as if the moment had never carried any tension at all.

Machina stood up from the chair the moment he finished speaking. She walked toward him without hesitation, her steps light and quiet across the floor.

Before Max could even ask what she was doing, she rose slightly on her toes and leaned closer, her hand briefly touching his shoulder for balance as her soft lips pressed gently against his cheek.

The kiss was warm and lingering for a second longer than a casual gesture, carrying a quiet affection that felt both natural and intentional. When she pulled back, a faint smile remained on her face as if she had simply done something obvious.

" What was that for? "

Max asked with a smile on his face, still feeling the warmth of the kiss on his cheek. He wasn’t exactly sure what had prompted it, but it felt good, natural even, like something simple between them.

" Nothing, can’t I kiss you? "

Machina replied lightly, tilting her head a little as if the answer should have been obvious.

" Of course you can. I’m leaving for the university classes, see you in the evening. "

Max said with an easy smile. Before turning to leave, he leaned slightly toward her and gave her a brief kiss on the lips, soft and quick, more like a quiet promise than anything intense.

Then he stepped back, taking his helmet with one hand while grabbing one of his phones from the table. The Magic 11 Pro was still lying on the charger with barely any battery earlier, so he left it behind and took the other phone instead.

With that, Max headed toward the door, helmet in hand, already shifting his mind toward the day waiting for him at the university.

System, show me the total panel of my skills, items, and passives.

Max stepped into the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator. The building was quiet in the morning, the sound of his footsteps echoing lightly as he moved down the concrete steps with his helmet hanging from one hand and his backpack resting over his shoulder.

While descending the stairs, he decided to finally check the system properly. It had been a while since he reviewed everything he had accumulated — the missions, the rewards, the upgrades that had quietly reshaped his life over the past weeks.

A faint shimmer appeared in front of him, the familiar translucent interface unfolded in the air, clean and structured like a digital status board that only he could see.

<Skills>

[Locksmith (God Tier): Touch to unlock any lock on Earth.]

[Driver (God Tier): Drive any land vehicle flawlessly.]

[Heavyweight imprint (Level 1): Tom Aspinall’s combat experience and movement memory. (Slot: 1/1) (Progress: 75%)]

<Items>

[Palladium Credit Card (Elite Tier): All the illicit assets in the 3-kilometer radius will convert to legal assets for the holder.] [Press on the ground to activate.]

[Angel Machina 12 (Transcendent Archangel Frame Model): A dual-form Angelic Machina bodyguard unit capable of operating in both a fully human biological form and a mechanical combat form.]

[19 Day-to-Day Land Driving Licenses (Item): All land permits. Officially registered in German and international records. Always auto-renewed by the System.]

<Passive>

[Length is a journey. Thickness is a destination(Passive): Your manhood has been perfectly calibrated. Length, performance, and control have been fully optimized.] (Permanent)

[Body Calibration.(Passive): Your body has been perfectly updated, calibrated and optimized to do heavy weight athletics of any kind.] (Permanent)

[Charisma +30. (Passive): Ten status point has been added to your charisma. Human Limit: 100 | Current: 76] (Permanent)

[20/1 Vision (Passive): You see twenty times better, clearer, and further than a normal human.] (Permanent)

[Accelerated Learning (Passive): You understand, memorize, and recall information many times faster than a normal human.] (Permanent)

Damn... nice. I am becoming inhuman slowly.

Max smirked to himself while walking down the stairwell, the system panel fading away quietly as he finished reviewing it. The building was calm in the late morning, the usual faint echo of footsteps and distant doors opening somewhere in the upper floors. By the time he reached the last half-flight of stairs before the ground floor, he didn’t bother walking the remaining steps.

He simply jumped, his body dropped smoothly from the last few stairs, landing lightly on the ground floor like it was nothing. With his current fitness and balance the movement felt completely natural, almost effortless but unfortunately, someone else was using the staircase at that exact moment.

An old neighbor from the first floor had been slowly making his way down the stairs, gripping the handrail carefully as he took each step one by one. The poor man nearly had a heart attack when a tall young man suddenly dropped from the air in front of him like some action movie character.

" JESUS CHRIST! "

The old man grabbed the railing with both hands, his eyes wide as if he had just witnessed someone fall from the ceiling, Max froze for half a second, then he immediately raised his hands in apology.

" Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t see you there. "

The old man stared at him for a moment, breathing heavily while trying to recover from the sudden shock.

" Young man... you’re trying to kill an old person? "

Max scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a sheepish smile forming on his face.

" Definitely not my plan today. I promise. "

The old man shook his head slowly, still muttering under his breath while gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

" People these days... jumping down stairs like sigh... "

Max gave him one more apologetic nod before stepping aside respectfully so the old man could continue his careful descent without any more heart attacks.

" Fuck... hehe. "

Max muttered under his breath as he walked out of the building and toward the parking area. The morning air was crisp, the sunlight falling clean across the row of parked vehicles. His eyes naturally went straight to his bike the moment he stepped outside.

It almost looked brand new, Mr. Linn had clearly done a perfect job with the service. The machine stood there like a piece of art — freshly tuned, balanced, and fitted with a new pair of tires that still had that faint untouched texture on the surface.

It looks so cool.

The Superleggera V4 looked absolutely gorgeous under the morning light. The deep racing red bodywork reflected the sun like polished glass, every sharp aerodynamic curve designed with precision.

The exposed carbon fiber panels blended beautifully with the red frame, giving the bike a raw mechanical elegance that made it look more like a race machine than something meant for normal streets.

The gold Öhlins suspension glimmered subtly beneath the fairing, while the lightweight forged wheels and massive brakes hinted at the kind of brutal performance the machine could deliver. Even standing still, the bike carried an aggressive presence — low, sharp, and perfectly balanced, like a predator waiting to be unleashed.

Max couldn’t help but admire it for a moment before reaching for his helmet. He picked up the matte black AGV helmet, the sharp aerodynamic shell catching the sunlight for a brief second before he slid it over his head. The visor clicked down with a clean mechanical sound as he tightened the strap under his chin.