I Have Infinite Systems In The Immortal World

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It was another hectic day for Adams Smith, popularly known as Crazy Psycho, as he alighted from the cab that had brought him home from work. He took out his wallet to pay the cab driver and discovered there were only ten dollars left in there.

He remembers that the cab driver had earlier stated that his fee was eight dollars. Adams sighs… Reluctantly, he took out the money and handed it to the cab driver. The minutes he waited for the cab driver to give him his change felt like hours to him.

Adams felt impatient, as that was the last money he had left—two dollars. It couldn't even afford him Western bread and soy milk for breakfast, but he still wanted to keep it.

Tired after receiving the two dollars remaining fee, Adams strides down the street. The skyscraper building with forty-five floors in front of him is the complex where he lives.

Adams got into the elevator and pressed the thirtieth floor. He could feel the mocking gaze burning behind him. It felt like their eyes could bore a hole into his sandy Ridgid skin. Everyone knew him to be a loser and a nobody.

He had made no progress in life, and that made him lose almost everyone around him except for his lovely Samantha, his fiancee, to whom he had been engaged for five years. Samantha has been the only one who has stood by him, assisting him through the harsh face of life.

The thought of the blonde-haired lady with eight curvy figures, alluring natural leaf green eyes with bright skin brought a dazzling smile to his face.

The elevator door drew open at the thirtieth floor, and he sauntered out, their shameful gazes still lurking around his disappearing silhouette.

"Ooh, if not our crazy psycho, who else will walk on the marble floor with mud-filled boots?"

He hears a lady say: He stares at her with his side eye and stylishly looks down at his boot. Indeed, they were covered in mud, and he didn't realize it.

Adams clasped his palm and paid deaf ears to her words. He is just a few flats away from his home, where he and his darling fiancee lived, and he didn't want to create any unpleasant scenes.

Besides, he knew that lady, Sandra Grey, had recently gotten dumped by her boyfriend. She is probably looking for ways to vent her frustration, and he is not ready to be the one to entertain her nuisance. He just wants to go home and hug his petite sunshine, Samantha Salvador.

Adams got to the door of his apartment. It was a single room, bathroom, kitchen, and living room that his salary could afford; luckily, his fiancee never cared about wealth. He beamed, pulling out the keys from his pants pocket and inserting them into the keyhole but realizing the door was open.

'Did Sunshine forget to lock the door after coming home?' Adams thought. He shrugged and pushed the door open. The first thing that caught his dark orbs was the blue tuxedo suit jacket that was humbly placed on the cushion in the sitting room. His brows creased as he noticed a pair of sophisticated black brogues by the doorway. He thought the shoes looked familiar.