I Awakened a Divine-Grade Reconstruction System

Richard calmly nodded afterward before accepting the briefcase.

Then several employees politely escorted him toward the store exit.

The moment he stepped outside the luxury watch reseller, the colder atmosphere of the store disappeared instantly.

Now he was back inside the busy corridors of Glorietta Mall.

People walked past casually.

Couples.

Office workers.

Foreign tourists.

Students.

Nobody knew that the plain-looking black briefcase in Richard’s hand currently contained more money than he had ever seen in his entire life.

And honestly?

The moment the store doors closed behind him, Richard almost felt like laughing.

No.

Scratch that.

He genuinely wanted to scream.

It fucking worked.

The system actually fucking worked.

Richard quickly lowered his head slightly while walking just to hide the grin threatening to spread across his face.

Holy shit.

Six hundred twenty thousand pesos.

From literal junk.

No.

Not even junk.

The original broken watch he reconstructed barely cost anything.

Meanwhile now?

Half a million pesos.

Legitimately earned.

Professionally authenticated.

Successfully sold.

His heartbeat pounded harder and harder the farther he walked through the mall.

The excitement building inside him honestly felt unreal.

Because for the first time in years—

Actually no.

For the first time in his entire life...

Richard finally saw a way out.

A real way out.

Not motivational nonsense.

Not "hard work eventually pays off."

Not "trust the process."

An actual path.

He is a cheat in a buy and sell business because he literally just don’t have capital and yet the returns were in the order of hundreds of thousands.

That realization alone honestly made Richard feel absurdly excited.

Because normal businesses required enormous starting capital.

Investment.

Connections.

Inventory.

Risk.

Meanwhile him?

He literally transformed cheap garbage into luxury products.

The profit margins were absolutely disgusting.

Richard almost wanted to laugh again while walking through the mall.

No wonder rich businessmen obsessed over margins.

This felt addictive.

Dangerously addictive.

Because for the first time ever, money no longer felt impossible to obtain.

The system completely shattered the biggest wall holding him back his entire life.

Capital.

That was usually what trapped poor people forever.

People always said:

"Just start a business."

"Just invest."

"Just work smarter."

But all of those things required money first.

And if you were born poor?

Getting initial capital alone already felt like climbing a mountain.

Meanwhile Richard just skipped the entire process completely.

He practically had a money-printing machine.

Well... not literally.

The system itself prohibited counterfeit currency reconstruction.

But honestly?

This ability was even better than printing money.

Because the products were legitimate.

Professional experts literally authenticated the Rolex themselves.

That was the terrifying part.

Richard quietly shook his head while suppressing another grin.

This system was absurd.

Actually absurd.

He suddenly imagined the reaction of those arrogant rich businessmen if they discovered the truth.

Some broke cellphone technician from Tondo casually outperforming their entire supply chain using reconstructed junk.

The thought honestly felt satisfying.

Very satisfying.

For years, Richard constantly felt looked down upon.

Customers bargaining aggressively over tiny amounts.

People dismissing him because of how he dressed.

Employers exploiting workers because they knew poor people had no leverage.

Even inside luxury stores earlier, Richard noticed how differently staff treated him after changing clothes.

Society respected appearances.

Society respected money.

And now?

He finally had both.

"Okay, what product should I reconstruct next?"