Liam glanced at the man and saw that he was about the same age as him. He had a handsome face, but his body wasn't overly bulky—more like a model's physique, with a broad chest and well-defined abs.
"No, thanks… I've watched tutorials on TikTok. I'm just not used to it yet," Liam replied.
"I see. But trainers can help you master the movements much better," the man said.
"Maybe later, if I really can't do it."
Liam wasn't in the mood to be disturbed. He spoke without even looking at him.
The man eventually left.
Aside from not wanting to be bothered, Liam also felt slightly uncomfortable around him.
After all, it wasn't exactly a secret that gyms attracted people with… unique personalities.
Those who were overly friendly were often suspicious.
In the end, after training for a short while, Liam opened his phone again, casually trading and continuing to make profit—still reaching around a hundred thousand dollars in less than an hour.
Sometimes, he would unconsciously glance toward the stairs.
It was hard not to.
Almost every woman coming down from there was a pleasant sight.
Slim yet curvy bodies, tight outfits, sweat glistening across their skin, ponytails swaying—who could say no to that?
Some of them even glanced at the men and smiled warmly.
So far, Liam had already received two smiles—from women just as beautiful as Luna.
Perhaps many of them were models.
Of course, in a gym like this, it was unlikely he would encounter celebrities or famous influencers.
They would be in truly premium gyms—or working out in their private home gyms.
After spending three hours there—longer than most people, who usually stayed one to two hours—Liam finally decided to leave.
He felt satisfied when he checked his stats.
(Physique Power: 0.128)
It had nearly doubled from 0.078.
Liam had always felt stronger than most men his age—but how strong was he now?
According to the System, the peak of a normal human was 1.
He couldn't even imagine that level of strength—probably stronger than professional wrestlers.
As he left the gym, Liam noticed strange looks from the receptionists.
After all, he had stayed so long, yet left without a single drop of sweat—he didn't look like someone who had worked out at all.
Liam didn't care.
He got into his car and drove home.
What surprised him was seeing his cousin, Linda, on a sidewalk—taking photos.
She sat on a bench with skyscrapers in the background, while a chubby young man with glasses took pictures of her using the latest iPhone.
While being photographed, Linda smiled like a well-mannered girl, legs together, handbag resting neatly on her lap.
But after checking the results and finding them unsatisfactory, she pouted and scolded the chubby young man—who seemed to be her school friend.
Even while being scolded, he remained obedient, doing everything she asked.
Linda naturally noticed Liam's car—still without a license plate—and recognized it instantly.
She waved at him casually, surprising the young man beside her.
Liam stopped and rolled down his window right in front of her.
He frowned slightly and asked, "Are you paying him to help you take photos?"
"No, bro. Milo actually likes photography and wants to become a photographer. I asked for his help, and it also helps him practice his skills," Linda replied.
"Milo, right? I'm not forcing you, am I?" she added, turning to him.
He nodded immediately.
"I'm doing this to practice my skills. Thanks to Linda, I get to shoot with the latest iPhone and edit using advanced MacBook features. I really don't need payment since I'm still learning," the young man said gently.
Since he could explain himself clearly instead of just saying yes or no, Liam believed him.
If it had been forced, Liam wouldn't have allowed it—he didn't like that kind of exploitation.
"Bro, where are you coming from?" Linda asked again, smiling sweetly.
"The gym," Liam replied.
"Gym…" Her eyes lit up.
"Can I come with you next time?" she asked.
Liam immediately suspected she had gotten the idea of making content at the gym.
"Unfortunately, it's not a luxury gym where you can take photos to look rich. It's for people who actually want to build their bodies," Liam said.
"That's fine. The important thing is that it's a gym. My main goal is to improve my physique, not take photos."
"Is that so?" Liam wasn't convinced.
Still, for something positive, he didn't mind bringing her—and even paying for her.
"Yes, of course…" she nodded quickly.
"I'll think about it," Liam said. "I'm heading home now."
"Thank you, bro…" she smiled brightly.
Liam stepped on the gas and shook his head inside the car.
He realized he couldn't completely detach himself from family—even if their treatment toward him depended on how much money he had.
He didn't forget to buy some good food before arriving home, gave it to his mother, then took a shower and went to his room.
He had just lain down on his bed when a message from Luna appeared.
(Liam, our outing tonight isn't canceled, right?)
It looked like a simple question—but it wasn't just that.
There was also a three-second video.
When he opened it, Liam found himself holding his breath.
She had recorded herself stepping out of a bathtub filled with foam, one hand covering her chest—but the video ended right as her waist was revealed.
She was using everything to tempt him—completely different from the image she showed in public, that of a refined and unattainable beauty.
Liam let out a breath.
But in the end, he still replied with a single word.
(Yes!)
After that, Liam opened the Forex app.
It wasn't night yet—but even if it was, there was no need to rush out.
As he scanned the prices, he straightened his back.
Buy Euro—200,000 dollars with 3000x leverage.
Of course, he prepared free margin using almost all his funds, leaving only a small amount in his wallet.
A 0.20% rise within five minutes.
That was an extremely large movement in Forex.
There was no way he would miss it.
He even felt tempted to increase his margin to the maximum allowed by 3000x leverage—300,000 dollars—but quickly realized that would be too dangerous.
Even 200,000 was already too much.
Fortunately, the chart showed a steady upward movement, albeit slow.
Liam could still breathe as every small upward tick increased his margin by dozens of percent.
Who knew what news was happening out there to push the Euro up?
Maybe the European Union had raised interest rates.
Liam didn't care.
He only wanted the profit.
His hands trembled as the price finally approached his target.
"Phew…"
He let out a breath of relief when his position closed.
And when he saw his balance—
He smiled brightly.
His net profit was 1 million dollars.