"Maybe your idea is just too good…" Liam laughed.
Of course, he had no intention of copying it.
Being called a jerk was still better than being labeled something else.
"Do you come to this gym often?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've been a member for a long time—since my first year of high school. My goal isn't to get big, just to stay fit and maintain decent strength," Oliver replied.
As they talked, Liam frowned slightly.
He saw Linda coming down the stairs, her steps uneven.
Her expression looked pitiful, as if she was holding back pain she could barely endure.
"I saw you came with her? Who is she? Your girlfriend or your little sister?" Oliver asked, noticing where Liam's gaze was fixed.
"My cousin. She's my uncle's daughter," Liam replied.
"I see… she looks like she's in pain. But that's normal for someone who's never lifted weights before."
Liam nodded.
Of course he knew—first time at the gym, even light exercise could leave the body aching.
He just didn't feel it himself.
Maybe because he was already used to physical labor—and his body was strengthening automatically.
Linda scanned the first floor before spotting Liam and walking toward him.
They weren't far from the stairs.
"Bro, I can't take it anymore… my whole body hurts. It feels like I've been beaten up," she said, her voice almost trembling.
"Miss, that's normal," Oliver answered, earning a confused look from Linda.
"Over there," Oliver pointed toward a door near the stairs.
Several women were going in and out, those who came out looking refreshed with wet hair.
"There's a hot bath inside. Soaking in warm water can reduce the pain."
"Really?" Linda asked.
"Yeah. You can ask ChatGPT if you don't believe me," Oliver chuckled.
"Linda, go take a bath. I'm not leaving yet," Liam added.
Since Liam said so, she could only nod.
She walked toward the door, looking slightly lost.
"Alright, you probably still want to train. I'm done for today, so I'll head out," Oliver said.
Liam nodded, honestly more comfortable with him leaving.
(Physique Power: 0.2079273)
Liam watched his stats increase again.
He stopped using the 100 kg barbell and switched to lighter ones.
(Physique Power: 0.2502022)
After another half hour, it rose further—but then began slowing down drastically.
The number of people in the gym was decreasing.
More were leaving than arriving.
Most probably wanted to relax for the rest of the day.
Soon, Linda came out of the hot bath area.
She looked much fresher.
Her steps were no longer uneven—she walked normally now.
"Bro," she called as she approached.
"How do you feel now?" Liam asked.
"Better… but my whole body still aches," she replied.
"I see… I'm done too. Let's go."
With the growth slowing down, Liam had no reason to stay longer.
Besides, he was already very satisfied with today's results.
In a shorter time, his improvement was far greater than yesterday.
"Are you hungry? Let's eat there." Liam pointed at a high-end grilled meat restaurant right next to the gym.
After training, meat was the best option.
"Yes, I want to…" Linda nodded.
Some women in the bath had told her that eating meat would help recovery.
They took a table outside since the place was quite full.
Liam ordered two portions of grilled meat and two glasses of warm milk.
The food arrived quickly—and looked luxurious, matching its expensive price.
Linda clearly liked it.
But instead of eating immediately, she suddenly raised her iPhone toward Liam.
"Bro, can you take a photo for me here?" she asked softly, her eyes full of expectation.
Grilled meat, milk, and a gym in the background—Liam would've been more surprised if she didn't want a photo.
"Just one," Liam replied, taking her phone.
But he was surprised by the number of messages on iMessage.
54 messages.
And since iMessage required a phone number or email, it meant those people knew her contact.
"That's a lot of messages," Liam commented.
"Yeah… someone leaked my phone number and email. Guys at school keep messaging and even calling," Linda said with an awkward smile.
"Do you like having so many admirers?" Liam asked.
"Bro, you must be joking. They're just a bunch of horny idiots," she replied.
Liam didn't respond.
He opened the camera and pointed it at her.
Linda didn't overdo her pose.
She simply smiled softly, hands resting on the table—one holding a knife, the other a fork.
Liam took the photo and handed the phone back.
She immediately checked it—and was visibly surprised.
"Is it good?" Liam asked.
"Yes… it's really good," Linda nodded, looking at him with curiosity.
"Do you take photos often? This is better than the ones Milo took," she said.
"Probably just luck," Liam replied, not wanting to get dragged into taking more photos.
In reality, he had some experience—he once worked part-time for a photographer.
"No need to edit this," Linda said, already uploading it.
Meanwhile, Liam started eating while opening Dex to monitor meme coin prices.
And this time—
He was stunned.
(Nietzschean Penguin: 70 Million Market Cap!)
It had surpassed last night's price.
He saw that it had already been listed on several exchanges—not just one.
Its total trading volume had reached 200 million dollars.
It had truly gone viral.
Liam exhaled and shook his head—
Then suddenly smiled.
Because he spotted another new coin.
It was projected to reach a 10 million market cap.
And right now—
It was only at 80,000.
After thinking for a moment, Liam invested 3,000 dollars into it.
The price instantly jumped to a 120,000 market cap.
He secured 3% of the total supply—distributed across multiple wallets.