I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 42: Making A Strategy

Chapter 42: Making A Strategy

I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the desk.

My approach had to be different. If I simply walked up to Hailey right now and blurted out, "Leave your boyfriend and be with me," I would fail instantly. That much was obvious.

I needed a plan. Something smarter. Something foolproof.

Swish—

I pushed back my chair and stood up.

I had to step out of the office and think things through. Besides, I still had the quest item—Hailey’s boyfriend’s phone.

"If I hadn’t chosen this item, I’d be doomed," I muttered under my breath.

It had cost me a ridiculous amount—Six thousand points in-game currency. An absurd price for something as simple as a phone. But now that the quest had officially started, I could already tell—without it, I would’ve been in serious trouble.

I slipped the phone into my pocket and left the office.

"Ah, good morning, sir~" A cheerful voice called out.

I glanced to the side. A few employees were passing by, smiling politely, nodding at me as if they knew me well.

I forced a friendly smile and nodded back. "Good morning."

It felt strange. Fitting into someone else’s life. Like I was an actor in a role I hadn’t fully memorized yet. But there was no time to dwell on that now.

After a short walk through the office halls, I finally reached the restroom.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The space was empty, silent except for the faint hum of the ventilation fan.

Click.

I locked myself inside a stall and exhaled sharply.

"Phew."

I had only been in this world for a few minutes, yet I was already exhausted. The weight of the situation was pressing down on me harder than I expected.

Still... I had work to do. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone. Not my phone. It was Hailey’s boyfriend’s phone.

I turned it over in my hand, studying it. I wasn’t sure if this was an exact replica or if it was somehow the actual device, transferred into my hands through the system’s magic. But in the end, it didn’t matter.

The important part was—I had access to it. I pressed the power button. The screen lit up. No password.

"Nice," I whispered, a small smirk forming on my lips.

Even though this item had been labeled as an ’important quest tool,’ at the end of the day, it was still just a phone. The apps installed were the same ones anyone would use. Social media, banking, a few mobile games... nothing out of the ordinary.

But one thing stood out. Hailey’s name. It appeared multiple times in the call history. She and her boyfriend talked often.

I tapped on the most popular messaging app. A chat with ’Hailey’ was pinned at the top. My eyes scanned the most recent message.

[We had another argument today. I’ll text you during lunch. Let’s talk.]

At the end of the message was a cute dog emoji, its tiny face scrunched up as it angrily shouted, "Fight!"

I raised an eyebrow. "So... they’re fighting a lot, huh?" Curious, I scrolled up, reading through their past messages.

Their conversations were brief—likely because her boyfriend was a student while Hailey was already working full-time.

Most days, they exchanged only a handful of texts. Some days, there were no messages at all.

"Hmm..." There wasn’t much useful information here. I backed out of the chat and opened the call history instead. Dozens of calls.

"They call each other a lot." That explained the short text messages. They preferred talking over the phone rather than typing things out.

I frowned, tapping my finger against the screen. I scrolled through the call history, my brow furrowing deeper with each entry.

They mostly talked on the phone. Especially in the evenings, right after Hailey got off work. I exhaled sharply, gripping the device a little tighter.

"Damn. This is a problem." I had expected to find something—anything—that hinted at cracks in their relationship.

But no matter how I looked at it, nothing seemed particularly wrong. Sure, they fought, but that was normal for couples. Their messages didn’t show any major signs of resentment or betrayal.

’It wasn’t enough. If their bond was still intact, how was I supposed to make him give up on her?’ My mind raced through possibilities, but before I could settle on an answer...

Knock! knock!

"Shit!" The sudden knock on the stall door nearly made me drop the phone. My heart lurched in surprise, and for a split second, panic took over.

I quickly tapped my fingers against the door twice, a silent but clear signal that the stall was occupied.

A brief pause. Then, footsteps shuffling away. Whoever it was had taken the hint. I exhaled, pressing my palm against my chest to steady my breathing.

"That was close..." I glanced down at the phone again. The screen had dimmed, waiting for my next move.

’What should I do? Should I try meeting Hailey first?’

Or...

’Would it be better to keep digging for more information before making a move?’

"Alright. Let’s meet up and dig for some information." The moment I made my decision, I acted immediately.

Since I was already at work, disappearing for too long would seem suspicious. I had to make my moves carefully.

I turned my head slightly. Hailey’s desk was right behind mine.

Earlier, she had asked if I was feeling alright. She probably found it strange that I, someone who rarely interacted with others, had suddenly struck up a conversation with a female colleague for the first time.

I needed an excuse to talk to her again. I glanced at her and spoke in a casual tone. "Hailey?"

She blinked in surprise but quickly responded. "Oh, yes?"

"Can I get that headache medicine you mentioned earlier? My head’s really killing me..."

"Ah, of course! Give me a second." Hailey immediately opened a drawer, rummaging through its contents.

She was dressed neatly, a sky-blue blouse tucked into a well-fitted H-line skirt that reached just above her knees. A classic office look, professional yet stylish.

As she searched for the medicine, she glanced at her desk from the corner of her eye.

Small, cute trinkets were scattered across the surface, tiny figurines, pastel-colored stationery, and a neatly arranged calendar. The kind of decorations that made a workspace feel personal.