I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 85: Cash, Cock, Quest

Chapter 85: Cash, Cock, Quest

The rules for the "best game" are picky but easy. Players look at stuff like gameplay, graphics, story, and how tough it is. Some say a game’s the best if it nails all that. Others just need one part they love—like a killer story or badass fights—and it’s their top pick.

For me, Nexus World was the best game ever. No, scratch that—calling it "the best" doesn’t even cut it. It’s fucking unreal.

"Heh, heh," I laughed like a nut, staring at my phone screen. I’d checked it a million times already, but I couldn’t stop. My bank account glowed back at me, and I grinned like an idiot.

My account—usually broke as hell—was fat for the first time in my life. The balance screamed clear as day: twenty thousand four hundred sixty-six dollars, plus some loose change.

"Heh, heh," I giggled again, dumb and happy. Such a pretty number. And that wasn’t all. On top of the twenty thousand four hundred sixty-six dollars in my bank, I had 50,000 Nexus World points stacked up. I could only cash out half, but that’s still another thirty seven thousand five hundred dollars waiting for me.

All that from one month of grinding. It’d been a month since I finished Emma’s quest and figured out my game stats linked to real life. After that, I ditched everything—school, friends, all of it—and poured myself into quests.

I didn’t wanna go to school, but I showed up just enough to not feel like a total asshole. Homework? Tests? Didn’t give a shit. Every minute wasted there was a minute I could’ve been questing. And all that hustle paid off big.

The twenty thousand four hundred sixty-six dollars in my account and thirty seven thousand five hundred dollars more in points? That was just bonus loot. The real prize was my stats—numbers that kicked in for real when they hit 50 or higher.

[Name: Alex

Age: 23 years old]

Size: 60

Hardness: 68

Power: 60

Speed: 60

Stamina: 60

Control: 60]

That’s me now. Every stat at 60 or better, with hardness almost at 70.

"Bet 70’s another wall," I thought. Like how I had to grind B-rank quests or higher to push past 50, there’s gotta be another block at 70 or 75. Gamer gut feeling—years of playing told me so. If not, why bother with brutal A-rank quests?

"Hmm," I mumbled, eyeing my VR headset on the table. I almost grabbed it to jump back in, then stopped. I’d been working on my 10th B-rank quest—long overdue. My gut said one more run and I’d smash it. Then A-ranks would unlock. No clue how hard they’d be, but you need at least 10 B-rank clears to try.

Still, I felt good about my body. Higher stats made stamina-heavy quests a breeze. My 6th or 7th B-rank was just "satisfy a woman"—nailed it in one go. I still hear her sobbing, begging for more, saying my hard dick was the best she’d ever had. Worth all the stat grinding before I tackled B-ranks for real.

"Need a break," I decided, grabbing my phone and flopping onto the bed. Sometimes I just wanna chill, not think about this shit.

I checked the date—May already. Time’s been a blur lately. In B-rank quests and up, dates pop up in-game, so I’d mix up real days with fake ones. Now, with twenty thousand four hundred sixty-six Dollars in my pocket, I had no idea what to spend it on. Back when I was broke, I had a list—clothes, gear, food. Now? Blank.

"Hmm," I muttered, scrolling my phone, checking old messages. Surprise—Kelly, my sister, had hit me up last. I’d been so deep in quests I hadn’t checked chats in two days. Eight texts from her piled up.

"You free tomorrow?"

"Hey, you okay? You’re not reading these."

"Let’s hang out next time—morning text today."

I knew if I called Kelly now, she’d run straight over, horny and ready. But she hadn’t pushed me today. Honestly, I didn’t wanna mess with her in real life right now. Slap on that headset, and I could fuck hotter girls with better bodies, no strings.

I shot her a quick text: "Busy with stuff, just saw your messages." Then I skimmed other chats—Mike, Jake, randoms. Nothing big, as expected. Cleared it all, done with my phone.

Thought about shopping with my fat bank account, but nothing popped up. "Stomach’s growling," I noted. Habit kicked in—I opened a browser and typed in a shopping site I knew. Never ordered from it, but I’d poked around before.

"Didn’t they drop new stuff?" I clicked in. This site hired Emma as an underwear model—Emma too. Her pics were up, ones I’d taken. No face, but I’d never forget those poses—M-shaped legs in panties, lying back, ass out.

Memories hit hard. After figuring out the site’s name back then, I’d started checking it when I was bored, hunting for new Emma shots. A fresh set dropped not long ago—bra and panties, her body on full display. Showed Emma was still modeling too.

Of all my B-rank quests, Emma’s was the worst, the best, and the biggest letdown. The disgust I felt grinding through it, mixed with the insane thrill of fucking her—top-tier. But it ending after one quick bang? Fucking shame.

Now I’d scroll the site, vaguely picturing Emma’s body. "Phew," I sighed. Knowing Emma was a real person I knew made it sting more. We’d both cut school time since then, never bumped into each other again, but I could see her if I wanted.

This time, no face in the pics, but I knew it was her—Emma. More poses than our first shoot, looser, comfier vibes. "She’s gotten better," I thought. Found more Emma shots too, digging into them. Seeing her made me sad, remembering that day.

"Ugh," I groaned, closing the page. Staring at this shit brought back regret—nothing I could do about it. Felt like crap for no reason.

"Gotta finish that quest," I told myself, getting up and grabbing my headset off the table. Shiny black VR gear, still fresh. I’d forced a break ’cause I’d been too obsessed, but not even 30 minutes later, I was back at it. My strength and my flaw—if I’m into something, I go all in till I’m sick of it. Used to be useless hobbies, but this time it paid off.