Ultimate Cash System
Chapter 150: The Goals.

Chapter 150: The Goals.

Lukas seeing Jack was shocked, then smiled, he was not that shocked, being a system wielder does have some perk like not being shocked in an occasion like this.

’Guess his system is more powerful than me?

Lukas didn’t dwell on it, he left the shop and saw Yaho standing alone, she was all smiley.

" That lady gave me a bracelet and I think it’s very cool looking "

Yaho showed Lukas the bracelet given by Emma to her, it was impressive but Lukas had to gritted his teeth as it was from future, it was from Cartier and looked beautiful.

’So was he here to remind me that I have forgotten the opportunity I am missing or something like that?

Lukas walked to the car once again and sat down and didn’t talk much he wanted to be alone now and think this through.

The car drove towards the Hotel, Lukas was not in the mood to talk about much, he was just certain Jack Williams was here because he was missing opportunities.

" Okay, I am not going anywhere today, You can do whatever you want just call me your manager after you leave the here, I still want to gamble "

Lukas said, then locked himself in the suite, he was not frustrated or tensed, he was jsut thinking what he missed or was there any reason for Jack to visit him from the future.

’I am just over thinking things, I don’t think enjoying life is bad, My life my rules.

Lukas shredding his doubt welcomed the manager, Manager was shocked to see Lukas smiling from ear to ear.

" Mr. Ichigo, I need your service real bad, I will pay you of course "

Lukas said with a smile in his face, he was certain that just running after money was not the only way to live your life, he has never gambled before so why not try gambling this time, it was free on top of that it was rewarding.

" Certainly Mr. Lukas, I will help you in whatever you want me to do "

Ichigo said, he was very polite and agreed before even listening to what Lukas have requested.

" I need you to convert my money in Yen, it’s all legit, I have cash with Paystub and bank check, it’s fourteen million dollars "

Lukas said straight away the amount of money he wanted to change, hearing the amiunt Ichigo was shocked, his face changed for the first time.

" F...Fourteen million dollar’s? Are you gonna invest in Land or something? "

Ichigo asked, he was really shocked by the number Lukas was sprouting out of his mouth.

" Yeah, fourteen million dollar’s and no I don’t want to invest in land, I jsut want to gamble, so arrange a VIP some gambling for me "

Lukas said, what he wanted clearly, he really wanted to get that money from system.

" Okay, Understood, I will arrange it as early as I can, but remember it will be on the current market rate and I have to deduct my 1% charge, it is for the company, I am not making or taking any money form you "

Ichigo said, then he asked for half and hour and left.

As Lukas settled into the plush armchair, the soft light from the lantern-style lamps in the suite traced the lacquered designs on the walls. The Peninsula Hotel’s Imperial Suite felt like a separate universe, with plush carpets beneath his feet, dark wood that was polished and reflected the calming light, and a constant silence that surrounded him like a cozy blanket. There was only warmth and quiet here, while the neon heartbeat of Tokyo pulsed in the distance outside.

Room service was announced with a soft knock on the door. An elegantly simple dinner consisting of a bowl of steaming miso soup, a plate of sashimi arranged like autumn leaves, lightly seasoned rice, and a small carafe of warm sake was placed on a silver tray by a polite attendant as she entered. Before he could say another word, the attendant stepped back, leaving Lukas alone with his meal and the quiet silence of the suite.

The miso was brought to his lips as he raised the lacquered bowl. Its mild umami reminded me of home. The buttery texture of the salmon sashimi melted on his tongue as he reached for a slice in between sips. He ate slowly, enjoying every morsel as if it were a form of meditation. A soft glow from the sake warmed his chest, relieving the strain of the journey.

Lukas got up and walked barefoot across the soft carpet to the floor-to-ceiling window after the tray was cleared. In front of him was the skyline of Tokyo, a sea of lights and shadows beneath a starless sky. He breathed in the silence as he put a hand to the cool glass. He had no pressing messages, no urgent appointments, and no system notifications to divert his attention. There was only silence in this moment.

He was next beckoned by the gentle click of the bathroom door sliding open. Warm water poured down his shoulders as he stepped under the rain-style showerhead. He closed his eyes and allowed the constant flow to relieve his day’s weariness. The city noise and any residual restlessness in his mind were carried away by the steam that curled around him. The air felt cool against his wet skin when he finally turned off the faucet, and he dried himself off slowly, with each movement slow and deliberate.

Lukas went back to the main room, wrapped in the hotel’s luxurious white robe, and sank onto the chaise lounge’s edge. In a silent custom, he unfolded the delivered evening paper. He felt drawn to the soft rhythms of Tokyo as he read about local events, such as a feature on century-old sake breweries or an upcoming art exhibit. The familiar, gentle words on the page provided a calming contrast to the pulsing lights outside.

After a while, he set the paper aside and allowed his mind to wander. He contemplated going to bed, but instead he chose to indulge in a pot of green tea. After pressing a button on the control panel by the bed, the attendant came back a short while later carrying the two cups and the steaming teapot. After pouring the tea and smelling its grassy aroma, Lukas held the cup in both hands. He took a slow swig, allowing the warmth to permeate his body and smooth out any remaining tense spots.

The linens were cool and crisp against his skin as he finally lowered the lamps and sat down in the king-sized bed. He rolled onto his side, his back to the window, and allowed the soft hum of the air conditioner to soothe him. There was only comfort and the silent expectation of morning inside the suite, while the city outside continued its nightly song.

Lukas woke up just as the sun was starting to rise. He slowly stretched as he sat up and looked at the 6:00 AM antique clock on the bedside table. Pale morning light filled the suite, softly gradating the walls in shades of pink and gold. He got out of bed and went to the closet, where his workout attire—a basic black tracksuit and white T-shirt, along with well-worn sneakers—was neatly pressed.

He walked silently down to the lobby. It was still a quiet morning; a few early risers floated by, and the desk staff bowed softly to him. A server led him to a tiny dining room with a view of the garden courtyard, where a simple breakfast was waiting for him: a carafe of hot water with tea leaves floating in it, a bowl of congee garnished with scallions, a side of pickled vegetables, and a perfectly ripe banana.

Sitting by the window, he observed the koi as they sailed beneath the stone bridge, their scales fluttering in the gentle illumination. With deliberate bites, he spooned the congee into his mouth, each one bringing him closer to the early hours of the day. After a banana, whose sweetness was straightforward and well-known, he poured himself a cup of green tea, sniffed it, and sipped it quietly satisfied.

After eating breakfast, he went back to the suite to get dressed for the gym. After putting a towel, water bottle, and earbuds in a small bag, he slipped out and crossed the hotel’s grand lobby to the private elevator that led to the fitness center. During the silent ride, the doors opened to reveal a spotless gym filled with shining equipment and floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

He began with simple stretches, such as hip circles, arm swings, and neck rolls, each of which was fluid and purposeful. He proceeded to the treadmill and set a moderate pace for a warm-up jog that lasted five minutes. His trainers’ gentle thump on the belt and the motor’s hum were reassuringly predictable. He warmed up and then performed bodyweight exercises for twenty minutes, alternating between squats, lunges, push-ups, and planks without stopping.

He went to the weight area once his muscles were fully awake. Using moderate dumbbells, he focused on controlled breathing and smooth form while performing three sets of 15 repetitions each of dumbbell rows, shoulder presses, and bicep curls. Almost rhythmic, the repeated lifts resembled a slow dance of ease and effort. He finished by coasting at a leisurely pace until his heart rate stabilized during a mild cool-down on the stationary bike.

Lukas spread out a mat for some yoga poses and light stretching, feeling energized but not worn out. Every pose, including downward dog, pigeon pose, and gentle spinal twists, encouraged him to take deep breaths and feel his body’s pulse in time with the soft music playing above. There were no deadlines or alerts pushing him to continue, and time seemed to drag on forever.

After completing his workout, he quickly showered in the fitness center’s shower before putting on new jeans and a T-shirt. He stopped on the way back upstairs to gaze out the tiny gym window at the courtyard below, where the leaves were still covered in morning dew. The rest of the city was awake—shady taxis sat at the curb, café employees set up chairs on the sidewalks, and a lone cyclist walked along the embankment.

Lukas returned to his suite, laid his towel on the rack, and unpacked his bag. He cracked open the windows slightly, allowing the soft breeze from a nearby park, which was slightly scented with cherry blossoms. He took a glass of cold water and sat by the window again, just breathing.

There were no tasks to complete, no appointments to meet, and no guest appearances to host, so the day ahead was a blank slate. The simple joy of being totally present, the ease of routine, and the silent promise of morning light. He felt his soul calm in the quiet of the Imperial Suite, prepared for whatever the day might gently bring.