Morin was a transmigrator.
This new method of transmigration wasn't exactly new. After an unexpected car accident, Morin-who had been sitting in the back seat of a taxi-ended up here.
But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the word "unexpected" deserved quotation marks.
Because after transmigrating, he suddenly remembered what the taxi driver had said before the crash.
"Congratulations, young man. I was just about to get off work."
At the time, Morin had just left the hospital with his medical report in hand.
He was in despair.
Still, out of basic politeness, he forced a bitter smile and replied, "What's there to congratulate, sir? I'm already... sigh."
"That's exactly why I'm congratulating you."
Morin had been in a terrible mood and almost snapped back.
But he held it in.
Now, thinking about it again, the words felt deeply unsettling.
So...
Did the driver mean he was about to send Morin off to transmigrate?
Was that why he congratulated him-because Morin was his last "job" of the day?
Had transmigration become an assembly-line industry?
People clocking in and out for it?
Were they deliberately causing car accidents just to send people to other worlds?
Wouldn't something gentler-like falling asleep and waking up somewhere else-be better?
Even with all these complaints about this industrialized transmigration process, Morin was still grateful.
When he had reached a dead end, he was given a chance.
A chance to start over.
He was even given a powerful cheat.
The only problem was the way it worked.
"Why am I the only one who has to work honestly to get stronger?" Morin sighed, feeling helpless.
His cheat was a job system.
He could only gain experience from the income of his current profession.
One thousand dollars equaled one experience point.
At the beginning, this rule was pure suffering.
He had started as a Novice Auto Mechanic.
To advance to Junior Auto Mechanic, he needed ten experience points.
It took him several months.
And that was with help.
With Toretto's help.
Because Morin was extremely familiar with the Fast & Furious world.
Later, after building his own connections and reputation, his income finally picked up.
Otherwise, there was no way he could've reached Intermediate Auto Mechanic, let alone stand on the verge of becoming Advanced.
The progression was brutal.
Ten points from Novice to Junior.
One hundred from Junior to Intermediate.
And now, standing at the threshold of Advanced, Morin had earned a total of eleven million dollars through this profession alone.
And that money only counted if he personally designed, modified, or repaired cars.
He tried shortcuts.
Paying others.
Having clients pay him through intermediaries.
None of it worked.
The system didn't recognize it.
After exhausting every idea, he gave up.
There were countless ways to make money in the automotive industry.
And while Morin hadn't studied business in his previous life, he understood this era well enough.
He didn't know history in detail.
But he knew Nokia.
Samsung.
Apple.
Microsoft.
Facebook.
Becoming a business tycoon might be unrealistic.
But buying some stocks?
That was easy.
So now, Morin's assets totaled in the hundreds of millions.
As for how many hundreds of millions-
He hadn't bothered to count.
"If only this money counted toward experience too..." Morin muttered.
He stood up and headed to the gym downstairs.
The [Physical] bonus provided by the system had long since repaired his body.
And then pushed it beyond human limits.
Morin estimated that a normal person's [Physical] stat would fall somewhere between 1 and 100.
At 100, that would be the strength of Mike Tyson.
The speed of Usain Bolt.
Or even higher.
The estimate wasn't scientific.
He was judging based on the weights he lifted.
But it was close enough.
In the gym, Morin casually picked up a barbell with fifty kilograms on each side and warmed up effortlessly.
"It's been a while," he said quietly.
Two days later, inside an abandoned factory.
Dominic Toretto.
Brian O'Conner.
Tej.
Mia.
Gisele.
Roman.
Han.
They were all present.
O'Conner was introducing Roman and Tej to the rest when-
"Nice lineup," Han said, walking over to Toretto.
"There's still one person missing," Toretto replied.
"Huh?" Han frowned. "Someone's not here yet?"
"You set the time a long time ago," Gisele added.
Before Toretto could respond, a distant engine roar echoed outside the factory.
It grew louder.
Closer.
Everyone inside tensed and turned toward the entrance.
It sounded strange, but for people like them, engine noise said everything.
They could tell if a car was good just by listening.
"Oh. He's here," Toretto said, smiling. "I can tell from the sound."
"You two must be close," Roman said with a grin.
"It's fine," Toretto replied, glancing at him. "But I suggest you don't act too cocky around him."
"Whoa, what's that supposed to mean?" Roman's interest spiked. "Is he really that good? I'm the great-"
"Roman. Stop," O'Conner cut in quickly. "Trust me. You don't want to mess with him."
"Why?" Gisele asked, curious now.
"Because that guy..." O'Conner recalled the scene of Morin taking on ten people alone.
His legs still felt weak.
A dull ache ran through his back.
"...he's not human."
"O'Conner," Mia scolded. "Don't say that about Morin. He's a good guy."
"He is," O'Conner said quickly, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead. "It's just... that one time..."
Right then, a car rolled into the factory.
O'Conner and Mia's exchange had successfully piqued everyone's curiosity.
And when the car came fully into view-
They all gasped.
For a racing enthusiast, few moments were more exhilarating than this.
Not crossing the finish line.
Not victory.
But seeing the car itself.
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