After fully reading the book, the rewards he obtained leveled up his skill, turning him into a 'Mid-level Developer'
Normally, acquiring such a skill would take 2 to 5 years of utmost dedication, though it ultimately depends on one's learning process.
Compared to those who rush through their foundations and end up weak or unstable, but his progress was different, it was solid and strong proving that system's rewards are extraordinary.
Because every gap and every hole was filled by the system, allowing him to reach the best possible version of that level when it came to programming.
Even if some people were promoted to senior developer, as long as their foundation was not strong enough, he would still be able to beat them in a contest.
But he did not know any of this. All he knew was that he had learned the skill, and that was it. To make use of it, he decided to buy what he needed for the next day.
With that he fell into a deep sleep, with nothing left on his mind to consider. A day passed and when he woke up, he issued another quest.
"I want to sell fried chicken in the morning,"
[Quest: Sell Fried Chicken in the morning
Description: Lazy seller.
Objective: Just sell.
Reward: Money (Click Me)]
...
Reading the description, his brows furrowed at what the system had said.
"What do you mean, lazy seller? Didn't you hear me? I have to go to the city to buy a laptop or a computer or whatever," he said.
But the system did not reply as he just rolled his eyes and think of that to buy.
Thanks to the system rewards he who once had zero knowledge about computers, was now enlightened.
He gained a basic understanding of the different kinds of computers and laptops, the core parts of a PC, and how hardware relates to software.
You could say that he now understood the basics, such as what the CPU, RAM, storage (HDD and SSD), and GPU were and what they affected.
He understood for example how RAM helps with multitasking, why SSDs make systems faster, and why overheating causes slowdowns.
This kind of information would have once been alien to him, so he was deeply thankful to the system.
Without wasting any time, he took the pleasure to take a bath enjoying it to the fullest as he then went to the market to buy more chickens.
He could not stock anything since he did not have a freezer, so he added one to his bucket list.
After that, he returned home took another bath again since he loved it, then put on the same pants riddled with holes, though luckily his T-shirt was still intact.
With these clothes as he looked at his self. He really seemed like a beggar if he decided to embark to the city, but he had no choice.
Most of his clothes were so badly torn that even his underwear was full of holes and tears.
"I guess I need to add clothes to the list as well. Oh, what's this?" he said, slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out a card.
When he looked at the card he saw his own face on the ID, along with his name and address. The moment he read the name, he was stunned.
[Name: John Wick
Born: 20/09/2003
Nationality: Belvarian]
...
Reading the ID, his eyes lingered on the name for a long time before he finally spoke.
"Wasn't my name supposed to be John Carter? Where did John Wick come from?"
As confusion began to set in, another memory began to resurface. In the living room, there were many people, though he could not clearly see their faces.
He did not know why, but whenever he was about to see a face or some kind of trigger appeared, precious memories would unlock on their own.
You could say that the memories he had inherited from the body were incomplete.
Some appeared only as fragments, and everyone he saw had blurred faces. In that living room, he found himself kneeling on the floor, begging in front of several people.
There were about seven people in total. On the couch sat an old man, but instead of looking frail, he seemed brimming with energy, with only his white hair giving away his age, much like a seasoned soldier.
A powerful presence surrounded him as he looked down at the young man kneeling on the floor. He was the only one seated, while the rest stood beside him.
Though the old man's face was blurred, the sharpness of his gaze could be felt clearly, and it was deeply etched into his memory.
"Do you know what stupid thing you have done?" the old man shouted as he grabbed a glass and smashed it into his face.
The blow was not light because the sound of shattering glass echoed as it broke against him, shards flying everywhere as blood began to stream down his head.
He slumped forward, his face hitting the floor as he groaned in pain.
"Grandpa I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Please forgive me. Please forgive me. It won't happen again," he cried, repeatedly smashing his forehead against the floor.
"Don't you dare call me grandpa!" he roared as he grabbed another cup from the small table in front of him and smashed it onto his head.
Because of that the bleeding grew much worse, and his vision began to blur, as if it had been damaged by the blow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" he sobbed, daring not to look his grandfather in the eye.
He could clearly feel the killing intent in that gaze. Even John, who was only witnessing this memory, felt fear grip his heart at the sight of the old man.
"This kid's family is truly terrifying, let's forget about apologizing. It's better not to show my face at all unless I don't want to get killed," he swore silently in his heart.
Since the quest issued by the system carried no punishment, he decided to stop caring about it after realizing just how frightening that grandfather truly was.
"You're sorry, you stupid bastard!" the old man roared as he stood up.
"Because of you, my best friend from my youth, the one I treated as a brother, was destroyed because of you!" he shouted, rising from his chair.
The moment he stood, the aura around him became overwhelming and suffocating. As he took a step forward, it felt as though the floor itself was about to crack.
Then he was sent flying and was slammed onto the floor about five meters away without the old man even touching him.
Seeing this, John wondered what had just happened as the old man shouted again.
"Do you know who that girl you forced yourself on is?" he demanded, as blood spilled from the young man's mouth after being thrown aside.
He could only lie there on the floor, trembling in fear. He did not answer, but his silence was enough to show that he knew exactly who she was.
"So if you knew, why did you still do it?" he roared once again, his voice reverberating throughout the room.
His eyes seemed to turn red as John watched the scene. In truth, he was not in the body at that moment but standing to the side like a spectator.
He was viewing everything from a third-person perspective instead of a first-person point of view. So you get the idea.