World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World Chapter 11: Ralph

Jas stood at the front door of Ralph's house and pressed the doorbell. A familiar chi echoed through the house, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance.

A second later, the door swung open, revealing Ralph, standing there in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of loose joggers, looking like he had just rolled out of bed.

"Hey, man. You're back," Ralph said, flashing a lazy grin.

"Hey, Ralph," Jas greeted back, stepping inside without hesitation.

"Co on in. I thought you just got back from college?" Ralph asked as he led the way into the living room, plopping down onto the couch.

"Yeah, I just did," Jas muttered, rubbing his temple as a small frown creased his face.

He already knew where this conversation was going. Ralph said the sa thing every ti he ca ho for the holidays, like clockwork.

"You say this shit every ti I co back. You really gonna keep rubbing it in?" Jas asked, shaking his head.

Ralph shrugged, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.

"It's not even , man," he said, stretching his arms behind his head.

"It's just that every ti you co back from college, you look like you've been through hell. Like you just ca back from a damn warzone."

Jas rolled his eyes. He knew Ralph was just ssing around, but his words—more often than not—always had a deeper aning behind them.

Jas let out a sharp breath and leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. He didn't want to admit it, but Ralph had a point.

He had asked himself if everything was really worth it? College, the sleepless nights, the stress—was it going to get him anywhere?

He knew the answers to his questions but he was also aware that he had no other choice. His circumstances is sothing that forces him to choose the safest route. At least that was he what he felt.

"Look, man. I didn't exactly have a choice," Jas finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know why I went to college. It wasn't about so dream of landing a high-paying job or whatever. It was just... the only path I had."

"I understand, man. I was just frustrated. I want you to be sothing more but you just gave up after your first setback. Though I understand why," Ralph said with a sigh, waving his hand dismissively.

Jas exhaled sharply through his nose, feeling his pent up frustration bubbling up. Not at Ralph, but at how much truth there was in his words.

Ralph was his only real friend. The one person he could talk to about things like this without getting so sugarcoated, feel-good answer. And maybe that's why their bond was so strong—because, in a way, their lives weren't all that different.

Just like Jas, Ralph had lost his parents at a young age. But unlike Jas, Ralph and his little sister, Natasha, had no one. No family willing to take them in. No safety net.

At thirteen, Ralph had to figure out how to survive on his own while raising his sister. He did anything and everything to make money—so legal, so not-so-legal.

And through those struggles, he had stumbled into trading, gambling, and crypto. It wasn't an easy path, but it had worked for him.

That was why Jas respected him. Because Ralph had built sothing from nothing.

Jas sighed once more as he sat up, his expression growing serious.

"Alright, man, spill it," Ralph suddenly said, eyeing him with a knowing smirk. "What do you want? I know you. You only pull up when you need sothing. And don't try to hit with that 'Natasha called for help with her PC' bullshit. I'm not buying it.'"

Jas chuckled. Ralph wasn't wrong.

"Alright, alright," he admitted. "The PC is part of the reason I ca, but I do need your help with sothing else."

Ralph leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Go on."

"I need a way to make quick money. Easy money," Jas said, rubbing his hands together. "And I was thinking... crypto. You know, coins and all that shit."

Ralph let out a long sigh, shaking his head.

"Bro, if you're trying to throw your money into coins right now, you're gonna lose it. Straight up," he said.

"The market is volatile as hell right now. Prices are jumping all over the place, and unless you got insider knowledge, you're basically gambling."

Jas frowned. He had expected this answer, but it still sucked to hear.

"So there's nothing?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.

Ralph scratched his chin, thinking for a mont. Then, he sighed again, this ti in defeat.

"There is sothing," he admitted. "It's actually how I bought Natasha her new PC. But you're not gonna like it."

Jas raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

Ralph hesitated for a second before leaning back against the couch.

"Gambling," he finally said.

Jas blinked. "Huh?"

"There's this strategy I found online," Ralph continued. "I gave it a shot, and it actually works. Like, I made over three grand in two hours. Started with eight hundred bucks."

Jas' eyebrows shot up.

"The hell? You serious?"

"Dead serious."

Jas stared at him, trying to process the information. Ralph wasn't the type to bullshit about money. If he said he made that much, then he did.

But gambling?

Jas had sworn off anything that relied on luck. He had already lost money chasing crypto hype. He wasn't eager to repeat that mistake.

"You sure it's not just dumb luck?" Jas asked skeptically.

"Nah, man. It's a system. Not foolproof, but in a way, it tilts the odds in your favor," Ralph explained.

"Look, it's still gambling, ok? There's always a chance of losing. But the success rate is over fifty percent, which is better than playing blind."

Jas rubbed his jaw, thinking.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to walk away from this. To stick to sothing safer, sothing he had control over.

But at the sa ti... Nothing in life was guaranteed.

Not college. Not jobs. Not anything.

Ralph had a point. If Jas wanted to make real money, he had to be willing to take risks.

Jas leaned back, tapping his fingers on his knee. He hated this. Hated that he was even considering it.

But what other option did he have? Jobs wouldn't pay enough. Crypto was too risky. And ti? Ti wasn't on his side.

Finally, he exhaled sharply through his nose and looked back at Ralph.

"Alright," he said. "Teach how it works. I won't try it yet, but I wanna know how it's done."

Ralph grinned.

"Sure. I'll send you a tutorial video that explains everything."

"Cool," Jas said, pushing himself up from the couch. "Now, let go set up Natasha's damn PC before she starts calling again."

Ralph laughed, waving him off.

"Yeah, you better. She's been hyped about that thing all week."

"Fuck you. You bought her a PC but didn't get soone to help her set it up." He raised a middle finger to him.

"And it gave you a perfect excuse to co over." Ralph smiled.

Jas shook his head, and shook his head as he made his way toward Natasha's room.

As he walked, his mind lingered on Ralph's words. If this thod really worked... It might just be his way out.

But that would have to wait. Right now, he had a PC to set up.