Urban LitRPG System-Chapter 90: Driving a Car. (Updated)

*BRMMM*

*CHIK-CHIK*

Max brought the revs up while holding the brake, feeling the engine load against the drivetrain, the five-cylinder note tightening as the turbo spooled, then he released the brake while feeding throttle and steering in one coordinated motion.

The RS3 rotated sharply as the rear stepped out under controlled torque transfer, the quattro system catching the slide instead of fighting it, the car pivoting in a tight arc that snapped their orientation toward the exit, the sudden lateral force pushing Finn into the door before he could brace.

Max smirked because it didn’t feel difficult, his god-tier skill made the timing natural — how much to press, how much to turn, when to release — the car reacted exactly how he expected, no fighting, no guessing, just control, like the car was following his intention instead of him reacting to it.

He straightened the wheel and accelerated smoothly, and the realization settled in, the skill worked in cars too, it helped him feel grip early, control weight better, and drive without hesitation, so even a powerful RS3 felt easy to handle, not because the car was simple, but because his inputs were clean and precise.

Max drove it out of the parking lot smoothly, the earlier rotation already forgotten as he eased the RS3 onto the street with controlled throttle, while Finn sat frozen for a second, still processing what just happened, the sudden spin replaying in his head, a brief wave of nausea hitting him before it faded as the car settled into normal motion.

The evening traffic was building but not heavy, streetlights flickering on one after another, reflections stretching across shop windows as Max merged cleanly into the flow, the engine sound lowering into a quiet hum, his inputs small and precise, lane changes smooth enough that the car barely shifted weight, and within minutes the surroundings began to change — wider sidewalks, polished storefront glass, luxury displays glowing under warm lighting.

Max turned toward Maximilianstraße, the street opening into that familiar high-end stretch, designer boutiques lined one after another, soft golden lighting spilling onto the pavement, expensive cars moving slowly as if speed didn’t belong here, pedestrians dressed sharply.

The road surface was cleaner, quieter, almost insulated from the rest of the city, and Max drove through it without slowing too much, the RS3 blending into the environment naturally, performance hidden behind restraint while Finn finally leaned back, still stunned, realizing the drive itself felt way calmer than the maneuver that started it.

Max slowed the car and pulled up near the Gucci storefront, the street lined with clean glass, soft lighting, and security presence typical for luxury retail zones, Finn glanced at him with mild curiosity but busied himself texting on his phone.

Max stepped inside the Gucci store with clear intent, not looking around, heading directly toward leather goods, because carrying 850,000€ in cash required weight distribution, strong internal compartments, reinforced base — and his backpack could barely handle around 750,000€ without bulging or stressing the zipper, which created risk both physically and visually.

" Sir, let me show yo... "

" No need, I know what I want "

A sales associate approached, and Max chose a full-grain leather brief-style bag rather than a soft tote, something discreet, minimal branding, rigid shape, double zipper, and reinforced handles, the type designed for documents but capable of carrying dense weight without losing form, priced €3,500 for first-class leather and hardware, which made it suitable for moving large cash without drawing attention.

Finn watched from a distance, then without understanding anything he just focused on texting another girl with a glee on his face.

*CLING*

Max’s card tapped the payment terminal, the soft confirmation sound blending into the quiet luxury atmosphere of the store, the sales associate’s smile widening slightly, the kind reserved for customers who didn’t hesitate, negotiate, or ask for alternatives, just chose and paid, understanding value without discussion.

The bag was placed carefully into a protective cover before being handed to Max, the weight of the leather noticeable even empty, structured, balanced, something made to carry importance rather than show off, and Max took it without inspecting again because the decision was already made before the payment.

" What are you going to do with this bag? "

Finn finally asked, still finishing a message on his phone as they walked out of the store, his tone casual, curiosity drifting in only because Max rarely bought things without purpose, the question more habit than concern as the evening lights reflected off the glass behind them.

" Carry cash. "

Max answered without pause, no extra explanation, holding the bag like it was just another item while walking toward the RS3, his tone flat enough that the meaning took a second to register rather than sounding dramatic.

" Cash? Why though? " 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Finn looked up now, the question sharper, the word cash meaning something different when Max said it, his steps slowing slightly as he tried to connect the purchase with context he hadn’t been given yet.

" Listen, you dumbo — come to Dallmayr tonight with your parents. It’s my treat. "

Max said as they reached the car, unlocking it and sliding into the driver’s seat, then pulling the bag onto the center area before starting the engine, and when Finn sat down still half-confused, Max leaned over and tapped his phone screen to pull his attention away from whatever he was typing, the instruction clear.

" Well, I can’t tonight, I am supposed to be with Marie, listen I pulled a high scho— "

Finn started talking the moment the car moved, already drifting into a story he clearly thought was impressive, half turned toward Max while still typing, the excitement obvious in his voice like he expected approval.

" Shut it, you’re coming. "

Max cut him off without looking at him, his tone flat but final, the kind that ended discussion before it began, his expression tightening slightly because he had no interest in hearing the details, and the RS3 rolled smoothly through traffic as he drove toward his apartment.

They arrived, Max parking cleanly before turning off the engine, reaching for the newly bought bag and stepping out, and when he glanced back Finn was still typing in the passenger seat, thumbs moving fast, attention completely locked on the screen.

Max shook his head once, walked around the car, then lightly tapped Finn’s cheek with the back of his hand — not hard, just enough to break the tunnel vision — and when Finn finally looked up, Max smiled, the kind that looked relaxed but carried warning underneath.

" I’ll rip your head off if you text one more time before going home. You’ll end up dead on the street like this. Go home. Come to dinner. We’ll have fun. "

Max said it like instructions rather than threats, already decided, then stepped away toward his apartment without waiting for an answer, leaving Finn staring after him for a second before reality caught up.

Driving Finn’s car made Max realize something practical — the car was convenient in ways a bike could never be, space, comfort, the ability to carry things without thinking about balance or storage, and that included items, plans, even people, a small logistical advantage he couldn’t ignore, because while a bike gave control and speed, a car gave flexibility, and tonight required the second more than the first.

I will buy a car... there was also a mission to buy a car, right?

The thought stayed with him as he entered the building, the idea no longer abstract after driving a car, practicality settling in alongside preference, because speed mattered but convenience solved more daily problems.

As he moved up the staircase the evening light stretched through the tall window at each landing, the sunset casting long orange reflections across the concrete walls, the quiet end-of-day atmosphere wrapping around him, the kind that made this new life feel earned.

Each step upward felt slower, calmer, the day finally settling in his body, the city noise fading behind closed doors, the warm glow from the horizon visible through the glass as he passed, the light soft enough to make even the plain staircase feel peaceful.

" Hehehe "

" So nice "

The sounds reached him as he stepped onto his floor, laughter, overlapping voices, light and unrestrained, unusual for his apartment where the tone was normally softer, more composed.

Jennifer was not a loud woman, which meant something different was happening inside, the kind of energy that shifted the space before he even opened the door.

*Ding-Dong*

Max pressed the bell and waited, the quiet hallway still carrying the last warmth of the sunset, and when the door opened he paused for a brief second, surprise showing just enough to be noticed, Josefina standing there already smiling like she had been expecting the exact moment he arrived.

She did say she would come at night... she’s a little early.

The thought passed naturally as he stepped inside, Josefina moving aside without words, comfortable in the space as if she had already adjusted to it, her presence relaxed rather than formal.

Machina appeared almost immediately, closing the distance with that attentive efficiency Max had grown used to, taking both bags from his hands before he even asked, her movements smooth, the kind that showed she tracked his routine closely.

Josefina watched that exchange with quiet interest, not surprised, more like she was observing carefully, memorizing what Max needed, how things moved around him, understanding the rhythm rather than questioning it.

" Jennifer didn’t come? "

" Nope. "

Max asked as Machina returned with a glass of water, placing it in his hand without interrupting the flow of the room, and he gestured Josefina to sit, the motion simple but natural, like the space adjusted around his presence rather than the other way around, then he drank the water slowly while speaking to Machina, who was closing her laptop and shifting her attention fully toward him.

" Call her and tell her to come back early today. Josefina, you also stay — we’re going to dinner tonight. "

Max said it like a plan already moving, not something being decided in the moment, his tone calm but structured, giving roles rather than suggestions, and the atmosphere shifted slightly, Josefina straightening with interest while Machina nodded once, already processing timing, logistics, and what needed to happen next.