Rex collapsed onto the bed with a soft thud, his muscles relaxing into the cool sheets. The room was dim, save for the soft glow of the system interface hovering silently in front of him. Outside, Los Angeles shimmered beneath the night sky, city lights flickering like stars that had descended to Earth.
But none of that mattered right now.
"Alright," he muttered, eyes drifting toward the glowing system window still hovering before him. "Let's see what all the fuss is about."
He let out a breath and sat up slightly, dragging the system interface closer.
[Stock Forecast Module Unlocked]
[Analyzing stock market…]
[Forecast complete.]
[Target: Trivaxa Pharmaceuticals (TRX)]
[Forecast Period: 10 Days]
[Live Visualization Enabled]
A smooth graph bloomed across the screen—minimalist, clean, glowing softly in shades of blue and green. Nothing flashy. Just raw data.
Rex blinked at it. The stock looked… dead.
