As Reese woke up to the soft Monday morning light filtering through his bedroom window, today was the day he would start taking proactive steps towards building his new life in Cebu City. With a brisk nod, Reese swung his legs out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, eager to freshen up and start the day off on the right foot. As the cold water cascaded over him, he felt the tension of the previous day's events wash away.

After his refreshing shower, Reese dressed quickly and grabbed his wallet, ready to venture out into the bustling streets of Guadalupe in search of breakfast. As he made his way through the neighborhood, Reese smelled the air, which was filled with the tantalizing scent of street food and the cheerful chatter of locals going about their morning routines.

Arriving at the restaurant, Reese settled into a cozy corner booth and scanned the menu. After placing his order, he pulled out his phone and began scouring the internet for any job openings that caught his eye. "I should find a job that could utilize my ability," Reese said as he grabbed his chin and pondered for a bit. "But what job would that be?"

After breakfast, Reese went back into his rented home and continued to search for a job, but to his dismay, all of the jobs that could utilize his abilities required experience. "This sucks," Reese said in frustration. When he was in Bogo City, he thought he could find a job easily because of his abilities, but he found out that every high-paying job needed experience. "I am such a rookie."

As Reese sat pondering his career options, a spark of inspiration suddenly ignited within him. With a sense of excitement bubbling up inside, he realized that he could market himself and his martial arts prowess on the internet. The thought filled him with a rush of energy.

With a grin spreading across his face, Reese's mind raced with ideas. He could create a professional video showcasing his skills as a martial artist. Then he remembered his video that went viral on TikTok recently. That video was perfect to use. It showed his raw strength and the genuine reaction of the people. 'Perfect,' Reese excitedly thought.

The prospect of reaching a wider audience and connecting with people from all walks of life filled Reese with a sense of exhilaration. He imagined the thrill of receiving inquiries from individuals seeking his protection. Reese tapped away on his phone, drafting his background and the martial arts he had mastered. After drafting, he attached a video of him fighting the five thugs in the past.

"Finished. With this, I could just wait and hope that someone will need my protection. Hahaha" Reese said as he laughed at the possibility of making a lot of money.

Then Reese sent his video to every channel and website that was looking for a personal bodyguard. Reese would never post his own advertisement on TikTok, Facebook, or any other social media sites. There would be a big chance his family and friends would find out about his ingenious idea.

As the days passed by, Reese found himself growing increasingly disheartened by the lack of response to his online marketing efforts. Despite his best efforts to showcase his skills and abilities, not a single view or inquiry had come his way. With each passing day, Reese's excitement and optimism gave way to frustration and doubt.

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Amidst the frustration and doubt, Reese clung to a glimmer of hope, a belief that somewhere out there, someone would recognize the value of his skills and reach out to him for assistance.

As the weekend rolled around and Reese found himself feeling a bit restless in his rented home, he decided to reach out to Renz and Rey in their group chat. While typing away on his phone, he sent a message asking how they were doing.

Reese: Hey guys, how's it going? What are you up to this weekend?

Renz: Hey, Reese! Just chilling like a villain. You know, the usual. How about you?

Reese: Same here, just trying to keep myself entertained. Any exciting plans?

Rey: Not much is going on here either. I'm just catching up on some Netflix. What about you, Renz?

Renz: Oh, you know me, always up to something. I'm actually trying out this new recipe I found online. Let's just say things are heating up in the kitchen!

Reese chuckled at Renz's joke, appreciating his friend's sense of humor.

Reese: Haha, it sounds like you're having fun. What are you cooking?

Renz: Oh, you know, just your typical gourmet masterpiece. I call it "Ramen à la Renz."

Rey: I'll pass on that one, thanks.

Reese: Haha, that sounds interesting. Let me know how it turns out.

Renz: Will do, buddy. But hey, if you're feeling bored, why don't you come over? We can hang out, and maybe I'll even let you taste test my culinary creation.

Reese considered Renz's offer, grateful for the invitation.

Reese: That sounds like a plan! I could use some company. See you soon, Renz.

Renz: Awesome! I'll make sure to save you a bowl of my world-famous ramen.

With a smile on his face, Reese set his phone down, looking forward to spending some time with his friends and enjoying Renz's infamous cooking. Even in the midst of boredom, he knew that a little laughter with his friend was just what he needed to brighten his weekend.

After chatting with Renz and Rey, Reese felt a pang of homesickness and decided to reach out to his family. Pulling up his phone contacts, he dialed his parents' number and waited anxiously for them to pick up.

"Hello, honey! How nice of you to call!" his mother's cheerful voice greeted him on the other end of the line.

"Hi Mom, Dad," Reese replied, a hint of longing in his voice. "How are you both doing?"

"We're doing well, son," his father's voice chimed in, though it lacked the usual warmth Reese was accustomed to. "Just keeping busy with the usual routine. How about you? Any updates from Cebu City?"

Reese hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. He didn't want to worry his parents with the truth about his struggles to find a job.

"Oh, everything's fine here," Reese replied, mustering up a confident tone. "Actually, I have some promising leads on the job front. There's one company in particular that I'm pretty sure I'll get an offer from."

His mother's voice immediately brightened with excitement. "Oh, honey, that's wonderful news! I knew you would find something soon. Your father and I are so proud of you."

Reese couldn't help but smile at his mother's enthusiasm, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he was bending the truth a bit, but seeing his mother's happiness made it worth it.

His father, meanwhile, remained silent on the other end of the line, his reaction less obvious but no less meaningful. Reese could sense his father's pride and approval, even if it wasn't expressed in words.

"Thanks, Mom, Dad," Reese said, feeling a swell of gratitude for his family's unwavering support. "I'll keep you both updated on how things progress. Love you."

"Love you too, honey," his mother replied warmly. "Take care of yourself, and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything."

With a heavy sigh, Reese resolved to keep pushing forward, determined to make his family proud, even if it meant bending the truth every now and then.