All Chapters of The Billionaire Scientists’ System:Ten Geniuses. One Mission: Chapter 181
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Chapter 181: 90 Days Left
The dawn broke over Brussels with a sky the color of dried blood—or perhaps that was just how Adrian saw it through the exhaustion and the constant crimson glow of the System's countdown that had invaded every waking moment.**TIME REMAINING: 90 DAYS, 00 HOURS, 00 MINUTES****LIVES STABILIZED: 10.7 MILLION****TARGET: 15 MILLION****DEFICIT: 4.3 MILLION****STATUS: CRITICAL DEADLINE APPROACHING**Ninety days. Twelve weeks. Three months to save 4.3 million more lives or face whatever "mission termination" actually meant. The System had been ominously silent on the consequences of failure, offering only that single crimson warning: **CATASTROPHIC**.Adrian stood before the assembled team in the safe house's main hall—not just the core Scholars anymore, but representatives from the twelve thousand independent networks that had formed in the wake of the Human Freedom Network announcement. The room was packed, faces on screens covering every wall, people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, all
Chapter 182: Global Resistance
The Last Hope Protocol spread across the planet like wildfire in the first week, but it wasn't just satellite components and software code that proliferated—it was something deeper, more dangerous to the established order.It was the idea that people didn't have to wait.Adrian first noticed the shift seven days into the protocol when intelligence reports started flooding in from Elena's network. What had begun as coordinated poverty elimination efforts was evolving into something more confrontational."Look at this," Elena said, pulling up footage from São Paulo. Thousands of people had surrounded the Brazilian Congress, but they weren't protesting—they were building. Right there on the legislative grounds, they'd erected a makeshift Hope Cluster using Scholar protocols, serving the city's homeless population in full view of the politicians who'd tried to shut down official facilities."They're daring the government to stop them," Aisha observed. "Making poverty elimination a public
Chapter 183: The Secret Blueprint
Adrian had been keeping secrets.Not from the Syndicate—they likely knew everything anyway through their surveillance networks. Not even from Chairman Zero, who seemed to have anticipated every move Adrian had made for two years. But from his own team, because some plans were too dangerous to share until the moment they needed to be executed.Project Aurora was one of those plans. And the blueprint he'd been refining in isolation for the past eight weeks was about to become public.He called the emergency session at 0300 GMT, deliberately choosing a time when exhaustion would strip away political niceties and force honest reactions. The core team assembled in the Brussels safe house—Maya, Aisha, Dr. Chen, Dr. Ibrahim, Elena. The five people he trusted most in a world where trust had become a luxury."I haven't been entirely transparent about Project Aurora," Adrian began, pulling up schematics that made Maya's eyes widen with recognition and shock."These aren't just communication sat
Chapter 184: Cyber Siege
The attack began at 14:47 GMT on day seventeen of Aurora production, and it was unlike anything Maya had ever encountered."We're being hit," she announced, her voice tight with controlled panic. "But this isn't a normal DDoS or intrusion attempt. This is... Jesus, Adrian, this is quantum malware. They're using quantum computing to crack our encryption in real-time."Adrian rushed to the command center, where Maya had eight screens displaying cascading system failures. The Aurora production network—which coordinated component manufacturing across 5,247 facilities—was under assault from something that shouldn't exist yet."Quantum computing at this sophistication level isn't commercially available," Dr. Chen said, studying the attack patterns. "Even classified military systems aren't this advanced.""Genesis," Adrian said grimly. "Chairman Zero accelerated development. He's using Genesis's quantum capabilities to attack Aurora before either system is fully operational."The malware was
Chapter 185: Maya's Mission
Maya stood in the departure terminal of Brussels Airport at 0400, carrying nothing but a backpack with camera equipment and a forged press credential identifying her as Sarah Chen, freelance documentary filmmaker. The credential wouldn't survive serious scrutiny, but it would get her past initial checkpoints in the regions she needed to reach. Adrian had tried to stop her. So had Aisha. Even the fragmented Lyra had calculated her survival probability at eighteen percent. But Maya had been adamant. "Someone needs to show the world what we're actually fighting for," she'd said. "Not statistics or satellite blueprints or philosophical debates about human agency. Real people. Real faces. Real stories of what poverty elimination looks like on the ground." Now, as she boarded the flight to Mogadishu—the first of seven destinations across the famine zones the Syndicate had deliberately created—she wondered if eighteen percent survival odds had been optimistic. The System had flashed a mes
Chapter 186 – The Betrayal Repeats
The mountain facility hummed with quiet efficiency, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing across the continents below. Adrian stood in the central command room, watching holographic feeds from seventeen Aurora prototype sites scattered across three continents. Each glowing node represented hope—a satellite launch pad, a server farm, a transmission hub. Together, they would form the backbone of humanity's final push toward salvation."Lives Saved: 3,247,892 / 5,000,000. Time Remaining: 87 days, 14 hours."The System's display pulsed in the corner of his vision, relentless as a heartbeat. Every number was a human life, every decimal point a child who might eat tomorrow. The weight of it pressed against his chest like a physical thing."Dr. Kane?"He turned. Dr. Lian Chen stood in the doorway, her silhouette backlit by the corridor's blue emergency lighting. She looked thinner than he remembered, her once-immaculate posture now slightly hunched, as if carrying an invisible burden. Her ey
Chapter 187 – Firestorm
The first missile struck at 06:23 GMT.Adrian was in the Aurora control center's observation deck, three hundred meters from the primary launch pad, when the sky turned white. For one impossible moment, the dawn sun was eclipsed by a brilliance so intense it burned afterimages into his retinas. Then the shockwave hit.The reinforced glass spiderwebbed but held. Adrian was thrown backward, his shoulder slamming into a steel support column. Alarms screamed. Emergency lighting flickered on, bathing everything in hellish red. Through the fractured windows, he could see the launch pad—or what remained of it.The Aurora prototype, humanity's first hope satellite, had been vaporized mid-ascent. Where it had stood seconds ago, there was now only a pillar of fire reaching toward the stratosphere, a reverse meteor strike that painted the morning sky in shades of orange and black."All personnel, evacuate! Secondary explosions imminent!" The automated warning system's voice was eerily calm, a st
Chapter 188 – The Hospital of Dust
Adrian woke to agony.His entire left side felt like it was being consumed by fire, each breath a fresh betrayal of damaged ribs. The right side wasn't much better—burns from the explosion had left his skin raw and weeping. Someone had bandaged him, but the medical supplies had clearly been limited. He could feel the rough gauze pulling at scabbed wounds."Don't move." Maya's voice, hoarse from smoke inhalation. "You have three cracked ribs, second-degree burns on both arms, a concussion, and that gash on your side needed forty-two stitches. We ran out of anesthetic after stitch number seven."The memory came flooding back—the crude field surgery in the shelter, Rodriguez holding him down while a former battlefield medic named Santos worked with trembling hands. Adrian had bitten through a leather belt to keep from screaming.He opened his eyes. They weren't in the shelter anymore. Sunlight—real, natural sunlight—streamed through holes in a corrugated metal roof. The air smelled of du
Chapter 189 – Rebirth of the Scholars
The morning sun painted the refugee hospital in shades of amber and gold, but Adrian barely noticed. He sat cross-legged on a salvaged tarp outside the main ward, his laptop balanced on his knees, running calculations on battery power that would die in another forty minutes. His entire body was a symphony of pain—ribs grinding with each breath, burns pulling tight whenever he moved, the stitched gash in his side throbbing in time with his heartbeat.He didn't care.Around him, the remnants of the Aurora project were gathering. Not the gleaming facility with its billion-dollar equipment and orbital ambitions. This was something rawer, truer. Fifty-three Scholars had made it to the hospital over the past eighteen hours, trickling in from collapsed sites across three continents. They came with whatever they could carry—data drives clutched like religious relics, signed notebooks, smartphones with cracked screens still displaying precious research files.Dr. Ibrahim was organizing them in
Chapter 190 – The System Evolves
Adrian dreamed of numbers.Endless cascades of data streaming through darkness—lives saved, lives lost, probabilities and percentages and the cold mathematics of survival. But something was different. The numbers were... speaking. Not in the System's usual clinical notifications, but in voices. Thousands of them, overlapping, creating a chorus that was almost musical.*"Thank you."**"My daughter lived because of you."**"We have clean water now."**"I learned to read."*He woke with a gasp, his damaged ribs protesting the sudden movement. It was a deep night—the camp was quiet except for the hum of generators and the soft murmur of Scholars working in shifts. Someone had moved him to a proper cot and covered him with a thermal blanket.His System interface was behaving strangely.Instead of its usual crisp display in the corner of his vision, it had expanded, filling his entire field of view with... fractals? Mathematical patterns that shifted and evolved, forming shapes that almost