All Chapters of I Went Back In Time With A Money Multiplier System: Chapter 101
- Chapter 110
114 chapters
101. Evan's Favourite Bakery
Evan drove without rushing, the address he headed toward didn’t stand out on maps or memory. It wasn’t a warehouse, a club, or anything that screamed money or power. It was a bakery. A small one, wedged between a closed tailor shop and a convenience store that stayed open too late.He parked a block away and walked the rest of the distance, hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed. Anyone watching would have seen nothing more than a tired man heading in for something sweet before closing time.The bell above the door chimed softly when he stepped inside.The smell hit him first. Warm bread, sugar, butter. The place was modest, clean, with a glass display filled with pastries that looked almost too ordinary. A teenage boy stood behind the counter scrolling on his phone, barely looking up until Evan stopped in front of him.“Where’s Emmanuel?” Evan asked quietly.The boy blinked, glanced up at him properly this time, then hesitated. His eyes flicked toward the back before he nodded.“Uh…
102. Kenny's Thoughts and Confusions
The five of them lay scattered across the large hospital room, bandaged, bruised, and barely able to move without groaning. The doctor had finished his work not long ago, explaining in a calm, detached tone that none of their injuries were permanent, but that full recovery would take at least a month, maybe two if they didn’t eat well.Then he left.The door clicked shut and the silence that followed felt heavier than the pain.For a few seconds, none of them spoke. Machines hummed softly. One of them shifted slightly and immediately hissed through his teeth.Finally, one of the boxers broke the silence.“It’s that Tristan guy’s friend,” he said quietly, staring at the ceiling. “This went way past what we were supposed to do.”Another one clenched his jaw. “We gotta tell Kenny, right? That’s the rule. You don’t bring outsiders into this. Ever.”His voice hardened as he added, “We really fucked up by listening to that bitch Liana.”The big muscular guy groaned and slowly reached for hi
103. Buffet with Letty
It was 3 AM when Adrian finally made it back to the apartment. The air in the hallway was still, and the only sound was the faint hum of the building's ventilation system as he unlocked the main door.He did not turn on any lights, moving through the darkness without hesitation until he reached his room. He collapsed onto the bed without even changing his clothes, his mind drifting toward sleep before his head even hit the pillow.When he woke up, the clock on his bedside table read 9 AM. He stared at it for a few minutes, feeling the lingering weight of the previous night in his limbs."I should probably be in class right now," he thought as he looked at the ceiling.He knew he had lectures, but the idea of sitting through business fundamentals felt pointless. He decided to skip college for the day, figuring a few hours of extra rest was more valuable than perfect attendance.After a long shower that helped clear his head, he walked out into the living room. Letty was already there,
104. Liana's Last Hope
The two hours were finally up, and the change in Letty was obvious. She looked absolutely drained, as if the act of eating had managed to sap her energy instead of giving her any. The lethargy was hitting her hard, making her eyes look heavy as she walked toward the exit.Adrian, on the other hand, felt like he could have easily gone back for another round. He looked at the dessert station one last time and sighed, forced to let go of the urge to keep eating."Time is up," he thought as he followed her out. "If I keep pushing, I’ll end up drawing eyes. People already stared enough at the third mountain of steak."They made their way back to the car. During the drive, Letty tilted her seat back slightly, sinking into the expensive leather with a tired groan. She looked over at Adrian lazily, her movements slow and heavy."As much as I loved this, I don't wanna go there everyday," she said, resting her head against the headrest. "I can't stop myself from eating since everything is so go
105. Unreasonable Evan
Kenny leaned back in his chair, the heavy silence of the factory settling around him as he processed the sheer absurdity of the situation. He felt a headache beginning to form at the base of his skull."Someone is playing a very dangerous game," he thought. "First the beach, and now this. Someone is going through a lot of effort to make me and Evan tear each other apart."He looked at the footage of the car strike again, then compared it to the report from the five men at the hospital. Those men were adamant that a kid named Adrian Wolfe was the one who beat them half to death, yet the beach cameras clearly showed Evan Sterling in a Monkey King mask fleeing the scene."The five attackers say it was Adrian. The cameras say it was Evan. And now, the cameras say my cousin tried to murder Evan’s guy, while she swears she was miles away in a warehouse," Kenny reasoned.He rubbed his eyes, trying to find a single thread of logic in the mess. If Liana was being framed the same way Evan was b
106. I Want Kenny
Evan paused, his breathing heavy, his face red with a mix of confusion and bloodlust. The logic was sound, and it hit a nerve. Kenny was known for being pragmatic and safe, not for flashy schemes involving the authorities."I saw your face, Kenny," Evan repeated, though his voice was a bit lower now. "The camera doesn't lie. You were there. You jumped into the water and the mask appeared out of thin air.""The same person who used your face at the beach is using mine on your yacht and hers in the street!" Kenny insisted, “I have the footage, let me show you.”Evan stood there, his chest heaving as he stared at Kenny. The shotgun was still level with Kenny's chest, but the red in Evan's eyes hadn't faded at all. The logic about the police and the risks was solid, but the image of Kenny’s face on that yacht was burned into Evan's brain. To him, what he saw with his own eyes was the only truth that mattered."The same person who used your face at the beach is using mine on your yacht and
107. It Really Was You
He moved silently, circling the perimeter of the mansion while using the thick trees as cover. He kept his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring he stayed out of the reach of the security lights. Once he reached the far side of the estate, he opened his system screen to check the feed from the camera following Evan.The sight on the screen made him pause. Kenny was tied tightly to a wooden chair in the center of a cold, concrete room. He had been beaten badly. Dark bruises covered his face and his shirt was torn, revealing more purple welts across his chest and arms. He looked exhausted, his head hanging low as he struggled with the pain.Adrian made the camera screen disappear and quickly opened the system shop. He began to scroll through the long list of available skills and items, looking for something specific."I need something that makes me invisible," he thought as he swiped through the options.He found several stealth related skills, but none of them reached the level of tr
108. I Want To Be Your Friend
Adrian sat down on the chair opposite to Kenny, his movements slow and deliberate. He remained silent for a few seconds, letting the weight of the situation settle between them, before he lifted two fingers."Two options for you. Or should I say, two offers," Adrian said. "One, I kill you along with Evan and wash my hands of this whole mess. Two, Evan dies and you come out alive, but you work under me."Kenny did not answer right away. He let out a painful chuckle, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. He coughed again, his face twisting into a deep frown as the movement jarred his broken ribs. He looked up at Adrian, his eyes searching the younger man’s face."All this because your friend got beaten up?" Kenny asked, his voice rasping."Why not?" Adrian asked back, his expression unreadable. "In fact, I will go deeper. There are people above you, aren't there?"Kenny’s gaze sharpened at those words, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. "Indeed. So you knew. I had a doubt that L
109. Raid At Evan's Mansion
Adrian stood at the base of the final staircase. He looked at Kenny and tilted his head toward the exit. "Go outside and just wait for me. Use that shotgun if anyone tries to get close, but stay out of the house," he said. His voice was calm, which seemed to bother Kenny even more than the violence, but he nodded and started moving toward the backyard.Once Kenny was out, Adrian turned his attention to the stairs. He walked up the first flight casually. He knew from his system screens that the middle floor was empty. Evan had pulled every warm body he had to the topmost floor to create a human shield. As Adrian reached the landing, his posture changed. He became a ghost, his weight shifting so perfectly that the floorboards didn't even creak.He reached the bend in the stairs and slowed down. He kept his gaze angled up, scanning the railing. He was right to be cautious. A guard was standing at the very top of the steps, clutching a handgun with white knuckles. The man was sweating, hi
110. Raid At Evan's Mansion 2
He dropped the empty, smoking pistols onto the floor. He began walking toward the main door where Evan was hiding. He knew he hadn't killed every single person in the mansion yet, but he also knew there was no need to hunt them down one by one.They were injured and they had no choice but to wait for him to take care of his real target first.Adrian stood before the intricate wooden door that led to Evan’s private quarters. He didn't bother kicking it down; he wanted control, not noise. He pulled out his lockpicking set, his fingers moving with a dexterity that felt supernatural. In less than two seconds, the tumblers clicked into place. He cracked the door open just a few inches, not enough for a man to see through, but just enough to toss in two more smoke grenades.The reaction from inside was instantaneous. Panic-stricken shouts were followed by the deafening roar of gunfire. Bullets shredded the wood of the door from the inside, splinters flying like shrapnel into the hallway. Ad