All Chapters of I Went Back In Time With A Money Multiplier System: Chapter 161
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161. The Birdman
Adrian reached the side of the warehouse. He placed a hand on the cold, corrugated metal wall. Through his mask, he could see the orange and red heat signatures of the eight people gathered in the center of the building. They were all in one spot, probably congratulating themselves.He reached for the first smoke bomb on his belt. He didn't plan on giving them a chance to surrender. He didn't plan on being merciful. They had tried to destroy Letty’s life to protect a monster, and now, the monster was the least of their worries.Adrian looked up at a small, high window that was missing its glass. He didn't hesitate. His movements were mechanical, practiced, and devoid of any tremor.He reached for his belt and unclipped two smoke canisters. With a flick of his wrists, he tossed them through the window. They tumbled through the air and hit the concrete floor inside with a hollow metallic clatter. Almost instantly, thick, grey-white smoke began to billow out, hissing like a thousand angr
162. Tracker
The smoke inside the warehouse began to swirl and thin, pulled toward the shattered windows by the heat of the burning cars outside. It took more than a minute for the grey curtain to lift enough for Adrian to see clearly. His plague doctor mask hummed, the silver-rimmed lenses filtering the haze until the silhouettes of the men inside became sharp and distinct."He’s still there! I see a humanoid bird!" one of the kidnappers screamed, his voice cracking with pure terror. He raised his rifle, the barrel shaking as he tried to find a target in the gloom."Kill him! Just kill him!" another roared, stumbling over a crate of medical supplies.Adrian didn't give them a second chance. He stepped out from behind the steel pillar, the long beak of his mask pointing directly at the men with the guns. He didn't aim for the heart or the head this time; he aimed for total suppression.Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.The sound of his System-born pistol was a rhythmic, mechanical pulse. He targeted the first
163. Cops
The sirens began as a distant, synchronized wail that cut through the heavy silence of the industrial district. At the scrap yard, the fire from the four destroyed vehicles had grown into a steady, orange roar, casting long, dancing shadows against the rusted warehouse walls.The police did not arrive with subtlety.First came the scout units; four patrol cars screaming around the corner of the metal waste yard, their tires throwing gravel and scrap as they skidded into a wide perimeter. They didn't approach the warehouse immediately. Instead, they used their vehicles as shields, doors flying open in unison as officers took positions behind the reinforced frames."Tactical units, move in! Move, move, move!" a voice barked over the loudspeaker.Two black SWAT vans tore through the broken gate, ignoring the heat from the burning wrecks. They screeched to a halt twenty meters from the entrance. The back doors burst open, and ten officers in full tactical gear. Heavy vests, helmets, and s
164. You're Welcome... I Guess
The drive back to the penthouse was silent. The city streets were empty, and the hum of the car’s engine was the only thing filling the space between Adrian and Letty. When they finally stepped inside the apartment, the luxury of the marble floors and the soft ambient lighting felt like a different world compared to the blood-stained concrete of the warehouse and the cold, fluorescent glare of the police station.Letty dropped her clutch on the side table and leaned against the wall, her shoulders finally sagging. The emerald green dress was wrinkled and stained, a metaphor for how her perfectly planned evening had ended."I didn't expect things to go this way, Adrian," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I had every detail managed. The guest list, the security, the timing... and it still turned into a massacre."Adrian stood by the window, looking out at the city lights. He looked completely unbothered, as if he hadn't just executed five men and a high-ranking corporate executive.
165. Morning Tent
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master suite, casting long, golden bars across the rumpled silk sheets. Adrian woke up slowly, his senses returning to him in layers. Usually, he was alert the second his eyes opened, but the atmosphere in the room was heavy and unusually quiet. He didn't move. He didn't even shift his weight.He realized immediately that the girl who had been terrified of gunshots the night before had migrated across the vast expanse of the king-sized bed. Letty was no longer on her side; she was effectively anchored to him. Her arm was draped firmly over his chest, her fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt. Her head was tucked perfectly into the crook of his neck, her soft hair brushing against his jawline.Even more distracting was the way she had tangled her legs with his. One of her legs was hooked over his torso, the weight of it warm and grounding. Because of the way she had pressed herself against his side, Adrian coul
166. Letty's Breakfast
Adrian woke up fully about ten minutes after Letty had scrambled out of the room. The bed felt cold where she had been lying, but the lingering scent of her perfume still hung in the air. He sat up, stretching his limbs, and noticed the "tent" in his sweatpants that had caused Letty such a panic. He looked at it with a bored, clinical detachment. It was a simple biological function of a healthy male body. He waited a while for it to subside before standing up.He could hear the rhythmic clatter of metal and the sound of running water coming from the kitchen. He walked out of the bedroom, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As he turned the corner into the open-plan kitchen and dining area, he stopped.The dining table looked different. Usually, Letty’s meals were catered, minimalist, and served on small, expensive plates. Today, the table was covered in a spread that looked like it was meant for a small army. There was a massive pot of macaroni pasta, freshly boiled and steaming
167. Surveillance
Adrian used a large slotted spoon to transfer a thick, one-inch layer of the boiled macaroni into the dish. Letty followed immediately, pouring a generous amount of the cheese sauce over it and then covering it with a thick carpet of the shredded cheese mix."Again," she said.They repeated the process three times until the dish was overflowing with pasta, sauce, and cheese. It looked incredibly heavy and wildly unhealthy; exactly what Adrian’s body was currently craving."Top it off with the rest of the parmesan," Letty instructed.Adrian finished the topping, and they slid the massive tray into the preheated oven alongside the cheese-covered baguettes.For the next few minutes, they stood in the kitchen, waiting for the cheese to melt. The smell was incredible. Letty leaned against the counter, watching the oven timer."I haven't cooked like this in years," she said softly. "Usually, it’s just salads or well… like you know, instant noodles. Everything in my life is so... measured an
168. Pavlov Knows
Almost immediately, two workers entered the room. They were dressed in bright yellow protective suits that looked like heavy-duty raincoats, their faces obscured by clear visors. They picked up the box of clothes and marched out without saying a single word. The heavy, pressurized door hissed shut behind them, leaving the two scientists standing naked and vulnerable inside their respective glass cabins.They looked around the empty room, their breath fogging the glass slightly. The silence of the feed was broken by a voice that seemed to vibrate from the walls themselves. There were no visible speakers, suggesting they were integrated behind the acoustic tiling of the ceiling."Subject Varma. Subject Drax," the voice boomed. It was cold, synthesized, and lacked any human inflection. "Prepare for decontamination. When the mist is released, you are instructed to hold your breath. Failure to comply will result in pulmonary irritation."A digital timer appeared on the wall facing the cham
169. A Bad Feeling
Adrian took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling for a few long moments. The silence of the penthouse was usually something he found comforting, but right now, it felt like the weight of the city was pressing down on him. He had seen the way Pavlov looked at the screen. The man was not just a billionaire; he was a spider sitting at the center of a web that Adrian was only beginning to understand. The fact that Pavlov already had thermal images and grainy shots of him on the bicycle meant that his invisibility was not as absolute as he had hoped.He picked up his phone and dialed Aira’s number. She picked up after only a few seconds."Adrian?" Her voice was crisp, but there was an underlying tension in it, as if she had been sitting by the phone waiting for this exact call."Yeah... let’s meet up," Adrian said, his voice sounding tired even to his own ears. "I’ll head over to the hotel and... well, we might have to start moving soon."Aira didn’t reply for a few seconds. The silenc
170. New Plan
Adrian sat up straight, rubbing his face with his hands. He felt the phantom grit of the previous night’s exhaustion behind his eyelids, a stark contrast to the sterile, high-definition reality he had just witnessed through the System screen."Firstly, don’t ask questions," he said, his voice dropping into a low, weary rasp. "No hows and stuff… I’ll tell you when I’m ready. I saw the decontamination. I saw the way he treats his people like biological assets. But mostly, I saw his eyes, Aira. He’s not worried, not one bit."Aira sat back in her chair, her laptop light reflecting in her dark eyes. She knew better than to push when Adrian used that tone. "Tell me about the decontamination," she said, her voice turning clinical.Adrian recounted the scene from the System feed with a detached precision. He described the yellow-clad workers, the glass cabins, and the cold, synthesized voice that commanded the scientists like they were cattle being processed for slaughter.Aira listened, her