All Chapters of I Went Back In Time With A Money Multiplier System: Chapter 11
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11. Vinyl Record
The crypto account wasn’t a single account at all—it was a collection of thousands of accounts, each capable of holding any amount of money.In short, he could easily split up all of his money into multiple accounts or just use one account based on his needs.Adrian then looked at his balance that said 130,000. Even after spending a whopping 50,000 dollars, he still had more than a hundred thousand left. He walked out of the university premises and got into his car before he made a call. “Hey, this is Adrian.” he said as he put the call on speaker. “Yeah I know.” Letty said from the other side, “So, got what you wanted?”Adrian smiled slightly as he told her that he did get an admission. “I need another help. I want someone who can manage my money without asking a single question. Someone who wouldn’t go to the authorities when they don’t have answers to where my money comes from.”Letty stayed silent for a few seconds before sighing. Her voice sounded worried as she spoke. “You…
12. Recruitment and Secrecy
Aurora was still standing there on the porch, arms crossed, eyes sharp, but he didn’t care anymore.The call came ten minutes later.“Alright,” Letty said, her voice lower than usual. “I found three.”“Three?” Adrian asked as he merged into traffic.“Yes. And before you ask—no, I’m not recommending one over the others.”He frowned slightly. “Why not?”“Because this isn’t about skill alone,” she replied. “It’s about what kind of trouble you’re willing to live with. At least that’s what my contacts told me.”That earned her his full attention.“Tell me,” Adrian said.“One is a girl,” Letty continued. “Mid-twenties. Extremely smart. Accounting background. Worked in compliance, then ‘consulting.’ She knows how to invest and she’s a moderate risk taker. Thinks in probabilities.”“Second?”“A guy. Young. Crypto-native. Automation, wallets, layers. The kind who treats money like a puzzle. With him, your money might double—or vanish overnight. He’s made some people filthy rich and pushed some
13. Settling The Contract
The car door closed with a muted thud.The city noise faded instantly, replaced by the low hum of the engine and the faint ticking of cooling metal. Adrian didn’t start the car. He simply sat there for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel.The man settled into the passenger seat without looking around.No curiosity. No appraisal.That alone confirmed Adrian’s choice.Adrian reached behind his seat and pulled out a slim black briefcase. It wasn’t locked. It didn’t need to be. He placed it gently between them and opened it.Neatly stacked bundles of cash filled the case.One hundred and thirty thousand dollars.The man glanced at it once, then looked away.“This is a joining bonus,” Adrian said calmly. “Not an advance. Not a loan.”The man nodded. “Understood.”Adrian pulled out a thin folder from beneath the cash and placed it on top. No logo. No letterhead. Just clean paper, clipped together.“I prepared a contract,” Adrian said. “You’ll read it.”The man picked it up without
14. First Day at the University
Adrian didn’t transfer the money to Hale.He split it.Through the system, he broke the amount into multiple accounts and gave Hale access. It was complete ownership of the accounts, which meant that Hale could spend the money however he wants but he would have to extract money from more than 40 accounts.Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars spread across the accounts.Once it was done, Adrian sent Hale a text through an app that had end to end encryption, which meant that no one would find out the contents of their texts unless they had access to one of their phones or accounts. Adrian: All those accounts have no history but they have money. How you use it is your choice but I want it all spent by the end of the day.Marcus: Okay.A few seconds later, another text.Marcus: You’re way too meticulous for your age. Marcus: I’m not complaining.Adrian smiled as he put his phone aside and grabbed the steering wheel.He drove until he found a hotel close enough to the university but
15. Communications
The lecture continued as if nothing had happened.Adrian took a seat near the back, left side, one empty chair between him and the guy already sitting there. He set his bag down, pulled out a notebook and a pen, and settled in.He didn’t look around.The guy beside him did.He was average-looking, early twenties, wearing a hoodie with the university logo printed across the chest. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he leaned slightly toward Adrian.“Man,” he whispered, “you almost missed attendance. Thought you were gonna get marked absent on the first day.”Adrian glanced at him once. “Almost.”The guy snorted softly. “Name’s Ethan. Business major.”“Adrian,” he replied. “Same.”Ethan nodded, satisfied with that, and leaned back in his seat.The professor cleared his throat.“This course is Communications,” he said, writing the word on the board. “It’s mandatory for most departments. Business. Acting. Sports. Engineering. You name it.”A few students groaned quietly.He ignored t
16. Confronting the Bullies
The interior of Letty’s car was quiet.Not awkward quiet—just controlled. The kind that came from two people who didn’t feel the need to fill every gap with words just to prove something.Adrian sat in the passenger seat, one arm resting against the door, eyes on the passing campus. Buildings slipped by in neat rows. Students crossed streets in clusters, laughing, arguing, existing in ways that felt distant.Letty drove with one hand on the wheel, posture relaxed. She didn’t look like someone rushing anywhere.“I have a social event tonight,” she said suddenly.Adrian turned his head slightly. “What kind?”“A boring one,” she replied without hesitation. “Investors. Donors. People who talk too much and listen too little.”He nodded once, already understanding more than she’d said.She glanced at him briefly, then back at the road.“I need a date.”Adrian didn’t respond right away. He waited, letting her finish.“Not for romantic reasons,” Letty added. “It’s… expected. And I’d rather not
17. The Party - 1
Letty picked him up at exactly six.The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the hotel entrance, quiet and unassuming despite what it cost. Adrian stepped out, dressed simply—black shirt, dark trousers, clean shoes. No logos. No excess.Letty leaned slightly toward the open window and looked him over.“You clean up well,” she said.Adrian shrugged as he got into the passenger seat. “Didn’t do much.”“That’s usually the point,” she replied, pulling away from the curb.They drove for a few minutes in silence. Not awkward. Just calm. The city outside the window blurred past, lights beginning to flicker on as evening settled in.Letty glanced at him once, then slowed slightly at a red light.“You’re hurt.”Adrian blinked. “What?”She gestured vaguely toward her own cheek. “There. And your jaw.”He touched his face absently, fingers brushing against the faint swelling. “Ah.”“That’s not a denial,” she said.“Ran into some trouble earlier,” Adrian replied. “Nothing serious.”Letty studied
18. The Party - 2
The party didn’t shift all at once.It was gradual.After the pool incident, people didn’t suddenly crowd around Adrian or start praising him. Instead, conversations adjusted. Voices lowered when he passed. Eyes lingered a second longer than before. A few people tried to place him, failed, and then quietly made a mental note to remember his face.Adrian stayed beside Letty, a glass of water in hand, listening to half a conversation nearby when a familiar sound cut through the noise.Ding.His vision flickered.Money Updated.Balance: 184,320,000 Dollars.Adrian didn’t react outwardly. He took a slow sip of water, then exhaled through his nose.It had doubled. Again.Around him, the party carried on. People were laughing, talking and boasting, as if nothing had changed.Letty noticed the brief pause. “Something wrong?”“No,” Adrian said quietly. “Just timing.”That was when a man nearby said casually, “Apparently there are company reps here tonight. Looking for funding.”Letty’s intere
19. Fun Island
The offer came wrapped as a joke.Adrian was standing beside Letty near the bar when a young man approached, drink in hand, smile sharp enough to cut.“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, looking at Adrian first, then at Letty. “Guess tonight’s full of surprises.”Letty’s expression didn’t change. “We were invited.”“Of course,” the man said lightly. “You always are.”His eyes flicked back to Adrian. “So are you… what? A business partner now?”Adrian met his gaze calmly. “Something like that.”The man chuckled. “Right. Must be nice. Getting fast-tracked.”It was said casually. Too casually.The people around them laughed politely. No one called it out. No one needed to.The man took a sip of his drink. “Hey, by the way—we’re hosting something soon. A little festival. Private. Invitation-only.”He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to sound conspiratorial.“Three days. Three nights. Nature, luxury, all that stuff. You should come.” His eyes lingered on Letty. “It’s
20. Day One: Building A Shelter
Adrian didn’t start with the shelter.He started with the fire.Before touching any logs, he dug a shallow pit. Wide enough to control the flames, not deep enough to choke them. He stacked thin wood first, then leaves, then thicker pieces on top and lit it.Once the fire stabilized, he walked toward the officials’ table.“Paracord,” he said.They handed him a bundle.Adrian looked at the tin can the cord came in and paused as an idea emerged in his mind.“You throwing these away?”One of the staff glanced at it and shrugged. “Yeah. You want it?”“I’ll take three.”They handed them over without a second thought.Letty raised an eyebrow when he returned. “What are those for?”“Secret.” Adrian said.Back at the pit, he cut wood into short, even pieces and packed each tin can full. He pressed the lids shut, then punched two small holes on opposite sides of each can.The wood inside would burn without oxygen and turn into charcoal.Letty watched him for a moment before crouching down and h