All Chapters of I Went Back In Time With A Money Multiplier System: Chapter 31
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31. Tristan, The Genius
The feeling lingered for a moment longer as Adrian sat in the restaurant, his eyes drifting across the room without really focusing on anything in particular, the hum of voices and clinking plates blurring into background noise. A couple laughed near the counter, someone scraped a chair back a little too loudly, the smell of fried food hung heavy in the air.Then, just like that, it was gone.No pressure at the back of his neck, no strange awareness, no sense of being watched, just the dull normalcy of a late afternoon crowd finishing meals before heading off to wherever they needed to be. The world felt flat again, predictable in the way only safe things ever were.Adrian exhaled quietly and shook his head, connecting it to leftover tension from the island, the body remembering danger long after it had passed, the mind slower to catch up. He’d been through worse than a strange feeling in a diner, there was no point overthinking it.He finished eating without rushing, wiped his hands
32. Psychology Group
Adrian woke to the faint glow of the system hovering above him, the number already there before his thoughts fully settled.913,920,000.He stared at it for a few seconds, then sat up, rubbing his face slowly as his mind slipped into routine, money first, order first, everything else after.It was a habit by now.Nine hundred million went to Hale without hesitation, the transfer clean and immediate. After that, Adrian opened a new account on the spot, choosing one of the better-known crypto card providers, a company built around instant conversion, crypto turning into actual dollars the moment a payment was made, seamless enough that the transition was invisible to the merchant.The setup took only a few minutes. Verification, wallet creation, security layers stacked neatly on top of each other.The company offered a complimentary metal debit card, heavy and polished from what the preview suggested, but manufacturing and delivery would take time. Adrian didn’t care. The app generated
33. Stay In Your Lane
“You told us once,” she said casually, voice carrying just enough to draw attention, “that you wished your brother was dead.”The words landed like a slap long before any hand was raised.Ethan’s head snapped toward Tristan, disbelief flashing across his face. “What?”“That’s not—” Tristan stammered, his throat tightening, words tangling as panic surged, “I didn’t mean—”“But you said it,” someone chimed in from behind the girl, smiling as if this were entertainment rather than a public execution.A few people nearby slowed, curiosity tugging them closer, the atmosphere shifting in that subtle way Adrian recognized, the moment when something ugly started to draw an audience.Ethan stepped forward, jaw tight, shoulders squared, placing himself half a step in front of Tristan without even thinking about it. “Mind your business,” he said, voice hard. “Leave my brother alone.”The smile on the girl’s face faded, replaced by a smirk that carried no warmth at all.“Oh?” she said lightly. “P
34. Lovely Twins
Mira had already been on edge, forcing herself to stay calm while gripping both Ethan’s and Tristan’s hands, pulling them away with more strength than she thought she had. She wasn’t trying to be brave. She was trying to get them out before things spiraled further, before someone did something they couldn’t take back.Ethan came with her, tense and furious, Tristan stumbling slightly beside him, hollow-eyed and silent.For a moment, she thought it had worked.Then the sound cracked through the air.The slap was loud enough to freeze everyone in place.Mira turned just in time to see the girl’s head snap sideways, shock blooming across her face, and before her mind could catch up, Adrian moved again.That was when the fear hit.Sharp and overwhelming.“Stop!” Mira screamed, the word tearing out of her throat as panic surged, not anger, not outrage, just raw terror at how fast everything was falling apart.
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35. Dreams vs Practicality
The car dealership was larger than Tristan expected, not just wide but tall, the ceiling high enough that the lights felt distant, bright panels reflecting off polished floors and smooth metal surfaces. Rows of cars stood in quiet formation, each one clean, glossy, and far removed from anything he had ever imagined owning.Ethan stopped just past the entrance, his steps slowing as he turned in a slow circle, eyes wide despite himself.“…Damn,” he said, a grin creeping onto his face.Mira reacted more quietly, but Tristan caught it anyway, the way her fingers curled slightly as if resisting the urge to touch something she had only ever seen from afar. For a brief moment, Tristan felt it too, that lightness in his chest, that rush of being somewhere he did not belong but wanted to.Then he noticed the price tags and just as he did, a salesman approached them, his smile polite and practiced, eyes flicking over the group in a quick assessment. Three students, casual clothes, curiosity wri
36. Sofia Again
A bright red Camrolet Corvette V8The car rolled through the university gates smoothly, the engine humming low and steady as Tristan eased off the accelerator. The campus looked different at night, lights strung across pathways, banners hanging from poles, students moving in loose clusters with an energy that felt lighter than the afternoon.Ethan leaned back in his seat, arms resting on the door, eyes flicking toward passing groups of students.“Okay,” he said, exhaling slowly. “This still doesn’t feel real.”Tristan smiled faintly, fingers tightening around the steering wheel for just a moment before relaxing again. The car responded to every small movement, smooth and obedient, and that alone was enough to keep his heart beating faster than usual.They parked near the auditorium, stepping out just as music drifted through the open doors, muffled but present.On the way, they passed rows of food stalls being set up, some half finished, others already decorated with bright signs and
37. Sofia Snaps
Aira unlocked her car and slid into the driver’s seat smoothly, hands settling on the wheel like she belonged there.“Shotgun,” Jack announced immediately.He practically lunged for the front passenger door, moving faster than necessary, one hand slapping against the handle as if someone might steal it from him. He opened the door wide and dropped into the seat with exaggerated satisfaction, stretching his legs out.Mira stopped short.She had been about to sit there.She paused, then simply stepped back, not reacting, not commenting, just watching him for a second longer than necessary before turning away.Adrian had already opened the back door and gotten in, settling on one side without a word.Mira moved to follow, planning to sit in the middle, but Sofia suddenly hurried forward, slipping in first and sitting down beside Adrian, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched.Mira hesitated.Why does she want to sit next to him when she already has a boyfriend?The thought came
38. Explanation and Apology
“I’m not and I can book a place too, you fucking idiot!” Sofia said. “I liked going to LFC with Adrian more than going to fancy restaurants with you.”That one landed. Jack’s face turned ugly as he glared back at Sofia.The car fell quiet except for the hum of the engine and the soft music still playing, suddenly out of place.Adrian stared straight ahead, listening.Memories surfaced whether he wanted them to or not.Late nights. Cheap meals. Walking home instead of taking transport to save money. Buying her things he couldn’t afford because seeing her smile felt worth it at the time.He had spent so long remembering only the ending.The silence, the unanswered messages. The way his chest had felt hollow for weeks after she disappeared.In his past life, he had convinced himself of a simpler story. That he had been used. That she had taken what she could and left without caring.But listening now, he remembered other things too.How she had tried to pay. How she had argued with him a
39. What Changed?
“No.”Not because he hated her. Not because she was wrong.But because for him, it had been almost two decades since it happened, and for her, it was only a few weeks. He had already moved on, and whatever he had once felt for her wasn’t there anymore.Adrian let out a slow breath.“I’m not saying no because I hate you,” he said quietly. “And I’m not saying you were wrong for feeling the way you did.”Sofia didn’t interrupt.“We can still be friends,” he continued. “I don’t mind that.”He looked at her properly now. “I just can’t pretend nothing happened. You did disappear. It did hurt. I felt abandoned.”The words weren’t sharp. They weren’t accusing. They were just facts.“That part doesn’t change,” he said. “Even if I understand why you did it.”He paused, choosing his next words carefully, the way he had learned to do over time.“There are things about me you don’t know,” he added. “Things I can’t explain without sounding insane.”He gave a small, humorless smile. “So this is th
40. Camrolet Corvette V8
The bright red Camrolet Corvette V8 came into view, sleek and sharp under the lights, engine growling as it rolled onto the property before easing toward the parking area.Every conversation nearby paused.Heads turned.A few people stood up from where they were sitting, eyes following the car as it slowed to a stop.“Holy shit,” someone muttered nearby.The girls stared openly. The guys looked like kids spotting a new toy.Before anyone could react further, the door swung open.Tristan stepped out.His eyes scanned the area for half a second before locking onto Adrian.He broke into a wide grin and jogged straight toward him, completely ignoring the small crowd that had already started drifting closer to the car.Ethan followed close behind, laughing as he tried to keep up.“Did you see their faces?” Ethan said, breathless. “I swear half of them forgot where they were.”Tristan reached Adrian and stopped, barely able to contain himself. “Did you hear it when I revved it a little,” he