All Chapters of The Useless Son-in-law Who Became A Crypto Genius : Chapter 1
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17 chapters
Death’s Cold Smile
The last thing Noam saw was his wife's smile.Not the angry kind. Not even the smug, I-won type. Just... calm. Polished. The same one she'd wear at those boring charity galas when she had to pretend she gave a damn about anyone but herself.Except this time? Her lips were trembling. Tears were sliding down her cheeks like she'd rehearsed it in a mirror.His lungs were on fire. Blood soaked through the white tablecloth faster than the wine they'd knocked over minutes ago—God, was it only minutes? The knife twisted again, and he tasted copper flooding his mouth.The restaurant had gone to hell.It started when the doors slammed open. Three guys in black masks stormed in like they owned the place. The tall one had a gun. The other two? Knives. Big ones."Everyone down! Hands on the table—now!"Screams. Plates crashing. The chandelier overhead swayed like it might fall. People dropped into their seats, some hitting the floor entirely. Waiters froze mid-step, trays clattering everywhere.N
The Trap Reappears
The kitchen reeked of burnt toast and cheap cooking oil. His in-laws were already at the chipped table. Cassandra sat upright like she was royalty, even though her expensive perfume couldn't quite cover the sour smell of last night's wine.Douglas had a newspaper spread out, though everyone knew he barely understood half the words in the business section. And across from them sat Alina.She looked perfect.Brown hair in those effortless waves rich girls always managed. Lips curved just right. But those eyes—God, those calculating, ice-cold eyes—he knew what they hid now."Finally awake," Cassandra sneered. "Do you think this is a hotel? The food's getting cold."Douglas grunted without looking up. "Grown man eating for free should at least wake up on time."Alina glanced at him, smile perfectly in place. "Don't scold him too much, Mother. He's... trying."The hypocrisy almost made him laugh. In his old life, he would've lowered his head, mumbled sorry, and eaten while they tore into h
Escape in Shadows
On the evening of the dinner, Alina fussed over her reflection. Noam waited by the door, adjusting his cheap tie. She glanced at him, lips curling."Try not to embarrass me tonight. Just smile and keep quiet."He dipped his head. "Of course."Her heels clicked across the floor as she swept past, perfume trailing behind. Expensive. Floral. Suffocating. To everyone else, she was dazzling.To him, she was death wrapped in silk.They arrived at Bellvue—the upscale restaurant glittering with glass and polished brass. Waiters in black vests moved with precision. The air smelled of seared steak and wine, undercut by money.Alina was in her element, greeting acquaintances with perfect poise. She whispered little barbs disguised as jokes, drawing laughter."Oh, he's harmless," she said sweetly when someone asked about him. "Like a stray dog I decided to keep."Laughter rippled. Glasses clinked.Noam smiled faintly.'Stray dog, huh? When I'm done, you'll wish I stayed one.'He ate quietly, obse
The Void In The Wallet
The Carver estate was draped in evening calm that felt almost staged. Expensive curtains swayed gently in late-night breeze, and jasmine incense floated faintly through the hall.Inside the living room, the family had gathered around a polished oak table. Laptop screen glowing, illuminating eager faces.Mark sat at the head, fingers dancing across keys like he was conducting an orchestra.Hair slicked back. Sharp angles. Confidence worn like a cloak. On screen, rows of numbers pulsed. Charts blinked. A digital heartbeat preparing to surge.Cassandra leaned in close, wine glass in hand, lips already curling with smugness. "Mark, your skills are truly wasted in Japan. I keep telling Douglas we should've brought you here sooner. Look at you. Our family finally has a real asset."Douglas grunted approval, arms crossed but eyes locked greedily on the screen. "Noam never could even set up a printer properly, let alone this. And here you are, controlling digital markets like a—what do they c
Scatter And Hide
"The body was burned beyond recognition," Mark said quietly. "Dental records were inconclusive because of the—""Stop." Cassandra stood up, smoothing her dress with trembling hands. "You're being paranoid. The police confirmed it was him. They found his wallet, his—""His wallet that could've been planted," Mark interrupted. "His phone that could've been left behind. All we have is a burned corpse in his car, and suddenly his cryptocurrency vanishes into thin air."Alina's nails dug into the leather hard enough to leave marks. 'He's dead. I watched him die. I saw the explosion. There's no way—'But even as she thought it, something cold slithered down her spine.Douglas poured himself a whiskey. Downed it. Poured another. "So what are you saying? That he faked his death? That useless nobody somehow outsmarted all of us and—""I'm saying the coins are gone." Mark slammed the laptop shut. "I'm saying we just lost a fortune. And I'm saying that either someone incredibly skilled hacked a
The Ghost And The Scoop (I)
He scrolled through recent threads. Most of it was noise—people bragging, people panicking, people posting memes about coins that had just crashed.But buried in the noise...There.A thread about upcoming market movements. Posted by someone with the username OracleEye. Their track record was insane—fifteen predictions in the last month, fourteen of them accurate.Neo clicked it open."SilverChain will pump 300% within 72 hours. TerraCoin follows 24 hours later. Source: private beta access to exchange listing announcements."Neo's pulse quickened.He remembered this. In his first life, SilverChain was said to exploded out of proportion. He'd watched it grow, too scared to buy in, convinced he'd somehow lose money on a sure thing.TerraCoin had followed right after. Another massive pump that had minted overnight millionaires.'This is it. This is the starting capital I need.'He checked the current prices.SilverChain: $0.03TerraCoin: $0.12Both dirt cheap unlike bytegold. Both about
The Ghost And The Scoop (II)
The tall one—the leader with the gun. His movements were... off. Too practiced. Too choreographed.Like he'd rehearsed.Lyra zoomed in on his hands. The way he held the weapon. The way he gestured.'Professional. Military training maybe. Or private security.'Not some random thug pulling a robbery.She scrubbed forward. To the moment they dragged Noam to the center.His wife's reaction. The reaching. The tears. The desperate plea.Lyra paused on Alina's face.Something about the expression felt... wrong. Not fake exactly. Just—'Too perfect.'Like she'd practiced in a mirror.Lyra made a note. Circled Alina's name on the conspiracy board she'd set up on her wall. Red string connecting photos, documents, timeline markers.Her roommate had called her obsessed.Her editor had called her paranoid.But Lyra's gut—her gut said something was very, very wrong with this story.She pulled up the crash site report. Official police documentation. Photos of the wreckage.The car had been completel
Awaiting A Favorable Dip
Twenty-four hours.Neo stared at his laptop screen, watching the numbers tick upward. TerraCoin had hit $0.36—exactly triple what he'd paid.His $25,000 investment was now worth $75,000.'Holy shit. It actually worked.'He'd known it would. Remembered it from his first life. But seeing it happen in real-time? Different feeling entirely.His fingers hovered over the sell button.'Not yet. Wait for the peak. Another hour, maybe two.'He refreshed. $0.37.His leg bounced. Couldn't help it.TerraCoin was the warm-up. The proof of concept. SilverChain was the real play—the one that would turn fifty grand into millions.Two more days. Just two more days.Neo leaned back in the creaky motel chair, allowing himself a moment of satisfaction.'Step one complete. Now let's see about step two.'–––––––––––Across town, Lyra Chen walked into the Herald offices with her shoulders hunched, red hair pulled back in a messy bun that hadn't been washed in—what, three days? Her white button-up was wrinkl
Millions In Just A Week
1:58 AM.Bytegold: $70.Neo's fingers hovered over the keyboard. His heart hammered.'Come on. Come on.'1:59 AM.The article dropped. He watched it spread across forums, social media, trading channels."Bytegold Security Flaw Discovered - Major Vulnerability Exposed"Complete bullshit. The article would be debunked within the hour. But for now—Panic.The price started dropping.$68.$65.$60.Neo waited. Forced himself to wait.$55.$52.$49."Bingo!"He executed.Bought $500,000 worth of Bytegold at $49 per coin. About 10,204 coins added to his stash.The transaction confirmed. His hands were shaking.'Did I time it right? Did I—'2:08 AM.The correction started.$52.$58.$65.By 2:30 AM, Bytegold was back to $70.Neo's $500,000 investment was now worth $714,000.$214,000 profit in half an hour.He laughed. Couldn't help it. A sharp, slightly manic sound that echoed in the empty motel room.'Holy shit. Holy shit, it worked.'–––––––––––By morning, SilverChain hit $0.09.Seventy-t
Watching Their Every Move
The monitoring software ran smoothly. Feeds updating every second. Audio clear. Video sharp.Neo added modules. Facial recognition to track who came and went. Voice analysis to detect stress patterns. Behavioral algorithms to predict their next moves.The system learned. Adapted. Became smarter with every hour.By week's end, Neo had a complete profile of the Carver family's routines.Cassandra woke at 7 AM. Coffee, newspaper, yoga.Douglas left for his office at 9 AM. Came home at 6 PM. Drank heavily most evenings.Mark worked from home. Spent hours online. Still searching for the missing coins.And Alina—Alina was the wildcard.She left the house at odd hours. Met with people Neo couldn't identify. Had conversations she thought were private.But Neo heard everything.Recorded everything.Saved everything.'Soon,' he thought, watching her leave the estate again. 'Very soon, all of this comes crashing down on you.'–––––––––––His phone buzzed. Alert from his trading account.Bytegol