The Billionaire Scientists’ System:Ten Geniuses. One Mission

Chapter 3: The First Quest

The Mombasa heat hit Adrian like a body blow—a wet, sticky shroud packed with salt, diesel, and rot. Sweat clung to his shirt, a chilling reversal of the antiseptic chill of his penthouse. Across from him, where he stood atop the rise, stretched the Kibarani slum: a network of corrugated iron shacks, twisting lanes, and weathered pipes. Kids played in grey water. Women waited in line at a broken faucet that bled two hours of water per day. Behind it, a polluted river ran by like a vein of venom.

The System's interface glowed coldly over the scene, as if provoking chaos.

ACTIVE QUEST: PROOF OF CONCEPT – PHASE ONE

OBJECTIVE: SUPPLY SUSTAINABLE CLEAN WATER TO 10,000 KIBARANI SLUM RESIDENTS

TIME LIMIT: 7 DAYS

CURRENT PROGRESS: 0/10,000

Ten thousand people. Seven days.

"Your board would faint if they saw you now," a voice whispered in his ear, British and crisp.

Dr. Aris Voss appeared beside him, unruffled by the heat. He regarded the slum as an insect scientist. "The cost of this little experiment is obscene. The ROI? Negative infinity. Economic madness."

The ROI is ten thousand people not dying of cholera," Adrian stated grimly. He'd already spent millions on renting jets, renting a compound, and hiring local staff. The other eight "selected" were still on their way, but Voss—always impatient to get the data—had shown up first.

Voss smiled. "Sentimentality. The System chose us for functionality, not sentiment. It chose us for efficiency. And there are better ways of shaving mortality rates than a utopian water park."

The interface pulsed.

SYSTEM ALERT: POLITICAL OBSTRUCTION DETECTED

A file blinked: Mr. Ochieng, water official here. Offshore bank accounts. Bribes from a water cartel profiteering on the suffering of the slum.

"Our permits are stuck," Adrian grumbled.

"Then block them," Voss stated curtly. "The System even provides us with bargaining power. It wants to know whether you will use it. Defy, and we lose. Lose, and we all die."

He turned back toward the warehouse they had commandeered as a headquarters. "I'll write a packet for Mr. Ochieng. Something convincing."

Adrian stood stockstill in the heat, his gut twisting. Blackmail? Was that leadership?

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He tried the up-front way. Appointments with elders, awkward and stiff. A handshake with Ochieng, highly promising, requesting "consultation fees," and delivering nothing. The permits were kept under wraps.

TIME REMAINING: 5 DAYS

PROGRESS: 0/10,000

Dr. Li Chen appeared on the third day. Calm, systematic, she strode down to the river, took a water sample, and sequenced it.

Pathogen load is catastrophic," she replied. "Filtration is failing. We need a nano-mesh, which can be locally produced." She turned to Adrian. "You are trapped."

"Politically," he admitted.

Chen nodded slowly. "Then start where you will not be politically constrained. Build the catchment and the solar panels on land you already own. Show progress."

It was a spark of momentum. Adrian seized it.

But the next morning, as crews set posts, a convoy of rusted water trucks screeched up. Men spilled out with machetes and rifles. The foreman froze.

“They claim you’re stealing their water,” Jomo, the young contractor, translated nervously. “They work for the cartel. Ochieng’s people.”

SYSTEM ALERT: HOSTILE ACTION DETECTED  

SIDE QUEST: SECURE THE SITE  

OBJECTIVE: NEUTRALIZE THREAT, MAINTAIN MOMENTUM

Adrian's heart was racing. Voss stood in the doorway of the warehouse, smiling faintly.

Then a clear voice cut through the standoff—in Swahili, effortlessly. A woman stepped out, small but firm, a camera strap around her neck. She spoke to the gun-holding men with such urgency that they hesitated.

"Who is she?" Adrian asked.

"Elena Marquez," breathed Jomo. "Journalist. She exposed the port's child labor. They fear her reports."

Elena turned to Adrian, eyes blazing and unwavering. "Dr. Kane? Get your people back to work. These goons were just leaving."

"Why would they?"

"Because I just told them their faces are going to meet my live feed—and the UN is already watching. Isn't that right?" She locked eyes with the ringleader.

After an awkward silence, curses muttered, the cartel enforcers retreated.

Elena stood, expressionless. "I came to expose a publicity stunt by a billionaire. Now I see you've managed to offend the correct people. That tells me that you're dead serious. The question is whether you'll cave, or whether you'll hold on to their water."

They stung. A reflection of his own weakness.

Adrian made his choice. He opened Ochieng's file—not to hire as blackmail, but as ammunition. He sealed it and deposited it directly into Elena's inbox.

"Read your mail," he told her. "That's your story. Burn him with it."

Her phone beeped. Reading the document, incredulity solidified into conviction. "This… is enough to bring him down."

"Use it, then," Adrian told her.

She looked at him for a long time, respect shining in her eyes. "They'll come harder now."

"Let them," Adrian said, steel in his tone. "I have a mission."

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By the break of the seventh day, the first nano-mesh filter was finished. In front of a thousand-strong audience, Adrian gestured to Jomo. The switch was thrown.

A pure arc of water erupted into the sun. Children wept with laughter, extending their hands. An old lady wept when she drank.

Adrian stood in awe, exhilarated, witnessing life flow back into a dying area.

QUEST COMPLETE  

10,000/10,000 PROVIDED WITH CLEAN WATER  

REWARD: HYDRO-ENGINEERING KNOWLEDGE (TIER 2) +100 CREDITS

Knowledge flooded his mind—fluid dynamics, aquifer systems, theory of purification. His knees almost buckled under the gush.

But first, before he could draw breath, new text burned red:

NEXT QUEST: A HUNGRY PEOPLE

OBJECTIVE: PRODUCE NUTRITIONALLY BALANCED, SUSTAINABLE FOOD FOR 10,000

TIME LIMIT: 14 DAYS

WARNING: HOSTILE CORPORATE INTERESTS NOTIFIED. THREAT LEVEL: ELEVATED

Outside, a black vehicle idled, tinted windows watching. Adrian knew instinctively: the real war had barely begun.

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Adrian remained at the fountain long after the applause began to fade into the distance. The ice-covered water glinted in the sun, but his focus was taken by the shining transparent progress bar on his monitor. It flashed, full and amber, but the following objective was already looming over it like a thunderhead. The System did not take victory laps. There was no stopping, no rest. Only more.

For the first time, he wondered what the System actually was. A machine? A deity? Something in between? Its authority was terrifying—it had shifted money, revealed corruption, arranged their encounter. It distorted not just matter but people to its will. And if it could share knowledge so profound, how extensive was it? He realized, with a shiver, that he wasn't fighting against poverty—he was playing in another person's sandbox that was well beyond human.

Behind him, Voss slowly applauded, the applause dry and sneering. "Congratulations, Kane. You've shown you can be effective and sentimental. A nice combination." His smile was not in his eyes. "But let me make one point clear: this victory has put a bullseye on our backs. The corporations won't forget this. And unlike locals with machetes, they have lawyers, mercenaries, and governments.".

Chen trailed behind them, a smile on her face but with an undertone of seriousness. "They will come for the tech. That water gadget is decades ahead of anything publicly shared. If they can't own it, they will try to bury it. Permanently." Her gaze snapped toward the sedan down the road. "We have to gear up resistance not just in politics, but in power."

Adrian moved away from the reveling crowd. Children splashed in the fountain, their laughter carrying through the diesel-thick air. It struck him then with painful clarity: all solutions would be a struggle. Not against lack—lack was an engineering problem—but against greed, corruption, and power. The System had challenged him not only to engineer abundance. It had set him at odds with the very fabric of the world.

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