The son in law with a God level system

Chapter 5

The morning sun shone into the fancy apartment, making everything look bright and fancy, just like Adrian’s life there. He was surrounded by expensive things, and the people who worked there moved around him like he was just a part of the background. Breakfast was tough. Isabella was at the table, acting like she was in charge, which she always did. Her voice was sharp and loud, like a whip, and she laughed at things that made Adrian look bad.

“You really need to try harder, Adrian,” she said, looking at her morning paper like it was boring. “If you knew even a little about how money works, you wouldn’t look so… useless.”

She said it in a careful way, meant to hurt just enough to keep her control, not to be a big fight. Adrian listened, like he always did, letting her words slide off him. But inside, something had started to change. The system’s quiet voice had become his friend, reminding him of things, giving him ideas, and giving him little rewards.

“She always acts the same,” the system said. “Her feelings are easy to see. There’s a small way to influence her. Your job: make a small change – with money and people. Reward: you’ll understand more.”

Adrian took a sip of his coffee, letting the bitter taste keep him grounded as he thought about the day. He still acted like he was under her control, like he was just something she owned, but inside, he was starting to try out the power the system gave him. He didn't hurry. He didn’t announce what he was doing. Instead, he thought, he planned, and he acted in small ways that no one could see yet.

By the middle of the morning, he was in the study, with lots of papers, charts, and the quiet sound of the air conditioner. He opened his computer, and the light from the screen showed the quiet determination in his eyes. The system had given him his first small mission: find a small investment that wasn’t doing well and was connected to Isabella’s people, and then gently push it to make it more valuable. It seemed like a small thing, but the system said the result would spread through her connections in ways no one would see.

Adrian looked at the information, following the links between hidden investors, people who owned small parts of things, and accounts that weren’t managed well. The patterns that used to be confusing now were clear, which quietly excited him. A gut feeling he hadn’t used in years was now made stronger by the system, letting him guess what people who thought they were safe would do. With careful clicks and small changes, he started to guide the investment, moving it towards a hidden chance that promised not just money but also proving he was right.

He stopped for a moment, imagining Isabella walking by, glancing into the study. She wouldn’t see the small win he was creating, wouldn’t understand that the man she insulted every day was quietly changing the rules of their shared life. That thought made a small, hidden smile appear on his face. For the first time, he didn’t feel weak.

The afternoon went by with him watching quietly. Adrian did small tasks with practiced patience, noticing how Isabella talked to her helpers. Every look, small smile, every moment of hesitation was written down in his mind, a list of chances waiting to be used. The system’s hum was always there, guiding him to make small adjustments and rewarding him with small but clear increases in his understanding.

“You got another reward: you’re better at noticing things. You can now measure how people feel. Your brain is better at figuring out chances.”

By the early evening, Adrian was answering a message from Clara Whitfield. She had contacted him about a charity event she was organizing, asking for help with sponsors and planning. Their conversation was calm, professional, and yet felt important because they understood each other without saying much. Adrian gave quiet advice, each suggestion careful and thoughtful, and Clara’s thanks, though not loud, stayed in his mind like a quiet, hopeful song.

“Clara Whitfield: could be a friend. She’s easy to influence with feelings. Talking to her later would be good.”

He let himself think for a moment. For so long, being around people had made him feel nervous, ashamed, and unsafe. With Clara, there was none of that. She acted with respect and skill, untouched by the games of money and power that were all around him. Shebdidjtbeven mind getting his number that day. It was as though he was so important. Adrian’s thoughts stayed on her, on the calm certainty of her hand at the party, and he realized she represented more than just liking her or being attracted to her; she was a sign of a life that could exist outside the controlling world of Isabella and her friends.

But even with these quiet wins, the feeling of being trapped in his current life was heavy. Isabella’s constant meanness continued, marked by small embarrassments done with exact care. Clara’s cousin, visiting the apartment for business didn’t like Adrian, so he kept making snide comments and talking down to him all evening. Each insult reminded him of the careful balance he had to keep: if he acted too fast, he would be found out; if he waited too long, the chance might disappear. Patience, the system kept saying, became both his protection and his weapon.

By nightfall, Adrian was back on the balcony, the city spread out before him like a maze of light and dark. He followed the streets with his eyes, noticing the hidden lines of power and possibility that moved through Ardentia. The system’s hum went through his mind, soft and steady:

“You were right. The job is going well. Get ready for the third mission. The chance of success: going up.”

He breathed out, letting the cool night air wash over him, and let himself imagine what could happen. Each small win, each quiet change, was a step on the path to getting his life back. He could feel his power growing—not loud, not showy, but exact, controlled, and always moving forward. The excitement of being in charge was strong because he had to hold himself back.

A soft sound signaled another message from Clara. Her words were friendly, polite, and didn’t know anything about the hidden plans swirling around them. Adrian read each line carefully, noticing the way she sounded, when she wrote, and what she emphasized. She wrote about small problems at the event, about sponsors who were hesitant, about small obstacles that might stop her careful plans. Adrian answered with the same care, offering answers and advice that would let her work succeed without him showing what he was doing.

The two sides of his life—acting like he was weak in public and getting stronger in private—felt like a second skin. He moved quietly, like he was invisible, yet with each step he made small changes in the hidden connections of Ardentia’s important people. Isabella continued to get everyone’s attention, laugh at him, and ignore him, but Adrian didn’t feel hurt. His mind was no longer stuck on being embarrassed; it was focused on what could happen next.

By the time he finally sat down in the study, the apartment was quiet except for the distant sound of traffic and the soft whir of a cleaning robot, Adrian felt a calm sense of waiting. The system’s third job was ready, a careful step up that promised not only a reward but a deeper understanding of the networks that controlled both business and power in Ardentia. The night seemed to go on forever, a space where he could plan strategies, guess what people would do, and get better at skills he had only just started to explore.

He leaned back in his chair, letting the city lights draw patterns on his face. The system whispered once more, calm, exact, and close:

“Mission three is coming. Choose when to act carefully. Being quiet makes your influence stronger. Watch, guess what will happen, and only act when it’s likely to work. Reward: big. Chance: life-changing.”

“When am I going to start getting financial rewards? Don't deserve it?” he asked the system, rolling his eyes.

“Stay focused. You'll get there soon.” it told him and

Adrian nodded his head. He trusts the system.