The son in law with a God level system

Chapter 6

The city of Ardentia spread out below Adrian like a shiny maze. Tall buildings caught the last bits of sunlight and threw them back in bright flashes that bounced off the windows. From his spot high up on the city streets, the city seemed alive, a mix of stories and dreams connected by hidden lines that only he could see right now. Evening was slowly falling, covering the city in a soft, orange glow. Adrian walked with slow, careful steps, each one a rhythm that matched the quiet hum in his head.

The system’s voice, which he now knew well and felt close to, was clear and strong. It was in his thoughts and what he saw, with a sharp, machine-like sound that felt almost comforting because it was always there.

“Watch. Change things just a little. Your job: make sure a certain stock deal goes well without anyone noticing. Keep an eye on the important people. Don’t get caught. Reward: you’ll have more control. You’ll probably succeed if you watch before you act.”

Adrian’s heart beat a little faster with the importance of the job. Even though he still looked like the same quiet person who put up with Isabella’s mean words and the Voss family’s judging looks, inside his mind was working as perfectly as the system’s instructions. The job was tricky. If he pushed too hard, the world might notice. If he was too slow, the chance would disappear.

He walked through the streets like a chess player, watching how people talked. He saw business people, workers on the street, and fancy people whose actions showed small changes in who had power. There was beauty in normal things: the way light hit the side of a bag, the way two people’s hands paused for a moment on a balcony railing, the way you could feel the tension when an argument ended without any loud talking. Adrian remembered everything, making mental notes that would later help him make small changes to guide things just a little bit in his favor.

He stopped for a moment on a bridge looking over the middle of the city. He let the wind bring him the smells of rain and car fumes, of food cooking from street stands and the far-off smell of fancy restaurants. It was exciting, this deep knowing of a city that used to feel too big for him. Where he used to be invisible, he now felt like a hidden beat in the city’s veins, quiet but impossible to ignore.

“You’ve watched enough. Small changes are ready. Only do them when they fit how people act. You’ll probably be successful about seventy-eight percent of the time. Get ready for your reward.”

Adrian let himself give a small, private smile, hidden by the shadow of his hat. Even this small success—quietly controlling things in a world that had always made fun of him—was more exciting than any public praise he had never received. He could almost imagine the city whispering, a soft agreement that his influence was starting to take hold.

By the time he got back to the Voss apartment, the evening was dark and soft. Lights twinkled in the distance, and the apartment itself shone like a crystal castle, hard and cold. But as he walked in, the usual cold feeling of being looked down on and controlled pressed on him, heavier than the night air outside. He had barely walked through the door when a sharp, demanding voice broke the silence.

“You! Where have you been all day?” Isabella’s mother, Vivienne Voss, stood at the bottom of the stairs, her arms crossed, her stare like a sharp point digging into him. “Do you think a husband can relax while his wife’s business is in trouble? Do you think I would put up with being lazy like that from anyone else?”

Adrian bowed a little, holding back the rush of excitement inside him that the system’s jobs had given him. He couldn’t show what he had been doing, couldn’t explain that every moment she thought he was ignoring things had been a planned step toward victories no one could see. To admit it would risk being laughed at, found out, and losing the precious secret that the system needed.

“I… I’m sorry, Mother Voss,” he said calmly, his voice steady and respectful. “I was taking care of… some things that needed my attention.”

Vivienne’s eyes got smaller, and she stepped closer, her presence filling the space like loud thunder. Before he could say anything else, a sharp slap hit his cheek, and the feeling went through his whole body. Adrian didn’t move more than he naturally would, taking the pain and the shame, just like he had learned to do. His face felt hot, but inside, his mind was calm, focused, and full of possibilities.

“You’re more useless than ever!” Vivienne spat, her words like poison. “Even today, you can’t show even a tiny bit of being able to do something. Your wife… your wife deserves someone who can do things, and yet you stay like a shadow, a problem, a… nobody!”

Adrian nodded once, low and formal. “Yes, Mother Voss.” He didn’t argue or try to defend himself. To fight here would show more weakness than just putting up with it. He wore the shame like a heavy coat, but it was needed, hiding the secret of the power that was slowly growing around him.

Isabella walked into the room at that moment, her heels making a clicking sound on the shiny floor. The air around her was a mix of looking down on him and being curious. She didn’t say anything, didn’t step in, and Adrian felt the faint, almost invisible pleasure she got from seeing him hurt. Her attention, like her laughs at breakfast before, was always planned to remind him of his place.

But in the quiet hum of her watching him, Adrian felt no fear. The system had changed him, even in this hard place of being controlled. Every job he finished, every small change he made during the day, had made a network of chances stronger that she couldn’t see. And now, as she watched, he knew that every insult, every slap, every mean word would be like a quiet weight that would help him rise in the end.

Later that evening, Adrian went back to the balcony again, the city lights stretching out forever before him. He leaned on the railing, listening to the far-off sounds of cars, the quiet calls of street vendors closing up, the soft laughs from places of entertainment. The system’s voice came back, soft and steady, saying the day’s work was good and giving him the third job:

“Mission three is coming. Watch the people you need to. Change things without being noticed. Get ready to use money and social power. You have a seventy-five percent chance of success. The risk is there, but you can handle it. Reward: you’ll get a lot more control.”

Adrian’s mind buzzed with excitement. Each job had been a test of patience and how well he could see things, and each win, though small and invisible to the world, had given him a feeling of power he had never imagined. Now, with the third job coming up, the things at stake felt real, solid, and exciting in a way he had long thought impossible.

He took a moment to think of Clara, how calm she was at that party, how her hand had steadied him against the marble wall, the quiet respect she showed in how she acted. Her presence had become a quiet anchor, a reminder that not all relationships in his life would be about being insulted, having power, or tricking people. She was the balance to the constant meanness of Isabella and her family—a quiet, human force that reminded him there was more to life than just surviving.

“You’re watching: Clara Whitfield—she’s trustworthy. Her emotions can help you. It’s a good idea to protect her. You’ll have more chances to interact with her.”

Adrian let out a slow breath, letting the night wrap around him. Every challenge and system job, was not just a test of planning; it was practice for a life he intended to take back. The day had been hard—slaps, scolding, being embarrassed—but it had also been a day of unseen wins, of invisible changes spreading through money connections and social groups. He had endured the punishment, hidden his progress, and now the system promised more—a third, more complicated step toward the life that had been kept from him for so long.

He stood on the balcony, looking down at the city that had once seemed too big, too uncaring. Now it sparkled with possibilities, a living map of paths he could follow, each street a way to influence things, each tall building proof of the power that could be quietly organized. The hum in his mind was comforting, a machine-like but personal presence that promised he was no longer powerless.

The night grew darker around him, and as the first stars appeared over Ardentia, Adrian allowed himself a quiet, private promise: no insult, no embarrassment, no mean words from Isabella or her family would define him again. Each hit, each harsh word, each planned dismissal would be taken in, remembered, and used to quietly build a power that no one in the Voss family could yet see.