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Chapter 11 - To tie a Shroud on the Head

Aryan's room was astonishingly vast from the inside. The massive king-sized bed stood proudly in the center, and near it was a sleek computer setup. The LED screen of the computer was enormous—large enough to rival even professional systems. Not only that, but several VR headsets were neatly placed on the side shelves, probably meant for gaming.

Every object in the room reflected luxury. The decor, the furniture, the lighting—everything was top-notch. The room was so lavish that even the richest man on planet Earth would feel poor standing inside Aryan's chamber.

When Aryan saw it all, he couldn't help but be amazed. He carefully observed each item in the room, then turned toward Rohan and asked,

"Are all these things placed here specially for me? Or does every room in this house have the same setup?"

Hearing Aryan's question, Rohan smiled faintly and replied,

"Young Master, the computer in your room is quite mysterious. Even I don't know much about it. Apart from that, this king-sized bed is exclusive to your room. The paintings hanging on your walls are also unique—you won't find them anywhere else in the mansion. Other than these, everything else in the house is similar."

Aryan nodded in satisfaction. It wasn't that he couldn't tolerate others having the same level of comfort—he simply understood that there must be a difference between the head of the house and the other residents. Such a distinction reminded everyone who truly owned the place.

Then Aryan looked at Rohan again and said calmly,

"I want to take a proper look around my room, so you may leave if you wish."

The moment Rohan heard the order, he immediately stepped out of the room without a trace of hesitation. He had no thoughts of questioning Aryan's command because he knew this was Aryan's first time visiting his own home—curiosity was only natural.

Once Rohan left, Aryan shut the door and walked toward his computer desk. The chair he sat on was incredibly comfortable, designed perfectly for long hours of use.

He pressed the power button, and within just five seconds, the computer booted up completely. Aryan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Paras," he asked, "why is this computer so fast?"

Paras, his AI companion, replied instantly,

"Host, this is no ordinary computer—it's a Quantum Computer."

Aryan froze in disbelief. He didn't fully understand the deep theories of quantum physics, but he had heard about quantum computers—the fastest and most advanced systems ever created. These machines could perform complex calculations and scientific research beyond the reach of conventional technology.

Only a handful of nations and corporations had ever developed functioning quantum computers, and each one had spent billions of dollars trying. Yet, most countries had failed to achieve perfection. Even India, one of the earliest to research the field, had not yet built a fully functional model.

But right here, inside Aryan's personal bedroom, stood a quantum computer.

Paras continued, his tone filled with pride,

"Host, the quantum computers that exist on your planet are only of initial-grade level. However, the one in your room was created by the most powerful civilization in the Milky Way Galaxy. If you were to compare your planet's best quantum computer with the one before you—it would be like comparing an asteroid to the Sun."

Aryan was utterly stunned. He had never even seen a supercomputer in person, and now he was learning that he possessed the most powerful quantum computer in the galaxy. His mind struggled to comprehend the reality of it. He imagined what would happen if the world found out that such a machine existed in his room—people would lose their minds.

Still, Aryan forced himself to stay calm and decided to test it. He input a complex mathematical formula—one that even the most advanced supercomputers on Earth had struggled to solve.

The moment he hit Enter, the solution appeared instantly on the screen.

His astonishment deepened. He entered several more unsolved problems—formulas that humanity had failed to crack for decades—and each one was solved within a fraction of a second.

Aryan leaned back in awe. "Incredible…" he murmured. For the first time, he felt a strange sense of pride and joy. The most powerful computer in existence was his—and his alone.

Just as he was reveling in that thought, the familiar system notification sound echoed in his mind.

Ding!

"Host," Paras said, "someone has hacked into the CCTV cameras of the place where you dealt with those men earlier today."

A faint smirk curled up on Aryan's lips.

"Don't worry," he said coldly. "Just make sure they also catch my car's number plate. Tonight, I'm going to erase all of them—completely."

After saying that, Aryan minimized all windows and opened his favorite game—Royal Battle—and began to play casually.

By the time evening fell, Aryan switched from gaming to leisure. He launched the Vitara App, logged into his account, and began browsing through live streams. Soon, he spotted Navya, one of his favorite streamers, live on air.

Without hesitation, Aryan joined her room and immediately donated 999 virtual castles.

The chat room exploded. Hundreds of fans watching the stream saw Aryan's massive donation and flooded the screen with comments:

"Welcome back, Rich Kid! We thought you wouldn't return today—but you proved us wrong!"

Some of the girls in the chat were completely smitten by his lavish display of wealth. One wrote:

"Hey handsome, would you like my number?"

Another girl replied angrily:

"You witch! Don't even look at my husband—he's mine!"

Then a third girl joined the argument:

"You both are delusional! Stop flirting with my husband!"

A fourth fan wrote boldly:

"Rich Kid, ignore them. I'm your true fan. I'd even bear your child if you wanted."

Reading that, the first three girls fired back instantly:

"Look at her pretending to be innocent while saying such shameless things! The world has truly lost its morals."

The fourth girl retorted in the comments:

"What's wrong with that? I'm simply being honest. I'm his most loyal fan—his only real supporter!"

The chat became chaotic. Aryan shook his head in disbelief, a faint smile crossing his lips.

"I used to think finding girls would be hard," he muttered, amused. "But it turns out, money really does attract them effortlessly. I underestimated the power of wealth."

Meanwhile, Navya was performing live—singing beautifully for her fans. When she noticed that her biggest donor from the previous day had returned and donated another 999 castles, she was genuinely shocked.

She had thought that the mysterious Rich Kid would appear only once, but she hadn't realized just how wealthy he truly was.

While still singing, she sent him a quick message:

"Good evening, Rich Kid! Do you have any favorite song you'd like me to sing for you?"

Aryan replied immediately,

"Of course. There's one I'd love to hear in your voice."

He sent her the title of his favorite song, different from yesterday's request.

When Navya saw the song name, she stopped mid-performance and said to her audience,

"Sorry, friends, but our biggest donor tonight has made a new request. I'll be pausing my current song to sing his favorite one instead. Don't worry—I'll finish this song afterward."

Her fans responded warmly:

"Go ahead, Goddess! We're with you!"

The chat filled with supportive bullet comments, encouraging her.

Navya smiled gratefully and said,

"Thank you, everyone, for understanding. I'm truly grateful for all of you. I promise to always stay true to my fans and never let you down."

The comment section erupted again:

"We trust you, Goddess! You'll never disappoint us! Now sing Rich Kid's song!"

Encouraged by the flood of affection, Navya began singing Aryan's requested song.

The moment her voice filled the stream, the entire audience was enchanted. Her melodic voice carried warmth, charm, and an emotional depth that drew everyone in—including Aryan himself.

Though he was a King-level Initial Stage Warrior, Aryan found himself completely mesmerized by her voice. For a few moments, he forgot everything else.

When the song ended five minutes later, Aryan immediately donated another 999 castles.

Once again, chaos filled the chat. Navya's fans erupted in excitement—some congratulated Aryan, while others jokingly declared their love for him. A few girls even repeated their bold comments about wanting to bear his children.

Aryan couldn't help but laugh softly this time.

He then sent a private message to Navya:

"Miss Navya, I'm leaving your room for now. I have an appointment to attend tomorrow morning. I hope we can meet again tomorrow night."

Aryan entered Chandan Roy's room, where Chandan had already prepared a special place for him. Because of that, Aryan didn't face any trouble getting inside. As soon as he stepped in, his eyes went straight to Chandan's computer screen.

Chandan Roy was in the middle of playing a

Battle Royale game. Being one of the top experts in this genre, his gameplay was exceptionally smooth and impressive. Aryan quietly stood behind him, watching intently for about ten minutes.

Then, without saying a word, Aryan sent 999 Castle gifts to Chandan during the live stream.

The moment Chandan noticed it, he immediately smiled and said cheerfully,

"Viewers! Looks like our 'Rocket Brother' is back again! Let's give him a huge round of applause!"

As soon as Chandan said this, everyone in his streaming room began clapping and cheering. The comment section exploded just like it had earlier in Navya's stream.

Some of the male viewers admired Aryan's confident and calm personality, while the female viewers were fascinated by his luxurious lifestyle and generosity. Aryan, however, didn't take any of this too seriously. Still, he couldn't deny that seeing so many people—especially girls—admiring him gave him a pleasant feeling.

After all, no matter how calm or detached a person might appear, it's human nature to feel good when appreciated. And Aryan was no exception.

At that time, Chandan Roy was playing with his friends. However, one of his teammates suddenly had to leave due to some urgent personal work. Chandan didn't want to waste the opportunity, so he immediately invited Aryan to join his team.

Aryan accepted the invitation without hesitation and instantly became part of Chandan's squad.

When Chandan saw Aryan's username appear on his team list, he smiled and restarted the match. He began explaining the game's mechanics to Aryan, though Aryan was already well-versed in everything. Still, Aryan listened attentively and nodded at every instruction, showing complete focus and respect.

Once Chandan had finished explaining, he said enthusiastically,

"Aryan brother, I hope you've got the hang of it now. Let's begin!"

With that, Chandan started the match again. His setup was powerful — he used a quantum computer, so running such games was effortless.

Aryan quickly got into the rhythm and started playing with remarkable precision. Chandan, who had always considered himself unbeatable, was stunned. Aryan's smooth movements, sharp reflexes, and flawless aiming caught him off guard.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Chandan asked,

"Aryan brother, you play like a pro! Have you played Battle Royale before?"

Aryan chuckled softly and replied,

"Of course, Chandan brother. This is actually one of my favorite games. I've played it several times… though I'm not that good at it."

Hearing that, Chandan nearly cursed aloud in disbelief. He wanted to shout, "Not that good? You just crushed everyone!" but he controlled himself. Instead, he continued playing silently.

The match soon ended — and the results were astonishing. Aryan was declared the *

MVP (Most Valuable Player) of the game, having scored the highest kills and assists.

Chandan couldn't help but grin proudly.

"Aryan brother, you're amazing! You really are an expert. Would you like to join our official team?"

Aryan smiled politely but shook his head.

"I appreciate it, Chandan brother, but I can't. I have a lot of things to take care of at home."

Chandan felt a little disappointed, but he didn't press the matter. He simply nodded and ended the stream with a cheerful goodbye to his viewers.

Meanwhile, Aryan noticed it was already 11:00 p.m. He closed the streaming app "Vitara," stood up, and quietly left the room.

He walked to the parking area and got into the same car whose vehicle number had already been recorded earlier by the CCTV cameras.

As soon as Aryan drove out onto the streets of Mumbai, the city's CCTV network picked him up once again.

Within minutes, Naresh—who had been monitoring the footage—recognized Aryan's car and immediately alerted his men.

He sent out an urgent order:

"Find that person. Don't let him escape this time."

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