Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!-Chapter 267: Volkov (2)

Noah's breakfast waited on the center island—a perfect spread of luxury and nutrition.

A steaming omelet made with truffle oil and organic egg whites.

Fresh avocado toast on artisanal sourdough.

A bowl of Greek yogurt topped with Manuka honey, acai, and fresh berries.

Noah took a seat, scrolling through overnight reports on his phone.

After finishing his food, Selena swooped in to clear the plates with practiced efficiency. She maintained the kitchen with the same precision she brought to her cooking—immaculate, organized, perfect.

Noah checked his phone.

7:40 AM.

His first class started at 8:00, with Volkov's demonstration scheduled for 9:05 right after. Perfect timing.

Noah snagged his keys from the silver bowl by the door and headed out.

The Lykan Hypersport waited like a predator in front of the mansion.

The engine roared to life, a sound that was half mechanical beast, half war cry. Noah smiled.

He hit the campus with three minutes to spare, sliding the multi-million-dollar hypercar into an empty spot near the front of the lot.

A student in a BMW had been eyeing a slot near Noah's, but one look at the Lykan and he quickly reconsidered.

'I couldn't afford fixing this in a lifetime if I made any mistake,' the guy thought, immediately searching for another spot.

Noah strode into the lecture hall at 8:03.

The professor continued lecturing without glancing at Noah who was slightly late. At university, teachers wouldn't care whether you came late or arrived early. It wasn't their job to give you lessons on how to structure your life, and they simply didn't care.

The lecture—Advanced Biochemical Pathways—would have challenged most first-year medical students.

Noah answered two complex questions without opening his textbook, corrected a minor error on one of the slides, and casually referenced three recent research papers that even the professor hadn't read yet.

By 8:45, he'd established complete dominance. Just as planned.

He wouldn't be able to recruit talent with no presence inside the lectures. He had to make himself stand out.

"Remember," Professor Parker said as students began packing up, "your research proposals are due Friday. I expect nothing less than publication quality."

A crowd had already formed outside. Lucas paced near the entrance, his hoodie replaced with a button-up shirt. He was trying too hard.

"There you are!" he called when he spotted him. "They're only letting in people with invitation cards. Do you still have yours?"

Noah nodded.

"I do," He said, flashing his card.

The security guard checked their cards before nodding and stepping aside to let them in.

They filed into the demonstration room where a quantum computing setup dominated the center.

Sleek, minimalist. Around it, thirty chairs were arranged in a semicircle. Important professors and select students filled most of them already.

Noah then led Lucas to a seat.

The clock soon hit 9:05.

Volkov stood, commanding attention without raising his voice.

"Welcome to the future," he said simply. "Let me show you what Aurora can do."

Volkov tapped a sleek control panel. The quantum computer hummed to life, displays lighting up around the room.

"Today's computational systems face three critical bottlenecks," Volkov began, his accent barely detectable. "Processing speed. Energy consumption. Heat generation."

His fingers danced across the controls. Data streams appeared on every screen.

"Aurora eliminates Two."

For the next twenty minutes, Volkov demonstrated processing capabilities that made Lucas gasp audibly. Complex protein folding simulations completed in seconds. Weather pattern predictions with accuracy levels that seemed impossible.

Noah watched not the demonstrations, but Volkov himself. The Russian moved with confidence, but there was tension in his shoulders. His eyes kept flickering to a door at the back of the room.

"Now," Volkov said, "let's see something truly revolutionary."

He loaded a new program. The system's cooling fans intensified.

"This is a simulation of a neural architecture that can—"

The door burst open. Three men in suits entered, eyes scanning the room before locking onto Volkov.

Noah glanced lazily at the three men in suits, his clairvoyance skill had already scanned their body for any weapons they carried.

'They don't have any weapons, so they are not threats at all...Well, it's not like they would be, even with guns.' He thought.

'Government. Russian, based on their stance.' He thought.

Volkov's expression flickered – annoyance, not fear.

"My apologies," he said smoothly. "It seems my colleagues have arrived earlier than expected."

The tallest suit whispered something in Volkov's ear. His face hardened.

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"I must cut our demonstration short," Volkov announced. "Technical issues require my immediate attention."

Disappointed murmurs spread through the crowd.

Noah glanced at Volkov as he was about to head through the door.

"Mr. Volkov."

Volkov turned around, slightly surprised by a student calling his name.

"Yes?"

"What if I told you, the energy consumption issue you have been facing is simple to fix."

"What?" His voice broke softly.

Noah could practically see the gears turning in Volkov's mind. Aurora had conquered two problems—processing speed and heat generation—but energy consumption remained the stubborn roadblock. The one thing preventing his quantum system from true commercial viability.

The men next to Volkov nudged him. One whispered urgently in his ear.

"I'm sorry, young man. We can talk another time," Volkov said, already turning away.

The suited man whispered again, more insistently.

Volkov weighed his options, after a few seconds of thinking he decided to not risk it.

'Just some college kid making wild claims.'

Noah smiled. Just one word. That's all he needed.