Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Chapter 180 Ghost's house

Noah approached the door calmly, his footsteps muffled against the soft ground.'Do I knock like a polite guest, or do I make things a little more interesting?'

His expression was unreadable. Standing before the wooden door, he raised his knuckles and rapped on it lightly.

knock-knock.

Seconds ticked by, and the silence remained.

His ears scanned for any sound on the other side, but there was nothing—no shuffling, no voices, not even the creak of the floorboards.

He exhaled through his nose, his lips pressing into a thin line. Raising his hand again, he knocked a second time.

knock-knock.

Still, there was no answer.

His eyes narrowed as he stepped back slightly, glancing at the edges of the door.

'What's going on here?' he thought, scanning the surroundings briefly.

Shrugging off the silence, Noah reached into his system inventory, his fingers closing around a small, nondescript lockpick. With a quick flick of his wrist, it appeared in his hand, gleaming faintly. He knelt slightly, positioning himself close to the door while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Seeing no movement nearby, he inserted the lockpick into the keyhole and manipulated the tumblers inside with quick movements.

Click.

The lock gave way almost immediately, the door creaking softly as it shifted open. Noah stood, pocketing the lockpick as he pushed the door inward just enough to slip inside. He stepped over the threshold with quietness.

The moment he was inside, he closed the door behind him, the latch clicking faintly into place.

The air in the room was stale, carrying a very faint scent of something metallic.

His senses sharpened, and Noah scanned the space. Every creak of the old floorboards beneath his boots sounded deafening in the stillness. The room was small, barely furnished, with a single table pushed into the corner and a few chairs scattered haphazardly. On the far wall, a closed door led to what he assumed was another room.

'No sign of anyone,' he thought, moving further inside. 'But this place wasn't abandoned recently. Someone's been here.'

Noah crouched low, his sharp eyes locking onto faint scuff marks on the floor. His fingers brushed over them, tracing the path of whatever had left the trail.

"Someone dragged something heavy—or someone," he muttered under his breath, his tone grim.

His gaze followed the faint trail until it led to a closed door on the far side of the room. A cold, sinking feeling settled in his chest as his mind churned through the possibilities.

Something about this situation didn't sit right.

Standing, Noah reached into his inventory and summoned his Magnum Re

"I've already followed most of the leads," he muttered to himself, his voice low enough that the driver didn't even glance back. His mind raced through the tangled web of connections he had been chasing. "There are only a few more links that I need to check."

His gaze flickered toward the passing streetlights outside the window as he pieced together the chain of events. One link, in particular, stood out. He had been ignoring it or some time, but it was time to finally check it out.

"The guy that was supposed to buy the gold bar," Noah said, his voice barely audible. His fingers stilled, curling into a loose fist. "He might be the one."

A ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. "Time to find out if this so-called loyal customer is really as innocent as Lionel believes."

He settled deeper into his seat, letting his mind run through possible scenarios, questions to ask, and angles to exploit.