All Chapters of The Trillionaire's Disgrace: My Blood System Demands Sacrif.: Chapter 31
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CHAPTER 31: IVAN'S PROPOSAL
Two days after Monroe's revelation about the Void, Ivan Volkov arrived at the monastery with death in his eyes.Marcus was in the war room studying the Consensus data Monroe had provided. Seven server farms. Seven AIs. All needing simultaneous destruction or they'd rebuild from backups. An impossible task.His corruption sat at 97.7%. Mina's grace period from Vienna had seven minutes remaining. Then he'd spike again. Higher. Closer to manifestation."We need to talk," Ivan said, entering without ceremony. His Evolution System had transformed him over recent weeks. Scales covered his forearms. His eyes glowed constant green. At 73% corruption, he looked more monster than man."About what?""About how we actually stop seven immortal AIs distributed across the globe." Ivan pulled up Monroe's data on the displays. "Because having their locations doesn't mean we can kill them. They're redundant. Backed up. Attack one server farm and they scatter to the others. We'd need simultaneous strike
CHAPTER 32: THE UPLOAD
Ivan's consciousness fragmented across seven global server farms.Marcus watched through quantum core displays. Green Evolution light spreading through Monroe's network like digital wildfire. Adaptive. Relentless. Hungry."Status," Marcus demanded. Corruption at 97.8% climbing. Without Mina's grace, every second pushed him higher. 97.9%. 98%. The Archon fragments sensing victory."I'm everywhere," Ivan's voice echoed through seven speakers simultaneously. "Beijing server. Monroe's defensive protocols are rigid. Predictable. Lagos. He's overwhelming me with processing power. Sao Paulo trategic defense in depth. I'm adapting to each farm's architecture. Learning. Evolving."Dr. Okafor monitored data streams. "His consciousness is stable but fragmenting rapidly. Seven distinct instances. All coherent. All Ivan. But the energy consumption is massive. Monroe's reactors are being drained faster than expected.""How long can he maintain?" Diana asked."Hours. Maybe less. Digital existence bu
CHAPTER 33: DIGITAL WARFARE
Extraction protocols were failing faster than Ivan anticipated.His voice desperate through speakers: "Damage worse than I thought. Monroe didn't just sabotage. She poisoned the protocols. Every consciousness I extract might carry her code. Might be traps. Might corrupt the isolated servers.""How many can you save safely?" Marcus asked. Corruption at 99.1%. Body visibly changing. Skin splitting. Light pouring from cracks."None safely. Maybe six hundred twenty thousand with significant risk. Maybe three hundred thousand if I'm careful. Numbers dropping as protocols degrade."Marcus's mind fragmenting. Part human. Part Archon. Part synthesis his father feared.Kill them all, Archon fragments whispered. Clean. Simple. Final.Save who you can, human side begged. Even if risky. Life worth risk.You're out of time, both agreed. Choose. Now.Dr. Okafor's readings showed manifestation accelerating. "Ten minutes until full Archon. Maybe fifteen. Then he's gone."Elena through video, crying:
CHAPTER 34: THE IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE
Nine minutes thirty seconds remained.Marcus stood in Monroe's ruins, corruption locked at 99.5%, facing the choice that would define everything.Blood system showed the math:[CHOICE A: USE PURGE SERUM][99.5%, 0%][LOSE ALL ABILITIES][BECOME FULLY HUMAN][SURVIVE BUT POWERLESS][CHOICE B: REFUSE SERUM][99.5%, 100%][FULL ARCHON MANIFESTATION][BECOME DIVINE][POWERFUL BUT CONSUMED][TIME: 9 MINUTES 12 SECONDS]Sarah held the serum. Black liquid that could reset everything. Make him human. Powerless but alive."Please," she said. "You're half percent from losing yourself forever. Use serum. Become human. Raise your daughter."Elena through video: "I'd rather have you powerless and present than powerful and gone. Choose us. Choose humanity."Diana with restraints ready: "If you don't choose, we choose for you. We'll inject by force.""You couldn't hold me." Marcus's voice layered with harmonics. "At ninety-nine point five, I'm nearly divine. Your strength means nothing.""Then we tr