All Chapters of RISE OF EDEN WEALTH: WEALTH SYSTEM: Chapter 71
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Stay Safe
The penthouse sat silent at the top of the thirty-second floor, its luxury marred by the chaos below. Adrian stepped inside with urgency, barely sparing the lavish surroundings a glance before striding straight toward the towering glass wall that overlooked the city. He pressed a hand against the windowpane, cool to the touch, and peered down.What greeted him was no different from the horror he’d witnessed hours ago—only now, it seemed worse. Smoke drifted like tendrils through broken streets, fire flickered in alleys, and the agonizing screams of civilians were muffled by distance but ever present. The Pawns—those twisted, mindless vampires—still prowled the ground, chasing people like rabid dogs. He narrowed his eyes, scanning deeper.Odd. No sign of the mutated beasts from earlier. No towering brutes, no grotesque spider-limbed freaks.“Could they have migrated toward more populated areas?” he muttered.A noise behind him made him turn. One by one, the Knights entered the penthous
Rising Fortress
Mission: Secure a FortThe air in the penthouse was thick with sweat and anticipation. Steel-clad knights lined the walls like sardines in a tin can, their helmets reflecting the pale flicker of ceiling lights. Adrian Richardson stood by the panoramic windows, arms crossed, watching the distant horizon where smoke curled from fires long lost to the dead.He turned slowly to face the assembled troops—summoned knights in formation, waiting on his word. "We’ve got a job ahead of us," Adrian said, voice firm. "This isn't just about killing vampiress. It's about carving out a sanctuary."He stepped away from the window, walking across the hardwood floor, boots thudding softly. “This plan—this mission—was made with the first ten of you I brought into this world. You know how ugly things can get. The objective is clear: secure all three condominium towers. Every floor. Every unit. Every bathroom. Nothing lives unless I say it does.”A few of the knights stirred at his tone—less alarmed, more
From The University
Several hours earlier...The sky outside had already begun to darken, a dusky purple bleeding through the clouds as evening crept across the city. The lights in the hallways flickered with inconsistent power, and the once-vibrant campus of the Technological Engineering Institute had become a place of fearful whispers and cold silence.Inside a third-floor classroom, the windows were barricaded with desks and metal chairs, and the doors were reinforced with what little furniture the students could find. The air was stale, thick with anxiety, sweat, and the quiet static of fear. A dozen university students, most still in uniform, clustered in uneasy silence around a single figure near the window.Raina stood tall, her long silver hair catching the weak light that filtered through the blinds. Her posture was graceful, though tense, like a dancer in the moment before a leap. She held her phone tightly to her chest after ending a call, her fingers trembling as she turned to face the others
Before The Action
The makeshift command room on the top floor of the high-rise was silent except for the quiet rustle of plastic and the hum of generators somewhere below. Adrian sat cross-legged on a steel table, surrounded by several neatly stacked boxes stamped MRE - SYSTEM SUPPLY. He peeled back the cardboard of one packet like it was an alien artifact.“So this is what the military eats during the end of the world,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.A few feet away, Mark stood alert, arms behind his back, waiting for instructions. His expression was calm, composed, with the distinct bearing of someone who knew what he was doing.“Mark,” Adrian called out, holding up a sealed brown pouch. “Be honest with me—how the hell do you eat this thing?”Mark approached with a faint smile. “Is there something you need, sir?”Adrian raised the MRE as if it might explode. “Yeah. I’ve never touched one of these in my life. I’ve seen them in movies. That’s about it.”“Ah, understood. Allow me.” Mark
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: The Loud Answer
Morning came with an unusual energy.Before sunrise had fully painted Alerion City gold, news alerts were already buzzing across phones, tablets, and office screens.Something big was happening.Inside Eden Royalty Headquarters, employees arrived earlier than usual, whispering among themselves as large digital displays in the lobby showed a countdown timer.02:14:36No explanation.No announcement.Just a ticking clock.Clarice stood near the reception desk, calmly directing staff despite the growing curiosity around her.“Yes, everyone will be informed soon,” she told a manager patiently. “Please proceed with normal duties.”“But Miss Woods,” the man insisted, lowering his voice, “investors are calling nonstop. They want to know what this countdown means.”Clarice gave a small professional smile.“Then tell them to keep watching.”The answer spread quickly through the building.Keep watching.Upstairs, Dean stood inside his office, jacket off, sleeves rolled slightly. Several documen
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR: Powers Collide
The celebration did not last long.By morning, Alerion City had changed its tone.Where excitement filled headlines the previous day, analysis replaced admiration overnight.News anchors no longer sounded impressed.They sounded curious.And curiosity, Dean knew, was far more dangerous.Inside Eden Royalty Headquarters, the atmosphere felt sharper than usual. Employees worked efficiently, but conversations were quieter. Screens across departments displayed financial channels dissecting the Eden International Financial District announcement from every possible angle.Clarice walked quickly toward Dean’s office, her heels tapping softly against the marble floor.She knocked once.“Come in,” Dean’s voice replied.He stood near the window again, reading reports on a transparent tablet. Philip remained nearby, scanning security updates.Clarice didn’t waste time.“We have a problem,” she said.Dean turned calmly. “That was fast.”She handed him the tablet.“Three regulatory agencies issued
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE: The Lines
By 8 a.m., financial media across Alerion City carried the same headline:“Eden Royalty Under Federal Review — Is Rapid Expansion Too Good To Be True?”Inside Eden Royalty Headquarters, the energy had shifted completely from celebration to controlled urgency.Employees worked faster, voices lowered, footsteps sharper. Phones rang nonstop. Investor emails flooded inboxes faster than assistants could respond.Clarice Woods stood at the operations desk, issuing instructions one after another without pause.“Legal team to Conference Room B.”“Yes, confirm full cooperation with regulators.”“No speculation statements. Only verified responses.”Her calm voice became the anchor holding the building steady.Yet even she felt the pressure pressing down.An assistant approached nervously.“Miss Woods… reporters are asking if Eden Royalty is facing criminal investigation.”Clarice didn’t hesitate.“Tell them the company welcomes transparency.”The assistant blinked. “That’s it?”Clarice nodded.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX: The Hearing
Morning arrived heavy and gray, as if Alerion City itself understood something important was about to happen. News vans lined the streets long before business hours began. Reporters rehearsed statements while camera crews adjusted angles toward the grand marble building of the Alerion Chamber of Commerce. Today’s hearing was no longer just a regulatory meeting. It had become a public spectacle. And everyone knew why. Eden Wealth versus the old powers. Inside Eden Royalty Mansion, Dean adjusted his cufflinks while standing before the mirror. His suit was simple but precise — dark charcoal, clean lines, nothing flashy. Control, not display. Philip entered quietly. “Perimeter secured,” he reported. “Two escort vehicles ready.” Dean nodded. “Media presence?” “Massive,” Philip replied. “They’re treating this like a trial.” Dean gave a faint smile. “That means Clinton succeeded.” Philip frowned slightly. “You still walking into this calmly?” Dean picked up his watch and fast
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN: The Price Of Power
The message arrived at exactly 8:10 a.m.Clarice noticed it first.Dean had barely stepped into his office at Eden Royalty when she followed him in, tablet clutched tightly against her chest, her expression unusually tense. She normally moved with calm efficiency, but today there was urgency in her steps.“Sir,” she said carefully, closing the door behind her. “You’ve been summoned.”Dean paused midway to his desk and slowly removed his suit jacket.“Summoned?” he repeated, amused. “I don’t remember joining the military again.”Clarice didn’t smile.“It’s from the Chamber of Commerce.”That made him stop.The room grew quiet.Dean turned fully toward her, eyes sharpening. “The COC?”She nodded and handed him the tablet.The official seal glowed on the screen — formal, polished, and unmistakably powerful.MANDATORY ATTENDANCE REQUESTCOC Executive Council Headquarters — 12:00 PMDean read it once.Then again.His jaw tightened slightly, though his expression remained calm.“So,” he mur
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: Quiet Preparations
The city slept. But Eden Royalty did not.By two in the morning, the top floor lights still burned, turning the glass walls into glowing mirrors against the dark skyline. Inside, tension moved like electricity through every room.Dean stood alone by the window of his office, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. Lagos stretched endlessly beneath him — traffic lights blinking, distant horns echoing faintly, life continuing without knowing a silent war had begun above it.He held a glass of water untouched in his hand.His reflection stared back at him.Calm.Focused.Dangerous.Behind him, the office doors opened quietly.Clarice stepped in carrying a stack of files and her laptop. Her hair was slightly messy now, a rare sign she had been working nonstop.“I’ve finished compiling everything we could find on the council members,” she said.Dean didn’t turn immediately. “And?”She exhaled slowly. “You were right. None of them are clean.”That made him smile faintly.“Good,” he said. “Let’s be