The Omni-Tournament Arena. Sector 0.The arena was a massive floating continent, surrounded by billions of spectators from every dimension. In the center of the ring stood The Titan Atlas, a Tier 5 warrior from a high-gravity world. He was four stories tall, his skin made of indestructible obsidian. "IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?!" Atlas roared, his voice cracking the energy shields of the stadium. He had just crushed a famous elven hero with one finger. "Are all Tier 3 and Tier 4 civilizations just insects? Send me a real challenger!"In the VIP Box, Lucas King leaned back, peeling a grape. "He’s loud," Lucas muttered. He turned to the man sitting beside him, who was calmly drinking tea from a jade cup. Emperor Qin was dressed in black imperial robes embroidered with gold nanobots. His Tai’a Sword lay across his knees, humming with the power of a thousand black holes."Old Man," Lucas pointed at the titan. "He’s calling us insects. You going to let that slide?"Qin set down his tea. His eyes

The vault was a labyrinth of white, sterile corridors protected by gravity locks and time-dilation fields. Lucas King walked through the rows of treasures, flanked by Zero and Malak. "Boss, we have 1.2 million items in this branch alone," Zero reported, flipping through a holographic ledger. "90% are high-tier ores and slave contracts. But the 'Red Zone' contains items we couldn't identify. Logic-defying junk."Lucas stopped in front of a heavy, lead-lined door marked with a skull. "Open it."The door hissed open. Inside, sitting on a velvet pedestal, was a dirty, yellowish plastic box with two wired controllers. It looked like a relic from a 20th-century garage sale. It was an 8-bit Game Console. A label attached to it read: [Unknown Artifact #009. Origin: Primitive Earth. Status: Useless. Cannot be powered on.]"A toy?" Malak sniffed the console. "It smells like old plastic and broken dreams. Can I melt it?""Wait," Lucas whispered. [System Skill: Merchant Eye - Overdrive.] [Analyzi

The Private Dimension of King Corp.In the center of a blank, white void, the Seed of Origin was floating, glowing with the potential of a trillion galaxies. Lucas King was holding his Fate Console, ready to press the 'Start' button to begin construction. "Zero, load the blueprint for 'King’s Galaxy Mall'," Lucas commanded. "I want 500 floors of retail space, a Tier 8 food court, and a parking lot big enough for a Death Star.""Loading textures..." Zero’s voice stuttered. "Warning, Boss! External interference detected. Someone is trying to 'Uninstall' our dimension!"Suddenly, the white void turned a dark, bureaucratic grey. A massive portal shaped like a giant Stamp appeared in the sky. A team of men in metallic silver suits, carrying glowing blue batons, descended. Leading them was Inquisitor Patch, a being whose face was just a floating 'Error 404' sign."Lucas King," the Inquisitor’s voice sounded like a thousand sirens. "You have been flagged for 'Corrupting the Trial Protocol'.

King Corp Core. The Duty-Free Lobby."Who dares to evict the Nine-Heavens Moon Sect?!" A roar like collapsing mountains shook the entire mall. The space above Lin Mengyao suddenly tore open. An old man with long, silver hair and eyes that glowed like cold moons stepped out. He was dressed in robes that shimmered with the light of ancient stars. This was Ancestor Yue, the founder of the sect and a Half-Step Tier 5 powerhouse.Lin Mengyao crawled toward him, her face wet with tears. "Ancestor! Save us! This mortal... this businessman... he wants to turn our Holy Mountain into a restroom!"Ancestor Yue looked at Lucas King with pure disdain. "Junior, you have some strange artifacts, but you lack the basic understanding of Power." He raised his palm, and a massive palm-print made of moon-fire began to form in the air, cold enough to freeze time itself. "In the face of absolute strength, your 'rent' and your 'contracts' are nothing but waste paper! DIE!"The customers in the mall panicked,

Bank of All Worlds. The Tier 9 Forbidden Vault.The vault was not a room. It was a single point in the 10th dimension where space and time did not exist. Lucas King walked into the void, his Fate Console glowing with a soft, pulsing light. Zero and Malak stayed at the entrance; even their high-tier forms could not withstand the "Pure Reality" inside this chamber.Lucas inserted the Golden Key into the empty air. CLICK. The void shattered like glass, revealing a small, dusty office that looked exactly like Lucas’s first warehouse back on Earth.Sitting behind a wooden desk was a man made of static and starlight. He looked tired, but his eyes held the weight of a trillion destroyed civilizations. "So, you finally made it," the man spoke. His voice didn't come from his mouth; it came from the System itself."Who are you?" Lucas asked, his hand hovering over the 'Reset' button on his controller."I am the First Host. The one who coded the 'God-Level Wealth System'," the man sighed, leanin