King Corp Headquarters. The Server Core.The Universe 2.0 update had monetized almost every aspect of existence. However, as Lucas King stared at the glowing holographic map of the Multiverse, he noticed several dark spots. Tiny, unmonetized dead zones on the edges of the galaxy."Zero, what are those grey areas?" Lucas asked, tapping the golden table. "Why isn't the 'King-Net' generating revenue there?""Boss, those are the 'Offline Hermits'," Zero’s holographic avatar sighed, projecting a live feed of a barren, rocky planet. "They are ancient Patriarchs who refuse to buy the 'Battle Pass' or connect to our Wi-Fi. They have sealed themselves in lead-lined caves, relying on traditional, agonizingly slow meditation to avoid our microtransactions. They are entirely off the grid."Lucas’s eyes narrowed. "Off the grid? In my universe? That is unacceptable. A soul that isn't connected is a wallet that isn't open.""We could send the Void Enforcement Fleet to bomb their caves, Boss?""No, v

King Corp Headquarters. The Executive Vault.The Multiverse was quiet. Not the quiet of peaceful meditation, but the exhausted silence of an entire reality working triple shifts to pay off their Wi-Fi and oxygen bills.Lucas King sat at his desk, reviewing the quarterly earnings report. The numbers were staggering, but the trend line had finally plateaued."Boss, we’ve hit a ceiling," Zero reported, projecting a flat golden line across the room. "Every single soul in the ten thousand dimensions is currently in debt to King Corp. We own 100% of the physical real estate, 100% of the Meta-Dao, and all the spiritual energy. There is simply no more money left to extract. The market is saturated."Malak (the Void Overlord) was lying on a pile of worthless Dao-Coins, looking bored. "Boss, the universe is empty. Can I eat the sun now?""No, Malak. We don't destroy assets. We liquidate them," Lucas stood up, adjusting his starlight tie. "This lower realm has served its purpose. It's time for o

The God Realm. Sector Zero. The Golden Port.The hyperinflation bomb had completely paralyzed the port city. General Aether was currently wearing a King Corp janitor uniform, desperately sweeping mountains of worthless Divine Genesis Crystals into a digital incinerator just to earn his new daily wage of one Omni-Coin.Lucas King sat on a plush starlight chair on the deck of his Star-Bank, sipping a perfectly brewed cup of immortal tea.Suddenly, the golden clouds above the port darkened. The sky was torn open by a million blazing war chariots, each pulled by six-winged cosmic lions. At the center of the armada was a colossal floating courthouse, radiating the absolute authority of the Divine Anti-Trust Bureau.Standing at the bow of the lead warship was Lord Mammon-Prime, his face purple with divine rage. Beside him was the Chief Inspector of the God Realm's financial sector, holding a glowing scroll of indictments."LUCAS KING!" Mammon’s voice shattered the sound barrier, cracking th

The Underworld. Sector Omega. The River of Souls.The Underworld was a place of absolute, terrifying equality. For eons, the River of Souls flowed with the transparent spirits of emperors and beggars alike. Here, physical wealth meant nothing. All that mattered was "Karma"—the cosmic weight of your good and bad deeds.Lucas King floated above the endless, gloomy river on a hovering golden platform, holding a glowing tablet. He was wearing a bespoke black suit, looking completely unimpressed by the majestic horror of the afterlife."Zero, give me the quarterly report on this facility," Lucas demanded, tapping his pen against the screen."Boss, it’s an absolute financial disaster," Zero’s 8-bit avatar projected a downward-spiraling red graph over the river. "The Underworld operates at a 100% loss. They process trillions of souls a day, wipe their memories for free using the 'Soup of Forgetfulness', and reassign them to new bodies entirely based on their Karma score. There are no process

The God Realm. Sector Zero Border.The "Anti-Monopoly Alliance" of the God Realm had finally assembled. The sky was completely blotted out by three million heavily armored Golden Divine Soldiers. The sheer pressure of their battle formation warped space and dimmed the surrounding stars.Leading the vanguard were the three ancient titans of the Upper Realm: The God of War, the God of Thunder, and the Arcane God. They could no longer tolerate a mortal capitalist from the lower realms crashing their economy and putting their Faith Energy behind a paywall."LUCAS KING!" The God of War roared, riding a cosmic behemoth that breathed stellar fire. He pointed his world-ending greatsword toward the neon-lit King Corp Headquarters. "Your corporate games end today! We will trample your servers and return the God Realm to the true Divines! CHARGE!"Meanwhile, on the panoramic penthouse balcony of King Corp Headquarters.Lucas King was lounging lazily on a bespoke starlight-leather sofa. Meiling,