The Omni-Verse Stock Exchange. The High-Dimensional Trading Floor.This was the absolute center of wealth in the Multiverse. Even the air here smelled of liquefied gold and cosmic interest rates. Right now, on the colossal holographic display in the center of the hall, a single ticker symbol was flashing a blinding, euphoric green: [HC - Heavenly Court].Thanks to Lucas King’s flawless S-1 prospectus—which promised to turn cosmic weather, heavenly tribulations, and reincarnation into premium subscription services—the IPO of the Heavenly Court was a historic success.Ancient deities from higher dimensions, interstellar corporate overlords, and "Concept-Level" investors who used entire galaxies as paperweights were acting like degenerate gamblers. They were liquidating their core assets just to buy shares of King Corp’s latest venture."Buy! Buy everything!" roared an investor who had three swirling nebulas for a head. "They’ve monopolized the weather of the lower realms! It’s guarantee

The God Realm. The Atmosphere outside King Corp Headquarters.The financial laws of the Omni-Verse had been completely rewritten by Lucas King, but in this boundless sea of stars, there were always those who refused to accept reality. They were the "Sons of Destiny," the chosen Protagonists of countless realms.Right now, an "Anti-Tyranny Alliance" consisting of thirty thousand furious Protagonists was hovering just outside the neon-lit King Corp Headquarters.Leading the charge were three legendary figures: Lin Yan, the trash-turned-genius who carried a mystical 'Grandpa in a Ring'. Chen Xuan, the betrayed and reincarnated Immortal Venerable. And Long Aotian, a transmigrator bound to the 'Invincible Insta-Kill System'."LUCAS KING! Come out, you corporate demon!" Lin Yan roared, pointing his blazing sword at the skyscraper. "You bought every ancient secret realm and turned them into paid theme parks! You monopolized all the auction houses! We don't even have a chance to find hidden t

The Pinnacle of the Omni-Verse. The Creation Boardroom.Lucas King sat at the head of the circular table of eternity. He had done it. He had successfully acquired the Creation Board, rewritten the Cosmic Constitution, and turned the fundamental laws of physics into a monthly subscription service.He owned 100% of the Omni-Verse. There were no more competitors. No more gods to bankrupt. No more Outer Entities to deep-fry.Lucas leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of void-wine. "Zero," he called out to empty space. "Give me the final balance sheet."For the first time since Lucas had acquired the system, there was no cheerful [Ding!].There was only silence. Absolute, terrifying silence.Suddenly, the colors of the Creation Boardroom began to bleed out, turning into a sterile, monochrome grid. The twelve terrified Founders froze in place like paused video game NPCs. Beside Lucas, Meiling stopped moving entirely, a dropped coffee cup hanging suspended in mid-air.Even Malak, the V

The Absolute Reality. Apex Corporation Headquarters. Level 1 (The Basement).Vane, the formerly arrogant True Heir, was still hyperventilating on the cold floor. His multi-generational estate timeline had just been liquidated by a guy wearing a grey intern uniform.Lucas King ignored him. He looked down at the standard-issue glass datapad in his hand. The balance, which was zero a minute ago, now read: [Balance: 500,000,000,000.00 Absolute Credits.]"Not bad for ten seconds of work," Lucas murmured, adjusting his stiff grey collar."Impressive arbitrage, Lucas," Zero stepped out of the shadows, his physical, dark-matter suit absorbing the harsh fluorescent light. "But wealth without corporate rank in the Absolute Reality is dangerous. You are currently an 'Intern Heir.' You have no administrative clearance."Before Lucas could respond, the blast doors of Sector 7 hissed open.Stomping into the room was Supervisor Kael, a mid-level manager of the Waste Disposal Division. Kael wore a cr

The Apex Skydome. The Elite Gala.The opulent ballroom, suspended in the stratosphere of the Absolute Reality, went deathly quiet as Lucas King strode in.Across the room, Senior Director Vance of the 'Truth Family' crushed his glowing cosmic cigar in an ashtray. His daughter, the blonde heiress who had just fled the basement in terror, was currently hiding behind his cape, pointing a shaking finger at Lucas."That's him, Father!" she whimpered. "The low-tier manager who threatened me with incineration drones! You have to destroy him!"Vance raised a hand, silencing his daughter. He signaled a waiter, grabbed two glasses of liquid supernova champagne, and walked toward Lucas with the heavy, authentic gravity of a high-born elite."Mr. King, I presume?" Vance smiled, though the expression didn't reach his cold, cybernetic eyes. "I am Senior Director Vance. I hear you've been quite... aggressive with your recent acquisitions in Sector 7."Lucas accepted the champagne but didn't drink it