The Absolute Reality. Apex Corporation Headquarters. The Penthouse.It had been exactly three days since Lucas King fired the True Creator and took over the Multiverse. For three days, the Omni-Verse ran with terrifying, brutal efficiency. The 2% 'Air Tax' was generating infinite revenue, and the gods of the lower realms were happily grinding in the new Gacha system.Lucas sat behind the crystallized time desk, signing a planetary foreclosure document. He looked bored. Immensely, unfathomably bored."Zero," Lucas tossed his golden fountain pen aside. "Is there absolutely no one left in the Multiverse resisting the King Corp acquisition? No rebellious gods? No defiant dimensions?"Zero, standing perfectly still in his dark-matter suit, pulled up a glowing red file."Actually, Chairman King, there is one anomaly. Sector 13. Classified as an 'S-Class Horror & Suspense Universe'."Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Horror Universe?""Yes, sir. It operates on a completely different set of fundament

Sector 13. Instance #404: The Midnight Blood Hospital.The horrifying Cleaver Butcher, a boss monster who had slaughtered countless players in this D-Rank instance, squealed like a frightened piglet. The newly corporatized Blood Nurse had him pinned against the rotting wall, her grip like a hydraulic press around his throat.The three surviving mortal players huddled in the corner of the operating room, hugging their knees in absolute disbelief.Lucas King calmly walked into the room, stepping over a puddle of blood. He pulled out a glowing holographic contract from his trench coat and held it up to the Butcher's snout."Sign the contract, Butcher," Lucas said smoothly. "King Dynamics is offering a 300-year Lifespan sign-on bonus, full dental, and paid time off. If you refuse, I will allow my HR representative here to terminate you. Permanently."The Butcher looked at the terrifying red glow in the Nurse's eyes, then looked at the golden contract. He didn't know what a '401k' was, but

Sector 13. Instance #404: The Midnight Blood Hospital (King Corp Temporary Command Center).The eerie, blood-soaked lobby of the haunted hospital had been completely renovated. Soft, ambient corporate lighting replaced the flickering, sinister neon signs. In the center of the room sat a massive, state-of-the-art holographic trading terminal, connected directly to the global network of the Horror Universe.Lucas King leaned back comfortably on a plush leather sofa, holding a cup of freshly brewed void-espresso. The terrifying Cleaver Butcher, who had slaughtered countless players in the past, was now wearing crisp white gloves, respectfully standing by as a personal waiter."Zero, give me a macroeconomic breakdown of this universe," Lucas commanded, his eyes scanning the cascading streams of red and green data on the terminal.Zero’s physical avatar adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and stepped forward. "Boss, the absolute ruling authority of Sector 13 is known as the 'Supreme Terror Co

The Absolute Reality. Apex Corporation Headquarters. The Penthouse.With the Horror Universe successfully converted into the Multiverse's most profitable theme park, Sector 13 was generating trillions of Absolute Credits per hour.Lucas King sat in the Creator's chair, flipping through a holographic portfolio of his newly acquired Omni-Verse."Zero," Lucas tapped the desk. "I'm looking at Sector 8. The 'Historical Simulation Realm'. The analytics show a massive population of trillions, yet their economic output is practically medieval. Why haven't they signed the King Corp Universal Trade Agreement?"Zero materialized, projecting a glowing map of an ancient, sprawling continent."Boss, Sector 8 is a low-tech, high-population dimension. It is currently ruled by the Great Yan Empire," Zero explained. "Their supreme ruler, Emperor Xuan, operates on the concept of 'Divine Right'. He recently executed our King Corp sales representatives, claiming that 'Under the whole heaven, every spot is

Sector 8. The Great Yan Empire. The Devastated Northern Border.Twenty-four hours had passed since the King Dynamics 'Market Stimulation' program began.The ancient battlefield was completely unrecognizable. The pristine northern steppes were littered with massive, smoking craters from orbital kinetic bombardments. The majestic stone border wall of the Great Yan Empire was reduced to rubble, melted into glass by rapid-fire dark-matter Gatling guns.The eight hundred thousand elite cavalrymen of the Barbarian Tribe were hiding in the trenches they had desperately dug with their bare hands. On the other side, the Imperial Yan Army was cowering behind melted shields.Both sides had completely exhausted their high-tech ammunition. The war had reached a terrifying, bankrupt stalemate.On the ruins of the main watchtower, Regional Sales Manager Xuan (the former Emperor) frantically tapped on his King Corp datapad. His fingers were covered in soot."Purchase! Purchase more Gatling ammo!" Xua