Sector 8. The Great Yan Continental Excavation Site.The former Emperor of Yan, currently acting as the Site Foreman, wiped the sweat and concrete dust from his brow. His army of scholars and eunuchs were operating heavy King Corp excavators, digging a massive trench for the new trans-continental hyper-highway.Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently. A brilliant, blinding pillar of golden light erupted from the bottom of the trench, piercing through the clouds and tearing the very fabric of the atmosphere.A terrifying, ancient aura swept across the continent. It wasn't the aura of a mortal king or an Eldritch curse. It was the pure, unadulterated energy of a Genesis-Tier entity.Up in the King Corp dreadnought, Lucas King was sipping his espresso. Zero immediately projected the geological scan onto the monitor."Boss, the construction crew has hit a high-dimensional anomaly," Zero reported, adjusting his glasses. "It is a Mythic Ruin. Scans indicate the dormant body of a 'Gene

The Absolute Reality. Apex Corporation Headquarters. The Penthouse.It had been a highly profitable fiscal quarter for King Dynamics.Sector 13 was generating trillions from its haunted theme park, with the Genesis Dragon God, Ignis, now officially working as the park's premium roller-coaster ride to pay off his eternal rent. Sector 8 had been fully industrialized, with Barbarian delivery couriers setting new records in prime shipping.Lucas King sat behind the crystallized time desk, leisurely signing a few foreclosure documents for some minor galaxies. Meiling stood beside him in her dark-matter maid uniform, pouring him a fresh cup of void-espresso.Everything was perfect. The monopoly was absolute.Suddenly, the ambient corporate jazz playing in the Penthouse stopped.The space in the center of the room didn't just tear open; it was elegantly sliced apart by a blade of pure, absolute law. A blinding golden portal materialized, radiating an aura of ancient, undeniable authority tha

The Absolute Reality. The Undercity Slums.In a dark, heavily shielded bunker far below the gleaming skyscrapers of the Absolute Reality, the remaining True Heirs huddled together. CEO Sterling, Chairman Vance, and the other 'Old Money' elites looked pale, desperate, and terrified.They had lost the Supreme Tribunal. Their legal immunity was gone. King Dynamics was actively liquidating their ancestral portfolios."He cannot be allowed to live," Sterling slammed his fist on the metal table, his eyes bloodshot. "He isn't a businessman; he's a corporate cancer! We have to cut him out.""But how?" Vance whispered, terrified of his own shadow. "He owns the law. He owns the gods. He even owns that pet dragon!""There is one power that doesn't care about corporate law," Sterling pulled out a glowing, pitch-black datapad. It bore the insignia of a shattered skull. "The Terminus Syndicate. The absolute apex of the assassination market. I have liquidated the last of our family’s secret off-shor