That morning, the sky over Sector 1 was no longer a gloomy gray. The sun shone on the high glass walls of Alexander Tower, but the atmosphere below was very tense. Hundreds of journalists from various international media had gathered, police barricades were tightly installed, and Vargos Industries security units guarded the main lobby with weapons ready. At the top of the tower, Julian Vargos stood with a pale face. He had just received a report that all of his company's digital assets were frozen. His name as CEO had been erased from the internal system by a higher authority. "He is coming," Julian whispered while staring at the line of black vehicles appearing from the distance. It was not a junk van from Sector 4 that appeared, but a row of shiny bulletproof luxury sedans. At the very front, a black limousine stopped right in front of the main gate of Alexander Tower. The car door opened. Jack and Kaito stepped out first, wearing neat black suits with tactical earpieces. They n

Morning sunlight pierced through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Alexander Tower master suite, reflecting a cold luxury upon the marble floor. Sean woke up feeling remarkably refreshed. The effect of the Level 4 System was not just about physical strength; it provided cellular regeneration that kept his body at peak performance despite only resting for a few hours. There was no fatigue, no drowsiness, only pure energy flowing through his veins. On the other side of the vast king-size bed, the three women who had served him last night were still fast asleep in a state of extreme exhaustion. They looked like defeated soldiers, completely drained by Sean’s vitality, which had increased tenfold. Sean rose from the bed without making a single sound, not even glancing back at them. To him, they were merely instruments to discard the poison of his anger, commodities that had served their purpose. Sophia entered the room with cautious steps, her head bowed low as if the floor were

The free fall through the pitch black night provided a cold sensation that pierced the bone. For Sean Alexander, however, that was nothing compared to the anger frozen deep inside his chest. As he dropped through the thick black clouds, the system in his retina flickered wildly. Digital numbers in bright red danced in the corner of his vision, struggling against the heavy electromagnetic interference radiating from the lighthouse tower below.[Warning: System synchronization dropped to 65 percent.][Frequency interference detected: Genesis Protocol is suppressing the system core.][Note: Level 4 physical module remains stable. Muscle strength is above normal human limits.]Sean grit his teeth. "Open!" he commanded through the intercom.The tactical parachute snapped open with a powerful jerk, pulling his body upward for a moment before he landed with a heavy thud on the rocky cliff. Jack and ten elite members of the Black Guard landed almost at the same time, immediately forming a per

"Sir, your breakfast is ready. The executive chef has prepared a grilled A5 Wagyu with black truffle eggs, according to the nutritional standards recommended by the system," Jack reported through a transparent tablet at the corner of the room. Sean Alexander, still standing on the balcony of his Penthouse, only gave a slight nod. The morning breeze blew through his silk robe, but his eyes were no longer red with the rage of the night before. The calmness of a ruler had returned. "Leave it there, Jack. And make sure Sophia has left my private area. I do not want to see a face full of tears during my meal hour." "It is done, Sir. Miss Sophia has returned to the servant quarters on the lower floor. She... seems to need time to recover," Jack replied cautiously. Sean walked toward his marble dining table, sitting down elegantly while the system in his retina performed an automatic scan of his body. [System Synchronization: 100 percent] [Emotional Status: Stable – Cold Mode Activated]

The return of the Sovereign to Alexander Tower was not marked by fanfare or celebration, but by a chilling, heavy silence that felt more oppressive than any siren. Outside, the world continued to spin under the invisible thumb of the Alexander Group. The news outlets were already scrubbing any mention of the northern oil refinery from their digital archives, as if it had never existed. Sean Alexander had not just destroyed a base; he had edited reality itself. High above the clouds, on the hundredth floor, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and cold ozone. Sean stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, his silhouette a dark, imposing figure against the shimmering city lights. Behind him, the elevator doors hissed open. Jack stepped out, his tactical gear still dusted with the salt of the sea. He looked at the man who had become something far more than a merchant—a god of currency and consequence. "She is in the isolation suite, Sir," Jack reported, hi