Divorced by the Mafia Queen: My Death System Awakens

Chapter 4: The Elysium Auction and Absolute Financial Decimation

The destruction of the Obsidian Club sent a shockwave of pure, unadulterated terror through the Rossi family's hierarchy. In a single night, one hundred and fifty million dollars in untraceable cash had been vaporized, and Captain Silas—their most ruthless enforcer—had been reduced to ash.

Inside the heavily fortified penthouse of the Rossi headquarters, Marcus Rossi slammed his fist onto a massive mahogany desk, cracking the polished wood.

"An accident?! You still think this is an accident?!" Marcus roared, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. "Our most secure facility was hacked, pressurized, and detonated precisely twenty minutes after you divorced that ghost! And then you get an encrypted countdown from an untraceable server? We are under attack!"

Isabella sat rigidly on a leather sofa, her face pale, her trademark arrogant composure completely shattered. "It's impossible. Ren was a nobody. A silent shadow my father dragged in to keep up appearances. We ran the background checks two years ago! He didn't even exist on paper before that!"

"Well, your 'nobody' just summoned the wrath of God on us!" Marcus snarled, pacing frantically. "The other syndicates smell blood. If we don't secure our remaining digital assets, the Vance family will tear our accounts apart in retaliation for Julian's death. We need the Aegis Cyber-Defense Matrix."

Isabella swallowed hard. The Aegis Matrix was a military-grade quantum firewall, capable of stopping any cybernetic infiltration. It was the only thing that could shield their offshore accounts from whoever—or whatever—was hunting them. And the only prototype in the world was going up for sale tonight at the Elysium Black Market Auction.

"We will liquidate our remaining offshore liquidity," Isabella said, her voice trembling slightly but regaining a sliver of its icy resolve. "We will buy the Aegis. Then, we hunt Ren down."

Three hours later, the Elysium Auction House, hidden deep beneath the city's grand opera theater, was packed with the apex predators of the global underworld. Billionaire arms dealers, cartel lords, and corrupt politicians sat in the lavish, velvet-lined amphitheater.

Isabella and Marcus sat in the front row, exuding a desperate, artificial confidence.

High above them, suspended in absolute darkness, was the Omega Skybox—a VIP suite so exclusive it hadn't been occupied in a decade. It was reserved only for the true, undisputed sovereigns of the dark world.

Inside the Omega Skybox, Ren sat comfortably in a handcrafted obsidian leather chair. He was dressed in a bespoke, midnight-blue suit that radiated a terrifying, effortless authority. Beside him, Dante stood at perfect attention.

Ren’s Death-Prediction System flickered across his retinas, projecting the exact net worth, hidden debts, and optimal execution paths of every single criminal in the room below.

[Scanning Target: Isabella Rossi]

[Available Liquid Assets: $120 Million]

[Emotional State: Severe Paranoia / Desperation]

"The Rossi siblings have pooled every last cent they have for the Aegis Matrix, My Lord," Dante whispered, presenting a glowing holographic tablet. "Shall I have the Vanguard seize it from the vault and hand it to you?"

"No," Ren said, his voice a smooth, chilling hum. "Let them bid. Let them feel hope. And then... take it away."

Down on the auction floor, the charismatic auctioneer revealed the final item of the night: a glowing, hyper-dense data drive containing the Aegis Matrix, resting on a pedestal protected by laser security.

"The ultimate shield, ladies and gentlemen!" the auctioneer announced. "Starting bid: Fifty million dollars!"

"Sixty million!" Marcus Rossi shouted immediately, sweating profusely.

"Seventy million!" a rival cartel boss countered.

"Ninety million!" Isabella yelled, standing up. Her heart was pounding violently against her ribs. This was their absolute limit. This was their lifeline.

The room went quiet. Ninety million was an outrageous sum for a defense matrix. The rival cartel boss scoffed and sat down in defeat. Isabella let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. They had it. They were safe.

"Going once," the auctioneer smiled. "Going tw—"

A deep, mechanical chime echoed through the entire amphitheater. The massive digital display above the stage flashed violently red, completely overriding the auctioneer's manual input.

A bid had been placed directly from the Omega Skybox. The numbers on the screen scrambled before locking into place. The entire room collectively gasped, the air sucked out of the amphitheater in sheer, paralyzed disbelief.

Bid: $1,000,000,000.

One billion dollars. For a matrix worth less than a tenth of that.

Marcus Rossi choked on his own saliva, stumbling backward. Isabella stared at the glowing zeroes, her mind completely short-circuiting. "That's... that's impossible. No one spends a billion dollars on a firewall! Who is up there?!"

The heavy, tinted glass of the Omega Skybox slowly became transparent, bathed in a cold, piercing blue spotlight.

Ren stood at the edge of the glass, looking down at the crowd like a god observing a colony of desperate ants. He held a crystal glass of champagne, his golden-flecked eyes locking directly onto Isabella’s terrified, trembling face.

Isabella’s knees buckled, and she collapsed back into her seat. It was him. The man she had coldly discarded and treated like an invisible parasite twenty-four hours ago was now sitting on a throne of unimaginable wealth, effortlessly incinerating a billion dollars just to deny her survival.

The auctioneer, trembling in absolute awe and terror, slammed the gavel. "S-Sold! To the Supreme VIP in the Omega Box!"

Ren didn't smile. He didn't even want the drive. His eyes flashed with the blue code of his system.

[Target: Aegis Matrix Drive]

[Action: Override Pedestal Security Grid -> Initiate Thermal Overload]

[Execute.]

Without Ren even lifting a finger, the security lasers surrounding the pedestal on the stage suddenly flared from red to blinding white. The intense, hyper-concentrated heat instantly bypassed the drive's protective casing. The Aegis Matrix sparked, melted, and burst into a useless, smoking puddle of slag right in front of the entire underworld.

A billion dollars, physically vaporized in two seconds, just for a statement.

The message was absolutely clear, crushing Isabella’s fragile sanity into dust: Your money is worthless. Your defenses are gone. You are out of time.

Ren turned his back and walked away into the shadows of the skybox, leaving the Rossi family to face the impending slaughter without a shield.