2026-07-28 10:58:29Chapter 44
The Sovereign State of Vance woke up to a miracle. The citizens stepped out of their newly constructed smart-homes, staring in absolute awe at the pristine streets and humming infrastructure. The Genesis Protocol had fundamentally erased a century of poverty overnight.
But inside the presidential palace, Arthur was completely focused on the destruction of his enemies.
He stood before the massive holographic map of Europe hovering above the boardroom table. The port city of Genoa, Italy, was highlighted in a pulsing red target.
Victoria Sterling stood across from him, holding her silver tablet like a shield. "Arthur, Genoa is one of the oldest seaports in the Mediterranean. You can't just buy a major European city. The Italian government won't sell it."
"I'm not asking the government," Arthur replied, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He leaned over the table, resting his weight on his knuckles. "I don't buy dirt anymore, Victoria. I buy leverage."
He looked at Nyx. The hacker was currently eating a bowl of cereal, her eyes locked onto her monitors.
"Nyx. The Vivaldi naval facility in Genoa. Who holds the land lease?"
Nyx swallowed a spoonful of cereal and tapped a few keys. "It’s a ninety-nine-year lease held by a front company called *Maritima Holdings*. It’s privately owned by a consortium of corrupt local politicians and Vivaldi loyalists."
"Buy *Maritima Holdings*," Arthur commanded. "Hostile takeover. Pay triple the market value. Use the quantum ledger to bypass the EU regulators."
"Initiating hyper-aggressive buyout," Nyx chirped, her fingers flying. "Wire transfers clearing... digital signatures forged through the orbital network... boom. You just bought a private naval base for forty billion dollars, boss."
*Ding.*
**[Asset Acquisition Complete. 40,000 SP Generated.]**
"Good," Arthur smiled. It was a cold, venomous expression. "Now, cut the power. Shut down the water lines. Evict every single Vivaldi operative on that base. I want them standing in the street."
Victoria watched the holographic map. A small blue icon over the Genoa port suddenly flashed green, indicating Vance Corp ownership. "Arthur, they have heavily armed submarines and private security forces there. They aren't going to leave just because you send an eviction notice."
"I know," Arthur said. He stood up straight, adjusting the lapels of his suit jacket. "That's why I'm sending an eviction crew."
He pulled up the System interface.
*System,* Arthur commanded mentally. *Open Military-Tier Vanguards. I need naval supremacy.*
**[Accessing Level 3 Summons...]**
**[Target Acquired: Vanguard Fleet 'The Leviathan Armada'.]**
**[Cost: 300,000 SP. Insufficient Funds. Current Balance: 291,000 SP.]**
Arthur frowned. He was nine thousand points short of buying an entire fleet.
He didn't hesitate. He pulled out his phone and rapidly transferred nine billion dollars of his infinite capital into a massive, immediate humanitarian relief fund for the citizens of San Marcos, fully funding universal healthcare and education for the next fifty years.
*Ding.*
**[Strategic Investment Complete. 9,000 SP Generated. Total Balance: 300,000 SP.]**
*Purchase the Leviathan Armada.*
**[300,000 SP Deducted. Remaining Balance: 0 SP.]**
**[Deployment Point Required. Select destination coordinates.]**
Arthur looked at the holographic map. He pointed his finger directly at the waters just outside the Vivaldi naval base in Genoa.
*Deploy.*
**[Deployment authorized. The Leviathan Armada is manifesting in European waters.]**
Thousands of miles away, the sun was shining brightly over the bustling port of Genoa.
Inside the heavily fortified Vivaldi naval base, heavily armed mercenaries patrolled the docks. They felt entirely secure. They were the elite guard of the Old Families. Nothing could touch them on European soil.
Suddenly, the klaxons on the base began to wail. A deafening, mechanical siren echoed across the harbor.
"Radar contact!" a panicked technician screamed from the control tower, staring at his monitors in absolute horror. "Massive signatures displacing water just outside the breakwater! They're... they're surfacing!"
The mercenaries on the docks raised their rifles, staring out at the calm blue water of the Mediterranean.
The ocean began to boil.
With the sound of tearing metal and cascading waterfalls, three massive, matte-black Vanguard-class Destroyers breached the surface. They were impossibly large, sleek, and bristling with advanced railgun batteries that made modern naval ships look like wooden rowboats. The hulls were completely devoid of flags or national markings. The only insignia was a massive, silver 'V' painted on the bow.
Before the Vivaldi mercenaries could even chamber a round, the lead Destroyer’s PA system crackled to life.
The voice that echoed across the harbor was Arthur Vance. It was projected live from his boardroom in San Marcos via the quantum ledger.
"Attention Vivaldi personnel," Arthur’s voice boomed, rattling the windows of the port authority buildings. "Your lease has been terminated by Vance Corp. You have exactly sixty seconds to vacate the premises before my fleet redesigns the architecture. Your time starts now."
Inside the boardroom, Victoria Sterling let out a breathless laugh. "You actually sent a ghost fleet to Italy. Vivaldi is going to have a stroke."
"He's going to have a lot more than that," Arthur replied, his golden eyes locked on the live feed. "Nyx. Track Vivaldi's personal communications. The moment he realizes he lost his base, he’s going to call for help."
"Monitoring global frequencies now, boss," Nyx said, popping a fresh piece of bubblegum.
On the live feed, the Vivaldi mercenaries didn't run. The base commander, a foolishly brave loyalist, ordered his men to fire their shoulder-mounted rocket launchers at the massive Vance Corp Destroyers.
The rockets streaked across the harbor.
They didn't even scratch the paint. The Destroyers’ automated point-defense lasers swatted the rockets out of the sky in a blinding flurry of blue light.
"Time's up," Arthur said softly.
He didn't need to give the order twice. The railgun batteries on the Leviathan Armada spun up with a terrifying, high-pitched whine.
*BOOM.*
The sheer kinetic force of the tungsten slugs obliterated the Vivaldi naval base. Concrete bunkers were vaporized. The underground submarine pens were crushed. The mercenaries threw down their weapons and fled into the city streets in absolute panic as the multibillion-dollar facility was systematically reduced to smoking rubble.
It took exactly three minutes.
Arthur watched the destruction with cold, clinical satisfaction.
"Boss," Nyx interrupted, her fingers freezing over her keyboard. "I got a ping. Vivaldi just initiated a secure video conference. He’s not calling his military."
"Who is he calling?" Arthur demanded, turning away from the smoking ruins of the naval base.
"He’s calling the other three Sovereigns," Nyx swallowed hard, looking at the biometric data scrolling across her screen. "The Roths. The Chen Syndicate. And the Romanovs. He just triggered a global summit. Arthur... they are uniting the bloodlines. All of them."
Arthur’s *Aura of the Sovereign* flared, the golden light radiating off his skin.
He had forced the ancient masters of the world out of the shadows. The final war had begun.
"Patch me into that video call," Arthur commanded, adjusting his tie. "Let's introduce ourselves properly."
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