God-Level Tycoon: Rise of the Nobody

Mission: Dominate or Die

Ethan sat alone in the corner booth of the quiet café, nursing a cup of black coffee. Outside, the city pulsed with the usual chaos—horns blaring, pedestrians rushing, neon signs flickering in the early evening haze.

But his mind was somewhere else entirely.

The last few days had been a blur—taking over the warehouse, humiliating Darius in front of his men, and securing a lucrative deal with Mr. Zhao. Every move he made was another brick in the empire he was building. Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was coming.

And then, it happened.

A sharp ding echoed in his mind, like the sound of steel striking glass.

[System Notification: Congratulations. New Milestone Achieved.] [Trait Progression: Wealth Enhancement – Stage 2 unlocked.] [New Mission: “Dominate or Die.”] Objective:Gain control over a key district in the city within 72 hours.Reward: Business Expansion Blueprint + 1 Random High-Tier Skill. Failure Penalty: Loss of all current cash reserves.

Ethan’s grip tightened around his coffee cup. Control a district in 72 hours? That wasn’t just business—that was war.

The system’s cold, emotionless voice returned:

[Reminder: Every level demands greater risk. This is the path you chose.]

He leaned back, exhaling slowly. “A district… which one?” he muttered under his breath. His mind immediately went to Riverside District—a key location for logistics and distribution, crawling with small-time gangs and corrupt businessmen. If he could secure it, it would give him leverage over supply routes, storage, and movement of goods across half the city.

But Riverside wasn’t just up for grabs. It was currently under the grip of The Black Serpents, a street gang known for violence and their underground ties.

This wasn’t going to be a negotiation—it was going to be a hostile takeover.

That night, Ethan gathered his small but growing team in his apartment. Liam, his loyal right-hand man; Sofia, the sharp-tongued negotiator who’d saved him in more than one deal; and two new recruits—ex-bouncers from the casino who owed him favors.

Ethan spread a crude map of Riverside on the table.

“We’re not here to make friends,” Ethan began, his voice low and steady. “We’re here to take control. And we’re doing it in seventy-two hours.”

Liam’s brow furrowed. “Boss, that’s suicide. The Black Serpents have fifty, maybe sixty men. They own every bar, warehouse, and back alley in that district.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Then we don’t take them head-on. We cut off their money. We buy out—or burn out—their businesses. We make it impossible for them to breathe.”

Sofia smirked. “I like the burn-out option.”

By midnight, the plan was already in motion. Ethan wired a chunk of his remaining funds into three separate accounts—front companies that would quietly purchase property and contracts in Riverside. At the same time, Liam arranged a meeting with Viktor Kane, a weapons dealer with no loyalty to the Serpents but plenty of reason to hate them.

Ethan met Viktor in a dimly lit garage reeking of oil and gunpowder. The man was tall, bald, and covered in tattoos—each one marking a kill.

“I heard you’re making a move,” Viktor said, lighting a cigarette. “And I heard you’re either insane… or suicidal.”

Ethan smiled faintly. “Neither. I’m ambitious.”

Viktor chuckled, then leaned in. “Ambition needs firepower. And firepower isn’t cheap.”

Ethan placed a black duffel bag on the table. The sound of cash hitting the metal surface was like music. “Consider this a down payment.”

By the next morning, the first cracks in the Serpents’ hold began to show.

One of their warehouses mysteriously went up in flames at 3 a.m. Another lost its liquor supply when the shipment “accidentally” got rerouted to a warehouse Ethan had just purchased.

But word was spreading fast.

By noon, Darius himself called.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, Cross,” Darius’ voice hissed through the phone, “but Riverside isn’t yours to touch. You’re poking a nest of vipers, and when they strike, I won’t stop them.”

Ethan’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Then you’d better hope they strike fast, Darius. Because in three days, there won’t be a nest left to strike from.”

[System Update: Progress 22% – Time Remaining: 65 hours.]

The numbers in Ethan’s mind glowed like a countdown to war. He knew the Serpents wouldn’t just sit and watch. The next move was theirs… and it would be bloody.