2026-06-21 00:29:54
Nita BenedictaAuthor’s Note: OH MY DIRECTORS! The High Capital has completely turned the tables on Ethan! Who is the Prime Successor of the Vance Clan, and can Ethan survive a five-fold orbital bombardment with his balance cut in half?! Drop your comments below with your survival theories—the algorithm loves your predictions, and I'll be replying to the top comments in few hour! Unlock Chapter 46 right now to see the explosive aftermath!
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Chapter 46: Liquidity Shield
The world became an absolute, deafening wall of blinding white heat. As the five-fold orbital plasma strike from The Obsidian Scale punched clean through fifty layers of subterranean bedrock, the air in the boardroom didn't just heat up—it instantly superheated, threatening to vaporize human tissue before the physical beam even touched the floor. The remaining directors didn't even have time to scream; their physical bodies were instantly thrown into a state of cellular panic as their defensive standard barriers began to pop like soap bubbles."Ethan!" Natalia shrieked, her cybernetic eyes completely short-circuiting from the massive electromagnetic pulse preceding the strike. She reached out blindly, her fingers grabbing the rough leather of his sleeve as she felt the gravitational pressure trying to flatten her spine.Ethan didn't move an inch. His golden-rimmed black pupils reflected the descending apocalypse, his expression as cold as a frozen ledger. "System. Conv
Chapter 45: System vs. System
The corporate-enhanced blood dripping from the silver blade hissed as it hit the cold abyssal iron floor, vaporizing into a thin, violet mist. Twenty high-ranking directors lay bound in golden receivership cuffs, their breathing shallow, but not a single one of them made a sound. Every eye in the subterranean boardroom was glued to the woman standing over Chairman Marcus Tyson’s corpse."Executive Secretary Laura..." Natalia stumbled back against the lift frame, her hands flying to her mouth. "You... you were my father’s personal advisor for seven years!""Seven years of auditing a dynamic failure," Laura said smoothly. She tossed the stained silk handkerchief onto Marcus's body. Her sapphire-blue eyes never left Ethan's face. "Your father was a middleman, Natalia. A data-packet handler who thought he was a god because he oversaw a pipeline of stolen human marrow. He outlived his amortization schedule."Ethan didn't look at the dead chairman. His focus was locked entirely on the glowi
Chapter 44: The Bloodline Ledger
"If you don't press your hand against that white jade console in the next three seconds, Natalia, I won't just let this orbital fleet level the building. I will buy your family’s debt registry and manually liquidate your father's soul from the continent's mainframe."Ethan’s voice didn't shake, even as the ceiling above them groaned under the heat of a descending plasma beam.Natalia Tyson choked back a sob, her high-heeled boots slipping on the gray ash that used to be Elder Vance-Kerr. "You don't understand! The moment my blood signature hits that terminal, it triggers an automated alert to the High Capital! They’ll know an outsider is inside the treasury!""They already know," Ethan said, pointing a liquid-gold coated finger toward the diamond-glass ceiling.Through the smoke, the massive, three-thousand-ton hull of the Sector-Class Battleship The Obsidian Scale was breaking through the cloud layer, its secondary weapon turrets glowing a volatile, blinding crimson. The countdown in
Chapter 43: Asset Liquidation
The obsidian-black floor of the rewritten domain didn't reflect the light of the luxury yachts cruising outside the fortress anymore; it swallowed it entirely. Inside the hundred-yard boundary of the absolute suppression field, the physical laws of Sector 7 had ceased to exist. The heavy, sterile incense that usually hung in the air was crushed instantly under a dense, metallic gravity that smelled faintly of burning copper and old copper coins.Elder Vance-Kerr attempted to stand, his ancient joints popping like firecrackers as he fought against the invisible weight anchoring his boots to the shattered amethyst floor. His face, usually a mask of smooth, corporate arrogance, was contorted into a mask of pure, veins-bursting agony. The pale green light of his Phase 3 Peak core flared erratically beneath his skin, pulsing through his forearms and throat as he tried to force his spiritual essence to expand."Impossibility..." Vance-Kerr hissed, his teeth grinding together
Chapter 42: The Three Elders
The grand lobby of the Sector 7 Financial Exchange Fortress was not merely a room; it was an absolute mountain of distilled corporate wealth, designed specifically to make anyone who entered feel entirely insignificant. The ceiling rose a staggering two hundred feet into the air, constructed from massive, interlocking sheets of reinforced diamond-glass that offered a clear, unobstructed view of the floating luxury yachts cruising through the upper layers of the sapphire stratosphere. The floor beneath Ethan Vance's sneakers was an unbroken, seamless mosaic of deep purple amethyst tiles. Every single square inch of the gemstone flooring was hardcoded with a low-frequency defensive matrix, an expensive kinetic absorption array designed to instantly neutralize and ground any external physical energy or unauthorized spiritual strikes before they could damage the structural integrity of the vault.But the thousands of high-sector traders, corporate lawyers, and wealth management a
Chapter 41: The Jade Skyline
The grand promenade of Sector 7 stretched out for three unbroken miles, a massive, elevated highway of polished white stone flanked by towering spires of blue glass that housed the administrative offices of the continent's secondary directorates. The air up here didn't circulate naturally; it was pushed through massive, hidden filtration grids that stripped out every microscopic particle of dust, leaving the atmosphere so sterile it felt crisp and cold against the skin. The people walking along the promenade did not wear the dirt-stained grease-rags or cheap composite plating of the lower blocks. They moved with an elegant, agonizingly slow pacing, their bodies wrapped in layered silks that pulsed with the faint, rhythmic glow of protective barrier fields hardcoded into the fabric. Every single resident in this district was at least a Phase 2 Initial cultivator, their vascular networks perfectly refined by high-grade dietary supplements, clean air, and expensive spirit-marrow inject
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