2026-02-24 01:30:00“Who am I?” Matthew chuckled, a cold sound that sent a shiver up Dimitri’s spine. “That is the wrong question. The real question is, who are you without Lane Corp.?"
“Lane Corp is my inheritance,” Dimitri roared. “My blood.”
“Lane Corp was a walking corpse before I injected life into it,” Matthew replied calmly, his gaze locking onto Dimitri’s.
“You offer fifty million? That pocket change would not ev
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CHAPTER 165 : Aegis-2 Protocol
A blizzard howled violently outside, slamming against the bulletproof glass atop Lane Corp Tower. New York City lay buried beneath a frozen white blanket, as though the universe itself were delivering an early warning of the apocalypse to come.Inside the main conference room, the temperature was maintained at peak comfort levels, costing thousands of dollars per hour. Yet the atmosphere around the circular table felt far colder than the storm outside.Viviane Lane sat upright in the CEO’s chair. Her face was a flawless porcelain mask, firm, elegant, and deadly. Beneath her light makeup, however, dark circles painted the exhaustion she could no longer fully conceal.Ever since her husband, Matthew Thomas, vanished into orbit aboard an alien vessel one month ago, Viviane had carried a burden capable of shattering an ordinary person’s sanity.She had to manage two global giants, Archon Global and Lane Corp, while raising Dominic alone. The suffo
CHAPTER 164 : Preparations for a Cosmic Marriage
The chamber assigned to Matthew had no sharp corners at all. Its walls curved seamlessly, crafted from a material resembling milky marble that emitted a warm glow, adjusting itself to the body temperature of its occupant.Beyond the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the capital city of Aetheria stretched across the horizon in terrifying magnificence. Jagged crystal towers pierced through purple storm clouds that constantly rumbled with energy and lightning.To anyone else, a place like this might have seemed like paradise. To Matthew, it was the most luxurious prison cell in the universe. He sat at the edge of a bed formed from anti-gravity energy fields. In the palm of his hand, a small bluish holographic projection flickered softly.The projection displayed a short recording of Viviane, his beloved wife. In the hologram, Viviane was holding little Dominic while laughing freely toward the camera. It was a laugh she rarely showed the outside world, a laugh t
CHAPTER 163 : Galactic Checkmate
Aetheria’s Main Command Chamber was not built from steel or reinforced concrete but from a matrix of pure energy that pulsed endlessly.Golden-blue radiance crawled along the curved walls, releasing a low-frequency hum that vibrated deep within the chest cavity.The air smelled thick with ozone, cold, sterile, and oppressive, as if the gravity in the chamber had been deliberately intensified to test the worthiness of anyone standing inside it.At the center of the room, a massive projection table displayed a three-dimensional tactical map of the outer sector of Earth’s solar system. Points of light representing billions of lives drifted like stardust in the vacuum of space.The Four Supreme Generals of Aetheria stood surrounding the table. They were towering humanoid beings clad in liquid crystal armor that reflected the matrix light.Their pale skin radiated the cosmic arrogance of a race that had ruled for thousands of years. Across f
CHAPTER 162 : The Son-in-Law’s Trial
Thousands of light-years away from the freezing underground prison beneath New York City, the blinding grandeur of Aetheria dominated the landscape.The Holographic Tactical Arena stood in a massive circular formation, resembling a colossal Roman Colosseum. However, it had been built entirely from floating energy crystals. From the dazzling main tribune that shimmered like diamond, thousands of eyes from Aetheria’s elite factions stared sharply toward the center of the arena.Matthew Thomas stood at the center of the circle. His black shirt, stained with dried blood, contrasted starkly against the glowing white arena floor.At that moment, Matthew’s head throbbed violently. The aftereffects of yesterday’s quantum module assimilation still tortured his cranial nerves, causing his vision to blur and flicker red every few seconds.Behind him, Nikolai Sergeevich held a modified plasma rifle, his jaw rigid, while Caleb Foster stood tensely beside him, his eyes constantly monitoring streams
CHAPTER 161 : The Queen’s Execution
The high-speed elevator continued descending deep beneath New York City. The numbers on the digital panel chimed softly as they passed Floor Minus Fifty.This place was Archon’s Black Detention Facility, a location that existed on no map, appeared on no public server, and remained entirely under the absolute control of the Thomas family.Viviane Lane stood rigidly in the center of the elevator. Her eyes stared at her own reflection in the stainless steel doors. She no longer saw the young woman who once cried under her mother’s pressure, nor the naïve CEO who had nearly lost everything to Mark Davies’s schemes. What stared back at her now carried the same sharp gaze as her husband.“Ma’am,” Veronica Wu’s voice broke the cold silence inside the lift. “The five traitorous executives have been placed in Sector B. They keep begging to contact their lawyers.”“Let them beg until their vocal cords tear apart,” Viviane replied without turning around. “In this underground facility, United Sta
CHAPTER 160 : Archon’s Shadow
A raging storm battered the thick glass windows on the eightieth floor of Archon Global Tower in New York City. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the executive conference room dominated by a twelve-meter-long black marble table.At the head of the table sat Viviane Lane in silence. Her beautiful, maternal face had frozen into porcelain. The sharply tailored black dress she wore radiated pure authority.Hidden beneath the table, out of sight from everyone else, her hand tightly gripped a silver wedding ring, Matthew Thomas’s ring, her husband’s.Around the table sat five men in expensive suits, their postures rigid with tension. They were Archon’s senior executives, the remnants of Julian Vance’s shadow.“This is ridiculous, Mrs. Thomas,” Marcus Thorne said, breaking the silence. The man in his fifties, with neatly combed gray hair, leaned forward slightly.“It has been over fourteen days since your husband disappeared after the incident on that ocean platform. Archon’s stock is
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