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The Vault wasn’t on any map. It sat hidden beneath a forgotten subway line, a massive iron door embedded in a brick wall blackened by decades of soot. Ethan Cross stood before it, his breath clouding the cold air, blood still dried beneath his nails from the fight last night. Wren stood beside him, scanning the surroundings like a hawk. “You sure you’re ready for what’s behind that door?” “I wasn’t ready for betrayal, poverty, or being used like trash,” Ethan said, stepping forward. “But I survived all of it. I’ll survive this too.” --- The door groaned open with a mechanical hiss, revealing an underground hallway lined with metal panels and dim lights. It looked like something out of a dystopian movie—cold, secretive, and dangerous. “This place belonged to your father,” Wren said as they entered. “He built it as a sanctuary. A base. A place to store what the Nine couldn’t erase.” Ethan ran his fingers along the wall, where old surveillance monitors flickered to life. One showed a photo of his father… younger, stronger, and burning with ambition—just like Ethan now. “I always thought he was just a mechanic,” Ethan muttered. Wren scoffed. “That was the cover. Your father was one of the most feared traders in the Ouroboros Network. Until he made the mistake of trying to change the rules.” --- They reached the central chamber—a vast circular room filled with old-world servers, locked cabinets, and walls plastered with coded blueprints. In the center stood a pedestal with a black case atop it. Ethan opened it. Inside was a sleek, titanium-plated phone with one word engraved on the back: “Legatum.” Latin for legacy. He powered it on. The screen flashed once, then a loading screen appeared. > Welcome, Ethan Cross. You are now the rightful heir of Legatum. Access granted. Wren watched him carefully. “That’s not just a device. It’s your father’s final weapon.” “What does it do?” Ethan asked. “It connects you directly to the Shadow Market. The place where global kings are made.” --- Before Ethan could respond, the screen flickered again. A message popped up. > URGENT PRIORITY: Client Request – Purchase Authority Over Hawthorne Bank Bidding Price: $1.2 Billion. Current Holder: Mason Whitaker. Ethan’s eyes narrowed. Mason. He was the same arrogant bastard who mocked Ethan at Oakridge. He also happened to control one of the largest financial institutions on the East Coast. Now Ethan had a chance to take it all. --- “I want it,” Ethan said. Wren raised an eyebrow. “Do you even have the liquidity to outbid Whitaker?” Ethan tapped into his offshore accounts, accessed the Shadow Market, and began moving pieces like a master tactician. Old investments flipped. Forgotten shares sold. A rare Chinese tech patent he’d quietly acquired last week? Liquidated in under an hour. By nightfall, Ethan had $1.5 billion lined up. Every cent was calculated, leveraged, and sharpened like a blade. --- The following day, inside the Hawthorne Bank HQ… Mason sat comfortably in his high-rise office, legs crossed, sipping aged whiskey as his board members praised his brilliant acquisition of a Brazilian fintech. “I’m untouchable,” he said with a smug grin. That’s when the building shook. Or rather, trembled—with the weight of betrayal. A secretary burst into the room. “S-Sir… the voting board just turned. 62% of Hawthorne’s controlling shares were purchased this morning… by someone named Cross.” Mason dropped his glass. “What?!” The boardroom screens flickered. Ethan appeared via video call, sitting casually in his own boardroom, a smirk on his face. “Miss me, Mason?” “You son of a—!” “Save it,” Ethan said coolly. “You humiliated me in front of your country club goons. You called me a delivery boy. And now?” He leaned forward. “You’re my employee.” --- Gasps filled the boardroom. The board president, who had always disliked Mason’s arrogance, stood up. “Mr. Cross, what are your instructions?” Ethan didn’t miss a beat. “Effective immediately, Mason Whitaker is removed from all senior management. Strip him of security access, escort him out of the building, and kindly remind him that break-room coffee is off-limits to non-staff.” Mason’s face turned beet red. “You think this is over?” “Oh, it’s just getting started,” Ethan said with a smile. --- Back in The Vault, Wren looked impressed. “You just decapitated the financial head of one of the Nine’s biggest sympathizers,” she said. “You realize they’ll come at you now… hard.” “I’m counting on it,” Ethan replied. “Let them try.” Just then, another message popped up on the Legatum phone: > NEW TASK UNLOCKED: Uncover the Ghost Fund Clue: It was buried where your father bled. Wren frowned. “The Ghost Fund...” “You know what it is?” “It’s a hidden war chest,” she explained. “A reserve the founders built in secret. Worth more than $30 billion. Your father was rumored to have access to it before he... died.” Ethan stared at the screen. “That money could buy elections. Nations. Hell, a shadow empire.” Wren nodded grimly. “Exactly. And if you find it, the Nine will come at you with everything they’ve got.” Ethan’s gaze hardened. “Good,” he said. “Let them come. But when they do, I won’t be running.” --- That night, Ethan returned to his penthouse, feeling the weight of power settle heavier on his shoulders. The lights of the city blinked below, oblivious to the silent war brewing above them. His phone buzzed again. Unknown number. > “You made your first real move, Ethan. But you forgot the cost of kingship. One of yours will bleed next.” Attached was a photo. Of Jules—his old friend, his only remaining connection from before the rise—tied to a chair, bloodied and unconscious. Ethan’s blood ran cold. They weren’t just coming for him. They were coming for everyone he cared about.
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Chapter 135 : The Gathering Storm
The desert stretched endless beneath the jet, gold dunes flashing like waves under the morning sun. Ethan sat by the window, silent, his reflection fractured against the glass. Every word Cain had spoken still rang in his ears: You were not born. You were cultivated.He clenched his fists until his knuckles whitened. Vessel or not, Cain would not own him.Across the cabin, Wren sharpened her dagger with precise, rhythmic strokes, watching him without saying a word. She hadn’t pressed him since that night, but her silence was louder than any question. Camille was buried in her holo-screens, running projections, mapping risk scenarios. Kael leaned back in his seat, smoke curling from his lips, pretending to nap though Ethan knew he was listening.The Dubai Summit loomed ahead—a convergence of tycoons, warlords, innovators, and shadow players. The perfect stage to prove his legitimacy. Or the perfect slaughterhouse if Cain had his way.Camille broke the silence. “Word’s out. Helena’s cal
Chapter 134 : Cain’s Shadow
The safehouse was quiet after the trial, too quiet. Survivors whispered in corners, their eyes flicking to Ethan with a mix of awe and fear. He had walked into Helena’s trap and walked out alive, but the price of victory weighed on him.Wren sat sharpening her blade, her knuckles still pale. Camille fiddled with the servers, muttering about “signal ghosts.” Kael smoked in silence.Ethan stared at his trembling hands. Even now, he could feel the phantom weight of those chains burning into his skin. Helena’s words gnawed at him: Every fight makes you him. Every scar pulls you closer.The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then the entire room froze.Not just the power—time itself. Smoke from Kael’s cigarette hung suspended in the air. Camille froze mid-keystroke. Wren’s blade paused against the whetstone.Only Ethan moved.A slow clap echoed through the frozen room.He turned, and his stomach lurched.Cain stood in the doorway, dressed in black that shimmered like oil, his silver eyes gleam
Chapter 133 : Trial by Ghost
The desert air still smelled of fire when Ethan’s convoy reached the safehouse. Trucks lined with stolen weapons groaned to a halt, engines coughing smoke. Survivors stumbled out, bloodied but alive. For the first time since Dubai, there was laughter—bitter, sharp, but real.Wren dropped onto the sand beside Ethan, wiping her blade clean. “That was chaos.”“It was necessary,” Ethan said, eyes still fixed on the horizon. The image of Cain’s enforcer dying under his knife burned in his mind. Necessary, yes. But Cain’s voice had lingered in his skull, whispering, praising.Before he could answer Wren, Camille shoved through the crowd, a tablet in her hands. Her face was pale. “You need to see this.”She tapped the screen. A broadcast filled the safehouse wall.Helena stood in a chamber of shifting glass, her figure draped in silk that glowed like flame. Behind her, hundreds of holo-screens flickered—faces of Council representatives, Ghost Market moderators, and world leaders tuning in. H
Chapter 132 : First Blood
The ruins of Dubai still smoked in the distance when Ethan gave his first command.They gathered in the abandoned hangar on the desert’s edge, a ragged collection of survivors who had once been heirs, killers, and kings. Now they were exiles. Ethan paced before them, his eyes burning with a resolve they hadn’t seen since the Summit.“We strike tonight.”Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Mira stepped forward, her robes still stained with her brother’s blood. “Strike where? We barely survived last time. Cain will expect us to crawl into hiding.”“Good,” Ethan said. “That’s why he won’t see this coming.”He flicked his wrist, projecting a map onto the hangar wall. It showed the northern quarter of Dubai—the docks. “The Council is moving weapons through the Ghost Markets into the real world. Drones, railguns, mind-scramblers. Tonight, a shipment leaves the port. Guarded. Untouchable. Unless we make it ours.”Kael, his leg still bound in steel braces, grunted. “So we steal from Cain’s own
Chapter 131 : Building from Ashes
The desert outside Dubai was silent, except for the low hum of drones circling high above, feeding Helena’s propaganda to the world. Ethan stood on the roof of a burned-out villa, the city’s fires still visible on the horizon. His body was numb, but his mind burned hotter than the ruins.The Dubai Summit was meant to be his triumph, his stage to declare himself King. Instead, Cain had turned it into a slaughterhouse. Helena now ruled the headlines, crowned as the world’s savior while Ethan’s name was dragged through the mud.Behind him, Wren leaned against the cracked wall, blade balanced across her knees. She hadn’t taken her eyes off him since they fled. Camille sat a little further away, wrapping her bleeding arm with torn cloth, her face pale and hollow. They were what remained. From the dozens Ethan had gathered, only a handful escaped.Ethan clenched his jaw. This is what Cain wanted—to strip me down to nothing. To make me kneel.Cain’s voice slithered into his skull, smooth as
Chapter 130 : Ashes of a Throne
The Dubai skyline still burned when Ethan staggered into the morning light. Black smoke coiled into the sky like funeral banners, the glass skin of the Burj Khalifa cracked and bleeding. Sirens wailed far below, but no fire engines or rescue crews came. Cain had sealed the city with silence.Around Ethan, the survivors were pitifully few. Camille stumbled beside him, her face streaked with soot and dried blood. Her hands shook around the shard of glass she still carried, as though afraid to let it go. Wren walked a pace behind them, her blade still wet, her eyes fixed on Ethan’s back like she was weighing whether to bury it between his shoulders.The summit was over. The alliances were dead before they could be born. Cain had won.Not won, Ethan corrected himself, chest heaving. Not yet.He forced his body forward, dragging his survivors into the ruined lobby. The once-gilded marble was stained with blood and littered with corpses. Ghost soldiers had vanished, leaving only the evidenc
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