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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 177 : The Price of Peace
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