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Ethan’s fingers trembled—not with fear, but fury. On his phone screen, Jules hung limp in a chair, blood crusting the side of his temple. The image was grainy, but unmistakable. His only true friend—kid who’d once patched Ethan up after a street fight, who gave him a place to sleep when Clarissa kicked him out—was now a hostage in this sick, invisible game. Attached was a note in cold, precise lettering: > “Withdraw from the Ghost Fund search, or he dies.” – Council Operative: Fenrir Ethan didn’t flinch. He didn’t panic. He stood calmly, walked to his whiskey cart, poured two fingers of scotch, and downed it in one shot. Then he picked up his phone and dialed. --- “Wren. They took Jules.” He didn’t wait for pleasantries. Silence, then: “Send me the photo. I’ll run trace analysis. But Ethan… if it’s Fenrir, we’re dealing with a ghost. Ex-black ops. One of the Council’s oldest dogs.” “Then I’ll put him down like one.” --- Forty minutes later, Ethan walked into his war room. A massive digital display lit up the wall. Every acquisition, every shell company, every hostile takeover he’d led—all organized in glowing lines of power and influence. He tapped into the Legatum System, swiping through interface screens only he had access to. Asset Evaluation: Hawthorne Bank... $2.8 Billion. Net Liquid Capital Available: $490 Million. Unallocated Power Tokens: 3. Black Market Favor Balance: 1 (unredeemed) He had resources. He had leverage. He had options. But time? That was running out. --- Wren’s voice crackled through his comms. “We found something. Facial scan confirms the photo of Jules was taken in Sector 17—an off-grid industrial zone owned by the Vale Consortium.” Ethan’s eyes darkened. Vale Consortium belonged to Councilman Adrik Vale, a member of the Nine. Old money, old power, and a hatred for “self-made scum” like Ethan. He snapped his fingers. His chief of security appeared within seconds. “Tell the driver to prep the Ghost Convoy,” Ethan ordered. “Bulletproof rides. Drones in the air. I want boots on the ground in thirty minutes.” “And what’s the objective, sir?” Ethan’s gaze was steel. “Extraction. And a message.” --- Sector 17 – Two Hours Later It was hell on earth. Rust-covered warehouses lined cracked roads. Electric fences hissed in the dark. Men with assault rifles patrolled with cold eyes and government-grade gear. Ethan’s convoy came in like a thunderstorm. The first vehicle crashed through the barrier. Drones buzzed above, jamming comms and scanning heat signatures. Smoke grenades dropped like rain. Ethan walked in the center, dressed in black, calm as a king returning to claim his throne. Inside warehouse nine, Fenrir waited—tall, muscular, eyes like steel traps. Jules was tied to a chair behind him, bruised but breathing. Fenrir smirked. “Didn’t think you’d show up yourself, rich boy.” Ethan stepped forward, hands in pockets. “I never outsource payback.” “Don’t come closer,” Fenrir warned, gun raised. “One wrong move and I splatter your buddy’s brains across the floor.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You really think you’re holding the cards?” The side doors exploded open. Wren stepped in with a flash team—former mercs, elite hackers, and ex-spies Ethan had quietly hired weeks ago using his Black Market Favor. In three seconds, Fenrir was disarmed and pinned to the floor. Jules coughed, dazed. “Took you long enough, man.” Ethan knelt and cut him free. “You owe me a beer.” --- He stood and walked over to Fenrir, who grinned through a broken lip. “You think this stops the Council?” Fenrir spat. “You’re nothing but a glitch in a system older than your bloodline.” Ethan crouched beside him. “No,” he said. “I’m the update. The virus they never saw coming.” He stood, then turned to Wren. “Take him to the Vault. Strip him of everything. I want to know what he eats, who he calls, how he sleeps.” Wren nodded. “And after that?” Ethan’s voice was cold. “We erase him.” --- The next day… News broke across financial networks that Cross Corp had pulled off another unheard-of move: acquiring ValeTech Defense, a sub-arm of the Vale Consortium. Ethan had bought Adrik Vale’s teeth right out of his mouth. The press called it genius. The Nine called it war. Ethan sat at the edge of his private rooftop, sipping coffee, watching the sunrise. Jules stood beside him, bandaged but breathing. “Why’d you come for me?” Jules asked. “You could’ve walked away. You’re a billionaire now.” Ethan didn’t look at him. “Because I remember what it was like to be the guy no one came for.” A beat passed. Then Ethan added, “Besides, I’m not done.” --- Wren joined them with a new dossier in hand. “We cracked Fenrir’s safehouse. Found this.” She handed Ethan a black envelope with gold wax. He broke the seal and pulled out a map—a digital layout overlaid with cipher codes and encrypted symbols. “Is that the Ghost Fund map?” Jules asked. Wren nodded. “Part of it. It leads to one of the Gatekeepers.” “Gatekeeper?” Ethan asked. “Each Gatekeeper holds a piece of the Ghost Fund’s location,” Wren explained. “There are three. The Council only knows the identity of one.” “And the rest?” “Your father did. Which means… it’s buried somewhere in your past.” Ethan studied the map. A red X sat marked in the center of a mountain range in Eastern Europe. Underneath, a single word: Caligo. Latin for fog. --- Ethan stood, eyes locked on the horizon. “Get the jet ready,” he said. “We’re going to Caligo.” Wren hesitated. “That’s enemy territory. If the Nine find out—” “They already know.” He turned, the wind rustling his coat like a war flag. “Now let them try to stop me.” --- Elsewhere… In a black chamber beneath the Mediterranean, six holograms flickered around a crystal table. “Cross has survived every move,” one growled. “He’s a virus.” “His reach grows by the day,” another muttered. “Adrik lost everything in one night.” “He has the Legatum. He’s close to the Ghost Fund.” The final voice was soft but venomous. “Then we don’t just attack his allies,” she said. “We bury his past.” --- That night, Ethan received a message on the Legatum. > URGENT FILE UNLOCKED: Codename: "Project Genesis" Status: Compromised Linked Subjects: E. Cross Sr. – T. Holloway – Subject 09: E. Cross Jr. He stared at the words. Subject 09. They hadn’t just watched him. They had created him.
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Chapter 180 : The Loser Who Bought the World
The war was over, but the echoes of it still haunted the sky.Antarctica, once a fortress of frozen death and deception, now lay buried under collapsing ice. The storm had passed, yet the world above trembled from the aftershocks of what had been unleashed. The Council was gone. Cain was gone. The Cipher—a godless machine born of greed and blood—was ash.And Ethan Cross was still standing.He stood at the edge of the world, his breath ghosting in the cold air. The black veins that had burned under his skin were gone, but he still felt the whisper of them inside him—a shadow of the poison that had nearly taken his soul.Wren came up behind him, her footsteps crunching over the frost. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. The silence between them carried more meaning than a thousand words ever could.Ethan turned slightly, meeting her eyes. “It’s done,” he said quietly.Wren looked out toward the ruins of the Vault. “The Cipher’s gone. The Council’s dead. But the world…” Her voice caugh
Chapter 179 : The Last Throne
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Chapter 178 : The Man Who Refused to Die
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Chapter 177 : The Price of Peace
Snow fell like ash over the ruins of the Antarctic base. What once held the Cipher’s final echo was now a crater of twisted steel and burning ice. Ethan stood at its edge, watching the flames die into blue smoke. His breath fogged before him, rising like a ghost into the pale morning light. The Cipher was gone.But peace… peace was not what he felt.He could still hear its whisper, buried in the cracks of his mind. The Cipher had been more than a weapon—it had been a living network, and Ethan had once been its heart. Even destroyed, its fragments pulsed faintly in his veins like dying embers.Behind him, Wren approached quietly. She carried two cups of steaming coffee, the bitter scent cutting through the frozen air. She handed one to him without a word. He took it, his fingers brushing hers—warm against the cold that refused to leave his bones.“You didn’t sleep,” she said softly.Ethan gave a faint, humorless smile. “Neither did you.”She shrugged. “Someone has to make sure the worl
Chapter 176 : The Loser’s Crown
The snow hadn’t melted. Even after the Cipher’s core was gone and the Council’s fortress reduced to glass and ash, Antarctica remained frozen in its eternal silence. Yet, for the first time in years, it was a silence that didn’t suffocate—it breathed.Ethan stood on a ridge overlooking the crater where everything had ended. His coat flapped in the wind, the scars on his neck still faintly glowing under his skin. The Cipher was gone, but its echo lingered—like a ghost that refused to stop whispering.Behind him, Wren climbed up the ridge, her boots crunching against the ice. She stopped beside him, breath forming white clouds.“You shouldn’t be out here,” she said, half-scolding, half-concerned.“I’ve been out here before,” Ethan murmured. “When this was still their stronghold. When I thought power could fix everything.”She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “And now?”He turned to her, his gaze soft. “Now I know it’s not power that fixes the world. It’s the ones who dare to start over
Chapter 175 : The End of the Beginning
The snowstorm had died hours ago, but the silence it left behind was louder than thunder. Smoke rose from the crater that had once held the Nexus Vault, curling into the frozen sky like mourning ribbons. The air was thick with the metallic taste of burnt circuitry and frost.Camille stood at the edge of the ruins, her breath fogging in the cold. Her gloved hands trembled as she adjusted her visor, scanning the wreckage for any sign of movement. Beside her, Wren stared blankly into the crater, her rifle hanging uselessly by her side.“He’s gone,” Camille whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s over.”Wren didn’t move. Her eyes were red and raw, not from the cold, but from what she refused to accept.“No,” she said finally, her tone flat. “Not until I see him.”Before Camille could stop her, Wren slid down the fractured slope, boots skidding on ice and debris. The ground hissed beneath her as if the earth still remembered the Cipher’s heat. She reached the center, where everything had turn
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