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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 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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