2025-12-10 04:21:56Mr. Chen’s face cycled through disbelief, rage, and finally, a chilling, calculating fear. He stared at the security guard's tablet, which displayed the irreversible $50,000 transfer—the exact amount of the fabricated debt, moved out of his private fund fifteen minutes ago.
“Impossible,” Mr. Chen whispered, his authority crumbling like dry plaster. He looked back at Zane, the supposed "zero," who now stood before him with the quiet confidence of a man holding all the cards.
“Check your news feeds, Mr. Chen,” Zane suggested, his voice devoid of emotion. “The Zhangs have activated their surveillance network, preparing for their hostile takeover attempt against your daughter’s presentation this afternoon. I have already rendered their entire spy effort useless.”
The guards exchanged nervous glances. Mr. Chen, a man whose entire career was built on sensing weakness and exploiting it, could smell the truth: the worthless Son-in-Law was suddenly the most dangerous asset he possessed.
“You… you hacked the Zhangs?” Mr. Chen stammered.
“I protected your family's investment—your daughter,” Zane corrected. “You manufacture $50,000 in false debt to humiliate me. I take the $50,000 and offer you guaranteed victory over your rivals. The price of my continued service is respect, Mr. Chen, and full access to the resources I deem necessary to protect Liya.”
The word 'respect' hung in the air, heavy and absolute. Mr. Chen knew surrender when he saw it. Fighting Zane would expose his family’s illegal operations and the inexplicable loss of the debt money. Cooperating meant securing his political and financial standing this afternoon.
"You have twenty-four hours to prove the Zhangs will fail," Mr. Chen ground out, regaining a sliver of control. "If they fail, I grant you the privileges. If they succeed... you will face consequences you cannot imagine."
"Consequences are the currency I trade in," Zane said, his eyes conveying a truth that made Mr. Chen momentarily freeze. "The Zhangs will fall, Mr. Chen. Now, I require the key card to the unused West Wing office. Immediately."
Mr. Chen was forced to comply. The zero had just bought a five million dollar leverage with a fifty thousand dollar threat.
The Waking Bomb
Zane spent the next few hours in his new, quiet, private office in the West Wing—a stark contrast to the utility room. The first priority was confirming Caius's final, chilling threat: Liya is the key to permanently terminating your divine spark.
He couldn't rely on Caius's word, but he could rely on the System's data.
Zane sat at the desk, closing his eyes, and mentally focused his Divine Code (Lv. 1) on Liya's location: the Student Council office, three floors above. He wasn't spying on her; he was analyzing the metaphysical architecture surrounding her.
[Target: Liya Chen (Wife/Jailer).]
[Analysis: Active Suppression Field Detected.]
[Field Origin: Liya Chen's Subconscious Energy Signature.]
[Function: The Host's True Power (Ares) is directly linked to Liya's life force. Her vitality maintains the Containment Buffer. Removing her will result in immediate Core Breach and Fatal Power Surge.]
The data was absolute. Caius was right. Liya wasn't actively trying to betray him; she was the containment field—an unwitting, biological prison for his divine wrath. The Chens didn't know what they had married off; they only knew that keeping Zane alive and weak somehow boosted their family's luck.
I can't let her get hurt. But I can't let her family use her either.
The complication added a deep, strategic layer to the conflict. His goal was no longer merely survival; it was Protection for Acquisition. He had to protect the jailer to save the Commander.
Preparation for War
Zane accessed his newly created offshore account using his secure laptop. He wasn't buying guns or explosives; a true Commander buys information and utility.
Acquisition 1: Intelligence Network. Zane commissioned a series of dark web intelligence gathering services to scan for the Mark of the Serpent sigil and energy signatures matching the Scions of Chaos globally. Price: $500,000.
Acquisition 2: Secure Communication. He purchased encrypted satellite phones and advanced digital countermeasures to prevent his communications from ever being traced by both mortal agencies and Scion technology. Price: $200,000.
Acquisition 3: The Sanctuary. He used the bulk of the money to purchase a dilapidated, abandoned warehouse district on the edge of the city—a perfect, secluded location to serve as a high-tech training and operations base. He needed to train his mortal body to handle the System's power surges. Price: $3.5 Million.
The System flashed a new mission completion: Acquisition Protocol Complete. Reward: Skill Unlock: Basic Surveillance (Lv. 1).
[Skill Acquired: Basic Surveillance (Lv. 1).]
[Function: Enhances Host's perception of audio and visual data. Can intercept and decode low-level mortal communication.]
The timing was perfect.
The Price of Campus Glory
It was 3:00 PM. The auditorium was packed for the televised Student Council President's annual address. Zane stood discreetly in the back, dressed in new, tailored clothes—a gift from Mr. Chen, a token of forced respect.
Liya Chen was on the stage, delivering a flawless speech on campus sustainability. She was commanding, beautiful, and utterly unaware that she was the linchpin of an ancient, cosmic war.
Suddenly, a massive, high-definition screen dropped down behind her, overriding the university's projector system. The image filling the screen was a compromising photo—a blatant, manufactured smear designed to ruin her reputation.
The auditorium gasped. The Zhangs' agents in the audience began to murmur loudly, ready to pounce.
But then, Zane activated his new skill, Basic Surveillance (Lv. 1). He didn't need to look at the hackers; he only needed to intercept the malicious data stream.
In his mind, he saw the network of the Zhang Clan's sabotage system. Using a lightning-fast application of Divine Code (Lv. 1), he didn't stop the image; he edited the source file in real time.
On the screen, the compromising photo of Liya warped and twisted, turning instantly into a ridiculously filtered image of Victor Huo (the linebacker Zane had injured) wearing a clown nose and a sign that read: I Love the Zhang Clan.
The entire auditorium erupted in confusion, then mass, uncontrollable laughter. The Zhangs' carefully orchestrated attack had instantly devolved into an embarrassing, juvenile prank on their own muscle.
Liya, confused but quick-witted, smiled into the mic. "I see the Zhang Clan has resorted to childish digital vandalism. Perhaps they should focus on their studies."
The auditorium cheered. Liya's victory was absolute, and Zane's leverage was secured.
As he turned to leave, Zane received a final notification from his network, not from the System, but from the black-market intelligence agency he'd just hired.
[Intelligence Alert: Scion Activity Confirmed.]
[Location: Abandoned Warehouse District (Your New Property).]
[Note: Unknown Hostiles are currently clearing the area and fortifying the central warehouse. Mark of the Serpent confirmed.]
Zane stopped dead in the hallway. The Scions were already at his new base. They hadn't followed him; they had been there all along, preparing a trap.
They knew I would come.
The war had begun, and the Commander had just walked straight into an ambush.
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Chapter 85
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Chapter 84
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Chapter 82
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