Home / System / Wealth Ascension System / Chapter 9: The Assistant and the Opportunity
Chapter 9: The Assistant and the Opportunity
Author: Adewale
last update2026-02-11 08:39:54

A week had passed since Mr. AK stole Legacy Corp. A week of building a ghost’s empire and obeying the System’s cold logic.

The worst command had come three days ago. A simple, terrifying text:

[TASK 4.5: CRASH ASSET - VALKANHEIM HYPERION.]

[PARAMETERS: CONTROLLED, HIGH-IMPACT. TOTAL LOSS. HOST SURVIVAL MANDATORY. NO LEGAL ENTANGLEMENTS.]

[TIME LIMIT: 17 HOURS.]

[REWARD: $60,000,000.00]

[PENALTY FOR FAILURE: SPINAL NEURAL SHOCK. PERMANENT MOTOR CONTROL LOSS.]

Sixty million. Five times the car’s $12 million price. The cost for failure was to live trapped in a useless body.

For twelve hours, he sat frozen in the driver's seat in his own garage, hands glued to the wheel. He remembered the bridge, the fall, the water, the peace of letting go. This was different. This was choosing to smash into a wall while wide awake. The fear was a cold sweat on his skin. His breath came in short, sharp gasps just thinking about it. He almost quit a hundred times, the image of a wheelchair flashing in his mind.

At the 16th hour, driven by a fear of the penalty greater than the fear of the crash, he drove to a dead stretch of old highway. He lined the silver Hyperion up with a concrete wall, put on a helmet and racing harness, and floored it.

The impact was a world of noise and violence. Metal screamed. Glass exploded. The harness dug into his bones like claws, and his head snapped forward against the helmet's padding. When the spinning stopped, he was alive, shaking violently, the car a broken toy around him. A discreet tow truck came, the driver asking no questions. An hour later, $60 million landed in his account. He didn't feel rich. He just felt tired, and the ghost of the steering wheel was still in his shaking hands.

---

Now, in the quiet library of his mansion, Ethan sat at his desk. The morning sun cut through the windows, painting long shadows. His black suit hung on a polished brass hook next to his high-backed leather chair, sharp and empty, waiting for the man to fill it.

The door opened without a knock.

Seraphina walked in, the click of her heels soft on the hardwood. She carried a simple tray: a black porcelain cup of coffee, steam curling in the cool air. She wore a fitted black dress that fell just above her knees, the fabric swaying subtly with her movement. It was professional, but it traced the lines of her body, the curve of her hips, the narrow line of her waist, the gentle slope of her shoulders. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail that emphasized the elegant line of her neck and the clean, sharp angles of her face, high cheekbones, a full mouth currently set in a faint, knowing smile. She was a vision of controlled efficiency, and Ethan’s gaze lingered for a half-second longer than necessary. He hadn't hired her for this, but he was a man, not a machine.

"Good morning, Mr. AK," she said, her voice a warm, smooth alto. She set the coffee on a slate coaster before him. "You look like you actually saw a bed last night. A nice change from the 'haunted crypt' look you were sporting."

"Sleep found me eventually," he replied, his voice still rough with morning. He took the cup. The coffee was perfect, black, strong, just shy of bitter. "You're cheerful today."

"I'm always cheerful. You're just usually too busy brooding in your castle to notice," she teased, leaning a hip against the side of his massive desk. She smelled like clean linen and something faintly citrusy. "Or maybe I just enjoy my job. It's not every day a girl gets to help build an empire from scratch for a mystery man with excellent taste in coffee makers."

He almost smiled. Almost. "Is that what we're doing? Building an empire? I thought we were just moving money around."

"Potato, potahto," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Moving money is building an empire. The empire is just made of numbers instead of stone. Which, frankly, is better. Numbers don't crumble." She picked up her tablet, her demeanor shifting from playful to focused in a heartbeat. "Speaking of numbers, I found something while you were... whatever it is you do when you're not here brooding."

"I don't brood."

"You have a dedicated brooding chair. But fine. Let's call it 'strategic pondering.'" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled up a series of charts and graphs, turning the screen toward him. "There's a quiet bidding war heating up. For a little-known private tech firm called Kernel Dynamics."

Ethan took a slow sip, watching her. "Go on."

"On paper, they're small. A fifty-person shop. But they hold a patent for a new type of machine-learning processor. It's not just an incremental step; it's a leap. The kind that makes entire existing tech stacks obsolete. Whoever owns this patent owns the key to the next five years in AI hardware."

"Who's in the fight?"

"Mostly specialist venture funds. 'Apex Tech Ventures,' 'Neural Frontier Capital.' Smart money, but cautious. The current top bid, and the one everyone thinks will win, is from Voss Capital." She said the name as if it were any other fund, with no weight behind it. "They've bid thirty-five million. Rumor is the founder, a Dr. Aris Thorne, likes Marcus Voss's vision for integrating the tech. They're in final negotiations, could sign as soon as tomorrow."

Voss. The name landed in Ethan's gut like a lead weight. It wasn't just business anymore. It was a door swinging open onto a bright, tempting path of revenge. He did the mental math. His liquid capital was the $50 million from Legacy Corp and the $60 million from the crash. $110 million. Marcus Voss was a billionaire, but his readily available cash for a quick, off-market deal like this wouldn't be his entire fortune. A bid needed to be high enough to be unquestionable, a shock to the system, but not so high it was insane.

"Get me the full dossier," Ethan said, his voice dropping into the calm, decisive tone of Mr. AK. "All their financials, the patent paperwork, a deep dive on Dr. Thorne. Everything."

Seraphina's playful smile returned, wider this time. She enjoyed when he shifted gears like this. "Already compiled. I had a feeling you'd ask." She swiped, sending a thick digital file to his desktop monitor. "It's a solid, aggressive play. The risk is the patent's commercial viability, but the upside... it's the foundation of a real tech division for AK Holdings. Not just assets, but a future."

He leaned forward, scrolling through the data she'd prepared. It was thorough, sharp, anticipating his needs. "The Voss bid is thirty-five, you said?"

"Thirty-five flat. It's a strong number for them. Probably at the top of their range for this stage."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. He looked from the data to Seraphina's expectant face. "Prepare a counter-offer. From AK Holdings. All-cash terms, immediate close, no lengthy due diligence period." He paused, letting the suspense hang for a moment, watching her. "Make it forty-seven million."

Seraphina let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Forty-seven. That's a twelve-million-dollar premium. A grenade, not a counter-offer." Her head tilted. "You're sure? At forty-one or two, they might come back with a fight. At forty-seven... you're telling them to go home."

"That's the point," Ethan said, a cold, sharp edge entering his tone for the first time. "I'm not interested in a fight. I'm interested in a victory. A number that says the discussion is over. That this isn't a negotiation; it's a transfer of ownership."

A slow, brilliant smile spread across Seraphina's face. It wasn't just professional approval; it was genuine excitement. She loved the audacity. "I love it. It's arrogant. It's perfect. I'll draft the letter now. We can have it delivered to Dr. Thorne and the board before their final meeting with Voss this afternoon. It'll land like a thunderclap."

She pushed off from the desk, a new energy in her step. As she reached the door, she looked back over her shoulder, her expression turning sly again. "You know, for a man who claims to just be moving numbers around, you have a very expensive way of making a point. Stealing a crown jewel from a place like Voss Capital... people will notice."

"Let them notice," Ethan said, holding her gaze. "Let them wonder who AK is."

Her smile softened, just for a fraction of a second, into something that looked like admiration. "On it, boss."

She left, closing the door softly behind her.

Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 402: Six Weeks

    Lena found him that night, the way she always did, without being asked.It was nearly midnight. Zara had gone back to the Silver wing, where she'd moved that afternoon into a room of her own with a window and a radiator that actually worked, and Theo was asleep in the attic, snoring gently. Alexander couldn't sleep. He'd walked down to the terrace above the frozen lake and was standing at the stone balustrade in his coat, looking up at the mountains in the moonlight, when he heard her footsteps on the flagstones behind him.She came and stood beside him at the balustrade without saying anything. She was wearing her long black coat with the collar turned up, and her black hair was loose for once, falling in a sleek curtain around her pale face. In the moonlight, her gold eyes looked almost silver.They stood there together for a long time in the cold, not talking."You didn't take the Gold pin," she said finally."No.""Good." She smiled faintly. "It wouldn't have suited you.""Dame St

  • Chapter 401: The Ranking

    The mid-year ranking was announced on a Monday morning in early February, in the Great Hall, in front of every student at Aldermoor.It had been nearly two weeks since the glacier. Two strange, quiet weeks, in which the castle had felt like a house after a funeral. The story had been in every newspaper in Switzerland, though Inspector Haller had kept the most important details out of it. A Silver student at an elite academy had kidnapped a classmate and held her for ransom on a glacier. The kidnapper had escaped from hospital custody. An international manhunt was underway. Isabella Moreau's father had flown in from Paris with six bodyguards and stayed for three days, and Dame Sterling had spent most of those three days shut in her tower with him, and when he left, his face had been gray and thoughtful, and he'd shaken Alexander's hand in the courtyard without a word.Nobody had mentioned the Whale Mark. Nobody outside a very small circle knew that it had ever been on the mountain at a

  • Chapter 400: Rescue

    The police helicopter landed on the col above the Founders' Hut at eleven-forty that night, its searchlight sweeping the snow, its rotors throwing up a blizzard that rattled the hut's single window in its frame.Inspector Haller came down the slope first, with four armed officers in white winter gear behind her, and stopped in the doorway of the hut and looked at the scene in front of her for a long moment without saying anything.Priya Nair sat on the floor against the far wall with her hands zip-tied behind her and her face turned away from the room. Damien Ashcroft lay on one of the wooden bunks with a blood-soaked sleeve and Alexander's scarf knotted tightly around his upper arm, very pale but awake, swearing quietly in an endless stream. And Isabella Moreau sat in the chair by the stove, her bonds cut, wrapped in two gray blankets, with Alexander kneeling on the floor in front of her holding both her hands in his."Well," Haller said finally. "I see you've started without me."--

  • Chapter 399: The Hut

    It took Alexander forty minutes to get Damien out of the crevasse, and afterward, he couldn't remember most of it.He remembered driving the snow anchor deep into the slope and clipping the rope to it, so that the anchor took Damien's weight instead of him. He remembered crawling forward on his belly to the edge of the hole, inch by inch, with the wind screaming over his back and the snow crumbling under his hands. He remembered looking down into the crevasse for the first time, a narrow blue throat dropping away into blackness, and seeing Damien hanging on the rope six meters below, his face white, his headlamp swinging in lazy circles against the walls.He remembered telling Damien what to do. Kick his crampons into the wall. Use the prusik loops on his harness to climb the rope, one loop at a time, the way the guides had shown everyone at the safety briefing on Monday. He remembered Damien saying he couldn't, he couldn't, his hands were too cold, and himself saying, very calmly, th

  • Chapter 398: Whiteout

    The storm reached the glacier at four o'clock in the afternoon, and within twenty minutes, Alexander couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.It came in from the west like a wall. One moment the sky was still blue overhead and the marker poles were stretching away across the snow in a clear red line. Then the gray cloud bank that had been creeping over the peaks all afternoon tumbled down the upper glacier toward them, and the wind hit, howling, flinging snow sideways so hard that it stung like sand. The light went flat and gray. The horizon disappeared. The ground and the sky became the same color, and there was nothing in any direction but white.Team Iron had just reached the top of the crevasse field when it hit. They were roped together, the way the route required on the glacier, ten meters of rope between each of them. Alexander could feel the rope tug at his harness behind him, but he couldn't see Zara at the other end of it, only a faint red smudge where her hat was."S

  • Chapter 397: The Endurance Trial

    The replica arrived at Aldermoor at eleven o'clock on Wednesday night, in a small wooden box carried up the mountain by Clara Vogel herself, who had driven three hours through the snow because she said she didn't trust a courier with it.She opened the box on the desk in the attic, under the single lamp, while Alexander and Lena and Felix and Zara and Theo crowded around her.Inside, on a bed of gray felt, lay a small black whale.Alexander took the real Mark out of his boot and laid it beside the copy. Then he stepped back and looked at them both, and for a long moment he honestly couldn't tell which was which. The same smooth, dark volcanic stone. The same gentle curve of the back, the same tiny ridge where the tail flared, the same deep polish that seemed to drink the lamplight. Even the weight in his palm felt the same."Obsidian," Clara said quietly. "From the same volcanic field in the Eolian islands as the original, I think. My grandfather has had a piece in the workshop for fo

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App