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Chapter 340: Hostile Repossession

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The dark side of the Moon was supposed to be a dead, silent wasteland. Instead, it housed the Ouroboros Lunar Command—a sprawling, heavily fortified citadel constructed from black lunar rock and shielded by thick layers of plasma-reflective energy domes.

Inside the central command center, Commander Valerik stood before a massive holographic display. He was a cybernetically enhanced giant, his body a fusion of pale alien flesh and heavy dark-matter machinery. He watched greedily as
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  • The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge   Chapter 343: The Quarantine Squeeze

    The golden grid enveloping the Earth and Moon hummed with the oppressive weight of celestial litigation. It wasn’t a physical wall, but a smart contract written into the fabric of localized physics. Nothing faster-than-light could leave. Nothing could enter. Earth was officially under cosmic embargo.In the subterranean command center of Sterling Tower, the atmosphere was tense. The massive holographic globe in the center of the room displayed the golden barrier pulsing rhythmically."The Remnant Fleet is effectively paralyzed," Commander Val-Kor’s holographic projection reported, his crystalline features tight with frustration. "Our impulse engines function, but any attempt to initiate slipstream travel results in a total system override. We are trapped in this system, Planet's Alpha."Jack leaned over the tactical table, his golden eyes analyzing the grid. "It's an injunction. The Cosmic Shareholders can't kill us outright because of my capital res

  • The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge   Chapter 342: The Golden Audit

    The lunar command center was bathed in a flawless, piercing golden light. The spatial rift hovering above the ruined consoles did not tear or violently warp reality like the Devourer’s dark magic; it sliced through the fabric of the universe with mathematical perfection. Jack Sterling stood his ground, the apocalyptic energy of the absorbed lunar meltdown still humming beneath his skin. His dark-gold eyes locked onto the rift. Beside him, Marcus raised his massive shield, and Katherine seamlessly brought her void-sniper to bear, her breath frosting the air. From the golden fissure stepped a figure of terrifying symmetry. It appeared humanoid, but its skin was forged of polished, featureless brass. It wore a suit composed of shifting geometric light, and in its hand rested a perfectly balanced golden scale. It possessed no face, only a single, glowing white sigil where a mouth should be. "Designation: Jack Sterling. Status: Unauthorized Market Anomaly," the entity spok

  • The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge   Chapter 341: The Lunar Audit

    Red warning sirens wailed through the crumbling Ouroboros base. The floor vibrated violently as the stolen Genesis energy in the lunar core reached critical mass. Valerik laughed, a wet, rattling sound, eager to drag the Planet's Alpha down into a fiery grave with him."Fifty seconds!" Katherine shouted, her tactical HUD flashing with urgent radiation warnings. She stood beside Marcus, projecting an absolute-zero frost dome over the three of them to ward off the rapidly rising ambient heat. "Jack, the core is going hyper-critical. If that detonates, the shrapnel will rain down on Earth like a shotgun blast. We have to fold space and get out of here!""If we leave, Earth takes the hit," Jack said, his voice a calm anchor in the storm of chaos. He walked toward the main reactor viewing port, staring down into the blinding, boiling mass of volatile energy below. "I'm not letting these squatters trash my neighborhood.""Jack, what are you doing?" Marcus asked, stepping up

  • The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge   Chapter 340: Hostile Repossession

    The dark side of the Moon was supposed to be a dead, silent wasteland. Instead, it housed the Ouroboros Lunar Command—a sprawling, heavily fortified citadel constructed from black lunar rock and shielded by thick layers of plasma-reflective energy domes.Inside the central command center, Commander Valerik stood before a massive holographic display. He was a cybernetically enhanced giant, his body a fusion of pale alien flesh and heavy dark-matter machinery. He watched greedily as the energy siphon meters climbed."The extraction is proceeding at maximum capacity," a technician reported, his hands flying across the console. "We have secured enough Genesis energy to power the deep-space beacon. The true Architects will hear us."Valerik sneered, his metallic jaw grinding. "Let Sterling have his dirt ball. By the time he realizes we used his planet as a battery, the Architects will arrive and wipe his entire pathetic species from the cosmic ledger.""Sir!" an

  • The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge   Chapter 339: The Core's Awakening

    The countdown hit zero, but the Earth did not simply shatter. It screamed.A deafening, tectonic groan tore through the bedrock of Manhattan. The plaza beneath Jack Sterling’s boots splintered like fragile glass, revealing a terrifying abyss of boiling magma and pulsing, corrupted red light. The planetary drill had done its job. It had pierced the mantle and aggravated the Genesis Seed—a primordial entity slumbering within the Earth’s core. Massive, molten tendrils thicker than skyscrapers erupted from the chasm, reaching toward the sky with a blind, destructive hunger."You are too late, Sterling!" High Priest Malakor shrieked, dangling helplessly from Jack’s grip. Even facing death, the Ouroboros fanatic was drunk on his own apocalyptic victory. "The World-Breaker is awake! It will consume your cities, boil your oceans, and crack this pathetic mudball into a billion pieces! You are the Planet's Alpha? Let us see you command a dying world!"Ja

  • The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge   Chapter 338: The Margin Call

    Above the Earth, the orbital defense grid was in ruins.The Purifier faction of Ouroboros had struck with lethal precision. Three massive, wedge-shaped stealth dreadnoughts hung over the atmosphere of New York, raining suppressed orbital strikes down on the city.At the base of the ruined Sterling Tower, the situation was desperate.The remaining Urban Fangs and Aegis security forces were pinned down behind makeshift barricades. Aaliyah was frantically typing on a scorched terminal, trying to keep the subterranean blast doors closed. Ben Carter, his vampiric eyes glowing red, was firing a heavy plasma rifle, his suit covered in ash and alien blood.In the center of the plaza, a massive, terrifying machine was deployed. It was a planetary drill, composed of vibrating, dark-matter rings, slowly eating its way through the bedrock, aiming straight for the Earth's mantle.Standing atop the drill was High Priest Malakor, the leader of the Purifiers. He was clad in

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