All Chapters of The Trillionaire System: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The City in FearRain blurred the streets into smudged mirrors. Shopfronts that once spilled neon light now shuttered early. Markets thinned, their vendors too afraid to risk a stray accusation. Even the air felt taut, as if the city itself held its breath.Kane’s purge had begun in whispers—quiet arrests, small interrogations—but it had swelled into something far larger, something that could not be hidden. Men were dragged from their homes in front of neighbors. Women stood on doorsteps clutching their children, watching black vans vanish into the night. Whole stairwells emptied in hours.The people didn’t ask, Where did they go? They already knew.And yet, for all the terror, Kane felt no closer to control.Kane’s War RoomThe war room stank of stale smoke and spilled liquor. Maps lay scattered across the long table, their edges curling from damp. Red pins marked districts under lockdown. Blue circles noted sweeps. Entire blocks were shaded black, condemned as “tainted.”Kane paced

1 – The Crimson MorningAt dawn, Garden City looked like a battlefield painted by angels who had lost faith. A red haze hung over the skyline; black plumes curled from the industrial belts where fuel depots burned. Sirens didn’t stop anymore — they blended into the city’s pulse like a heartbeat gone mad.Kane Veylor had unleashed the full weight of his empire.Convoys thundered through boulevards. Public screens once showing news now flickered with the words “CIVIL ORDER MANDATE.” Soldiers, faceless behind tinted visors, slammed rifle butts on doors and shouted names that no one dared answer to.People didn’t resist. They closed their curtains, whispered prayers, and pretended they didn’t hear the screams two buildings away.In every district, Kane’s banners fluttered wet against the rain — black, gold, and red — the colors of authority and decay.2 – The King in AshesInside his tower, Kane watched his city die with trembling hands gripping a tumbler of whiskey. His reflection on

1 – The Shattered ThroneKane’s tower no longer gleamed. The glass panes were cracked, the marble floors lined with soot and blood. His empire—once the perfect engine of fear—now looked like a rusting machine grinding itself apart.Only three lieutenants remained.Rourke stood stiff at the end of the table, his arm in a sling from shrapnel wounds. Donovan leaned against a pillar, silent as always. And beside them, a young strategist named Helia, newly promoted and dangerously ambitious.Kane’s voice was rough from shouting and smoke. “Three thousand men,” he rasped. “Three thousand gone because Cross thought himself clever.”Helia spoke first. “The people aren’t just running, sir. They’re helping him now. They’re smuggling supplies through the market routes. Our checkpoints are ignored.”Kane’s hand shot out, slamming the table. “Then we burn the markets.”Rourke winced. “Sir, the people are on edge. If we keep torching neighborhoods, we’ll have full rebellion on the surface.”Kane l

The first explosion hit at dawn. A shockwave rattled the lower structure of Kane’s tower, cracking the already wounded foundation. Smoke and sparks bled from the lower loading bays as Garden Below’s strike teams surged forward, their boots splashing through puddles left from broken fire lines. For the first time, Ethan Cross was not just defending. He was taking the war to the heart of the monster.The strike force was small but ruthless. Jun led the breach squad through the cargo entrance, tearing down welded barricades with scavenged breaching tools. Arman’s team moved along the ventilation shafts and access ladders, eliminating sentries before alarms could sound. Leah coordinated evac routes behind the assault—because no one trusted Kane not to turn the entire building into a tomb.Ethan walked with the lead unit, not behind. He wore no insignia, no cape, just his worn combat jacket, soot-streaked and sleeved to the elbows. The tunnels had taught him to lead with his hands dirty. T

The tower was silent. Not the tense silence of a battlefield waiting for its next volley of gunfire, but the hollow, heavy silence that comes after something breaks forever. Wind rushed through the shattered windows, bringing the scent of smoke, rain, and scorched metal. The city outside was still burning in places, but the gunfire that had been constant for weeks was… fading.Kane Veylor’s body lay near the dais, half in shadow, his blade still lying inches from his hand. The tyrant who had drowned and burned this city was finally still. For the first time since anyone could remember, the skyline did not belong to him.Ethan stood over him with his pistol lowered at his side, water dripping from his coat. He wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t triumphant. He was simply… breathing.Jun walked up quietly, his armor streaked with ash and blood. Behind him came Leah, limping slightly from shrapnel, followed by Arman and the remnants of the strike force. None of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Ev