The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 321 - チャプター 330

The reaction was instantaneous, violent, and absolute. The vial slipped from Jack’s fingers, shattering on the metal grating. He fell to his knees, his back arching as a scream tore itself from his throat. It wasn't a scream of pain; it was the roar of a caged titan finally breaking its chains. Golden light erupted from his eyes, his mouth, the pores of his skin. The dim, jaundiced lighting of the Aethelgard was utterly overwhelmed by the blinding, solar brilliance radiating from Jack’s core. "Jack!" Katherine rushed forward, but a shockwave of pure kinetic energy blasted her back into Marcus's waiting arms. "Don't touch him!" Charon yelled over the roaring sound of power. "He is reforming! The Origin is merging with the void!" Inside Jack’s mind, a war was raging. The pure, ancient Origin Blood was crashing into the stolen entropy of the Architect, the dark hunger of the Maw, and the absolute bureaucratic weight of the Supernatural Ledger. For a terrifying

The battle for the lobby was a nightmare of symmetry.Marcus was locked in combat with his silver-skinned double. The sound of their collision was like tectonic plates grinding together. The real Marcus relied on his Shield Guardian barriers, deflecting blows that could level city blocks. The copy didn't bother with defense; it just hit harder, its body absorbing the kinetic energy and redirecting it."He's cheating!" Marcus roared, spitting a tooth. "He's using my own force against me!""Stop hitting him!" Jack shouted, dodging a blast of void energy from the fake Katherine. "You're feeding him!""Then what do I do? Ask him nicely to leave?""Disrupt his rhythm!"Jack turned his attention back to his own problem. The intruder-Katherine was a menace. She fought with all of his wife's ruthless efficiency but none of her self-preservation. She fired void-rounds that dissolved the floor, set traps with gravitational anomalies, and moved with a fluid grace

With the Foundry destroyed and the mimics dissolved into expensive silver puddles, Earth had earned a moment of respite. But Jack Miller didn’t believe in downtime."The Devourer is hurt," Jack said, pacing the war room. He was eating a protein bar with the ferocity of a starving wolf. "It's lost its herald, its factory, and its element of surprise. It's retreating to the Oort Cloud to lick its wounds. That gives us a window.""A window to do what?" Ben asked, looking at the new financial reports. "We're broke again, Jack. You spent the trillion-dollar refund blowing up the factory. We have liquid assets, sure, but cosmic-level currency? We're tapping out.""Then we need more capital," Jack said. "And I know where to get it."He pulled up a map of the solar system."The Remnant Fleet," Jack pointed to the cluster of ships orbiting Earth. "They paid us rent. But they're sitting on technology we need. Slipstream drives. Energy shielding. Anti-entropy wea

Dealing with the insubordinate thorns in the Remnant Fleet doubled Sterling Tower’s operational efficiency overnight. But Jack knew perfectly well that the Devourer wouldn't just swallow the bitter pill of having its Foundry blown up and its Vanguard slaughtered. Late that night, a torrential downpour hammered Manhattan. Amidst the roaring thunder, the maximum-security laboratory on Sub-Level 50 of Sterling Tower was suffocatingly quiet. Jack’s parents, Dr. James and Dr. Eleanor Miller, were in the final stages of synthesizing the ultimate stabilizer for the Origin Blood. Suddenly, the temperature in the lab plummeted to absolute zero without a single warning. Every security camera and motion sensor disintegrated into fine dust simultaneously. No alarms were triggered. In the air, a shadow with no physical form seeped through the ventilation shafts like liquid darkness. It coalesced into a faceless humanoid wielding twin blades of pure void-psionic energy. T

The repairs on the Remnant Fleet were progressing at breakneck speed, fueled by Sterling Industries' massive industrial output. Human manufacturing capacity paired with cutting-edge alien technology was breathing new life into the battered starships.However, restored power often breeds restored ambition.In low Earth orbit, aboard the Remnant Dreadnought Survivor-3, a mutiny was quietly boiling over. General Kaelen, the second-in-command to Fleet Commander Val-Kor, had his plasma pistol pressed firmly against Val-Kor’s skull."You're insane, Kaelen!" Val-Kor roared in fury. "Jack Sterling saved us! He provided us with energy and repairs! Mutiny now, and you push us all into the abyss!""Saved? No, he just wants to turn us into his guard dogs!" Kaelen snarled, his face twisted in malice. "Our warship is at seventy percent capacity. The warp drives are back online. If we take that human girl with the 'chaos probability' power, we can jump to the very edge of