Semua Bab The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Bab 341 - Bab 350

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 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 war room was dead silent. The transmission loop played again, the static-laced voice of a dying Remnant scout echoing off the walls.“...hybrid fleet is approaching. Target: The Galactic Mint.”"The Galactic Mint," Ben whispered, the color draining from his face. For a vampiric CFO, this was the equivalent of hearing the sun was going out. "Jack, if they destroy the Mint, the entire foundation of the Supernatural Ledger collapses. Every Abyssal Merit, every cosmic contract, every ounce of financial authority you wield will be rendered completely void. You’ll be stripped of your interdimensional capital.""They figured it out," Katherine stated, her tactical mind racing. "The Devourer realized it couldn't beat you in a straight fight because you keep buying out its attacks. So it's teaming up with the surviving Ouroboros fanatics to burn down the bank."Jack stared at the holographic map. "Where is the Mint?""It exist

"What in the name of the Old Gods is that?" Marcus breathed, his eyes wide as he stared at the tactical display.Clinging to the golden hull of the Galactic Mint was a beast that defied reason. It resembled a gargantuan, segmented worm, but its segments were made of crushed starships and pulsing, corrupted flesh. Its maw was a swirling vortex of anti-matter, grinding against the cosmic glass of the Mint's primary vault."It's a Debt-Eater," Ben’s voice trembled over the comms. "It’s a specialized Devourer weapon. It doesn't eat biological matter, Jack. It eats concepts. It is literally devouring the stored supernatural capital of the universe. If it breaches the main vault, the Ledger will zero out. Every contract, every debt, every asset we hold will cease to exist.""Then we liquidate the worm," Jack said coldly, drawing his dark-gold sword. The blade hummed, hungry for blood. "Val-Kor, engage the hybrid fleet. Keep their cruisers off our backs. Katherin

The silence on the golden hull of the Galactic Mint was deafening. The cosmic dust from the annihilated Debt-Eater still drifted like glittering snow, but Jack Sterling’s attention was entirely consumed by the man stepping out of the primary vault.Arthur Sterling. The grandfather who had supposedly died in a tragic plane crash twenty years ago. The patriarch who had built the Sterling empire from nothing.He looked exactly as he had in the old oil paintings hanging in the manor—impeccably dressed in a tailored, charcoal three-piece suit, his silver hair perfectly combed. But his eyes were different. They lacked humanity. They glowed with the cold, unforgiving light of a balanced spreadsheet."Grandfather," Jack said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the soles of his magnetic boots. "You're a long way from the family cemetery."Arthur adjusted his silver pocket watch, not breaking his strides as he walked across the cosmic glass