All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

The entity hovering within the archway of the World Forge did not exude the cold, bureaucratic malice of the Static, nor the ravenous hunger of the Devourer. It radiated an overwhelming, ancient neutrality. It was a being composed entirely of interwoven galaxies and golden geometric light, suspended in a state of absolute, primordial calm. This was the First Architect—a relic from the previous iteration of the universe, left behind to guard the cosmic engine room. "You bear the Genesis Coin," the Architect’s voice resonated through the cavern, sounding like a choir of collapsing stars. "You have seized the Mint. You have acquired the title of Planet's Alpha. Yet, you stand before the Forge of Tomorrow covered in the ash of conflict." Jack didn't lower his sword. He met the entity's gaze with the uncompromising stare of a CEO dealing with a stubborn vendor. "I'm covered in ash because I just stopped a cosmic software glitch from formatting your hardware. I’m here to secure

The spatial tear above Central Park did not open with the graceful folding of dimensions Jack Sterling was accustomed to. It ripped apart with a violent, jagged screech, expelling Jack, Katherine, and Marcus into the frigid air of Manhattan. They hit the ground with crater-forming impacts, the kinetic shock absorbers in their Valkyrie-Apex armor whining under the immense stress of an uncalculated orbital drop. Jack stood up, brushing fragments of pulverized asphalt from his tailored suit. Beneath the Italian wool, his dark-gold armor hummed with the boundless energy of the World Forge. But the environment around them was entirely wrong. Central Park, usually a vibrant green heart in the center of the concrete jungle, was dead. It had been converted into a terrifying, flawless landscape of blinding white crystal. The trees were frozen fractal sculptures. The ponds were smooth sheets of absolute zero. Even the air felt thick, heavy with the oppressive weight of a cosmic forc

The sky above Earth was no longer a heaven; it was a ceiling of descending doom. Millions of jagged, continent-sized chunks of absolute-zero crystal plummeted toward the atmosphere like the shattered teeth of a dead god.In the subterranean command center of Sterling Tower, Ben Carter’s vampiric reflexes were pushed past the breaking point. His fingers were a blur of motion over the holographic terminals, his eyes bleeding from the sheer strain of processing the incoming data."The Remnant Fleet is doing everything they can, Jack!" Ben shouted over the neural link, his voice tight with panic. "Val-Kor’s dreadnoughts are blasting the larger fragments into dust, but there’s too much mass! The planetary shield is going to buckle under the kinetic impact in less than forty seconds! If even a fraction of those meteors hit the surface, the resulting global freeze will wipe out all terrestrial life!"In the frozen ruins of Central Park, Jack Sterling stood

The white gear resting in the ashes of Central Park did not emit a sound, yet it deafened everything. The ambient noise of the recovering city—the sirens, the crumbling ice, the frantic comms chatter from the Remnant Fleet—was violently muted. It was as if the universe itself had hit the mute button in sheer, unadulterated terror.Jack Sterling stood over the gear, his dark-gold eyes narrowing. The Genesis Coin in his chest burned with a scorching heat, a stark contrast to the absolute chill creeping into the atmosphere."Boss," Ben Carter’s voice was barely a whisper over the neural link, thick with a dread that transcended his vampiric nature. "The Ledger... it’s locking up. Not a freeze. A fundamental rewrite. The entities logging online—the Weavers—they aren't playing the market. They wrote the code for the market itself."Before Jack could issue an order, the white gear dissolved. It didn't explode; it simply unpacked itself li

The transition into the Source Code Dimension felt like being pulled through a cheese grater made of pure mathematics. Jack Sterling landed heavily on a floor that wasn't a floor, but a continuously scrolling matrix of glowing white numbers and cosmic legal jargon.There was no sky, no horizon. Only an infinite, sterile expanse of data architecture.Jack stood up, his dark-gold eyes scanning the environment. His Valkyrie-Apex armor was gone, replaced by the sharp, tailored black suit he had worn on the night of the Sterling family banquet—the night his life had changed. The night he was humiliated."A fitting attire for your final review," a voice echoed from every direction.The data streams in front of Jack coalesced, forming a towering figure. It looked like an idealized, perfectly symmetrical human male, clad in a suit of blinding white code. This was the Prime Analyst, the Chief Weaver of the universe's firewall.Jack sneered, gripping his fists.