บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

Forty-four hours until foreclosure. Three days, twenty hours until digitization. Utterance decompression: eighteen point one percent.The Apex Citadel's boardroom had been redesigned for the occasion. Jack had ordered the remaining Tier-One Shareholders, now wearing metaphorical golden handcuffs as his junior vice presidents, to prepare the space as a neutral arbitration venue. The crescent-shaped table forged from solidified time had been expanded into a full circle, with equal seating on both sides.Jack sat on the north side, flanked by Katherine, Marcus, and Ben. Old Fragment crouched in a chair beside them, her papery body rustling with ancient knowledge.On the south side sat six Collectors.They were all variations of Collector-Seven's mercury form, but each was subtly different. Collector-One was massive, nearly twelve feet tall, its surface carved with equations that seemed to calculate the heat death of a universe that had already died. Collecto

Jack Sterling walked back into the Obsidian Lab at 4:22 AM, and every head in the room turned to stare at him like he had grown a second skull.It was the arm. His left arm, the pitch-black Void crystal that had been slowly killing him for days, was different. The white filaments that had been creeping through his nervous system like invasive roots were still there, but they no longer pulsed with the cold, sterile rhythm of a system update. They glowed with a warm, golden-white luminescence that synced perfectly with his heartbeat, weaving between the dark crystal and his Origin Blood in a double helix of light that looked, frankly, alive."Jack." Katherine was on her feet immediately, her tactical HUD scanning his vitals. Her gold-flecked eyes widened. "Your cellular conversion rate just dropped to zero. The filaments are not advancing. They are stabilizing.""They are cooperating," Jack corrected, flexing his left hand. The sensation was extraordinary. He could feel

Jack hit the Portuguese coastline like a guided missile, cratering the bruised earth fifty yards from the Hungry's massive, writhing form. The shockwave of his landing rippled outward, momentarily disrupting the entity's hunger-scream and giving the collapsed civilians a precious few seconds of relief.Up close, the Hungry was even more nauseating. Its body was not made of matter. It was made of want. Every surface pulsed with the desperate, consuming need of a dead universe's last living thoughts, those final moments when everything was running out and nothing could ever be enough again."Target analysis!" Jack shouted into his comms while circling the entity at speed."It does not register on the Ledger!" Ben yelled from orbit. "It has no financial value, no energy signature, no conceptual framework! It exists outside every system we have! You cannot audit it, you cannot buy it, you cannot freeze its accounts!""A being that exists outside the economy," Jack mu

The dead water of the convergence point had changed color. It was no longer mirror-smooth and black. It was bruised purple, shot through with veins of sickly green, and it pulsed with a rhythm that matched no heartbeat from this universe.Jack landed on the surface fifty yards from the Creditors' embassy tower and immediately knew something was wrong. Collector-Seven was not at the entrance. The tower's featureless walls were flickering, their compressed-nothing architecture destabilizing as something inside exerted massive dimensional pressure."The hybrid is inside," Aaliyah reported through his comms. "It breached the tower's perimeter two minutes ago. The Collectors are not fighting it. Jack, I think they are scared of it."Jack drew his dark-gold sword and walked through the archway.The interior of the embassy was a nightmare of conflicting realities. The structured, geometric architecture of the Collectors was being consumed by creeping patches of hunger-m

Seven hours and forty-one minutes until the Excluded armada's estimated arrival. Utterance decompression: twenty-three point six percent.Jack stood at the apex of Sterling Tower's rebuilt communications array, the cold Atlantic wind tearing at his suit. Sixty stories below, Manhattan was still healing. Construction drones patched crystallized buildings. Emergency crews tended to civilians who had been caught in the Hungry's satiation-drain. The golden planetary shield hummed overhead, stable but bearing scars from the Static assault that no amount of capital could fully erase.None of that mattered right now.What mattered was the three-hundred-and-seventeen-year-old distress signal broadcasting from somewhere inside a fleet of starving interdimensional entities currently barreling toward his planet at speeds the Supernatural Ledger could barely calculate."The signal is consistent," Aaliyah reported through his earpiece, her voice raspy from forty straight hour