Semua Bab Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Antarctica. Deep Borehole Station 5 (Now: Outpost Zero).Temperature: -55°C. Gale-Force Winds.The sky was a bruised, endless purple. Heavy-lift VTOL aircraft hovered over the ruined station, dropping massive, steel shipping containers onto the ice. Sparks showered into the snow as Jack’s engineering teams welded the containers together, building a fortified perimeter around the shattered elevator shaft.Sebastian stood on the edge of the borehole, watching the dark water churn a thousand feet below. He had drawn a line in the snow. This was Outpost Zero. The first line of defense in a new, unannounced global war."Perimeter walls are at 40%," Jack reported, walking up. His beard was covered in frost. "But the men are exhausted, boss. And terrified. They signed up to shoot terrorists, not Cthulhu.""Double their pay," Sebastian didn't take his eyes off the water. "And set up the automated sonic cannons. Anything comes out of that hole, deafen it, then turn it to Swiss cheese.""Done."

Antarctica. Outpost Zero.The Moon Pool (Level B-15).11:00 AM.The orbital strike had bought them time, but the silence that followed was heavier than the gunfire. In the deepest level of the outpost, suspended over the churning black water of the borehole, hung the Tartarus. It wasn't a standard submarine. It was a deep-sea bathyscaphe designed by Sterling Corp for extreme pressure. It looked like a titanium sphere welded to a heavily armored chassis, bristling with floodlights and mechanical manipulator arms.Jack stared at the vehicle, his face pale. "You want me to get into a metal ball and sink four kilometers into the dark?" "I'm a Marine, Sebastian. I fight on dirt. I don't do fish.""You're not fighting fish," Sebastian said, climbing through the top hatch. He was wearing a sleek, unarmored pressure suit. "You're operating the external torpedo tubes. If the Ascended left any surprises down there, I need you to blow them up." "Harper is co-piloting. Dr. Braun is running the sens

Antarctica. The Sub-Glacial Lake. Depth: 4,250 Meters.THUD. The Tartarus hit the bottom. A massive cloud of pale, glowing silt billowed up around the viewport. As the dust slowly settled, the true scale of their graveyard was revealed.They had landed on a perfectly smooth, obsidian platform at the edge of the sunken metropolis. Colossal spires of black stone spiraled upward, glowing with pulsating veins of blue energy. It didn’t look like ruins anymore. It looked like a machine that had just been plugged in."Hull integrity holding," Harper breathed a sigh of relief, unbuckling her harness. "But life support is at 15%. Without the main thrusters, we have about four hours of oxygen left before we suffocate."Jack groaned from the floor, rubbing his neck. Beside him, Dr. Braun was still out cold, strapped securely to a jump seat. "So, we survive the giant squid just to choke to death in a tin can?" Jack asked. "I need a better agent.""We aren't dying today," Sebastian unzipped his pr

Antarctica. The Sub-Glacial Lake. Depth: 4,250 Meters. The Ancient Ruins.The mechanical sentinel made no sound as it moved. Its body, forged from a dark, obsidian-like material, glided effortlessly above the stone floor. At the end of its multi-jointed arm, a plasma blade hummed with a terrifying frequency, heating the freezing air around it until it distorted."Scatter!" Sebastian roared over the comms.Wearing the bulky Goliath-class pressure suits, both of them threw themselves to the sides. SWOOSH. The sentinel's plasma blade cleaved through the space they had just occupied. It sliced into the ancient stone floor like a hot knife through butter, leaving a scorched, glowing trench half a meter deep."This thing's firepower is off the charts!" Harper stabilized her heavy suit and raised the armor-piercing rotary machine gun mounted on her right arm. BRRRRRRT! A storm of depleted uranium rounds poured out, tearing toward the mechanical guardian.But the bullets never touched its phy

The Black Citadel. Shield HQ. Research & Development Sector. Three Days Later.The heavy blast doors hissed open. Sebastian walked into the cavernous underground facility. He wasn't wearing a bespoke suit or tactical armor today; just a simple black t-shirt and dark slacks. His right arm, heavily bandaged from the plasma burn he sustained in the ancient ruins, was resting in a sling.The room was buzzing with frantic energy. Hundreds of Sterling Corp's top engineers and scientists were running between holographic terminals.In the center of the room, suspended in a magnetic containment field, was the Zero-Point Energy Core."Careful! Modulate the frequency to 4.2 gigahertz!" Dr. Braun yelled, frantically typing on a tablet. He had a bandage wrapped around his head where Sebastian had knocked him out, but the madness in his eyes had been replaced by pure scientific ecstasy."Boss," Kenji rolled his chair over, holding a steaming mug of coffee. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week.