All Chapters of Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Beneath Paris. Unknown Depth. Inside the Heart of the Titan.Click... Clack... In the dark, the chilling sound of mechanical arthropods crawling echoed like a torrential downpour. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of Grave Weavers poured out from the black, spherical flesh walls. Glowing with an eerie purple light, their metallic mandibles snapped frantically as they lunged toward the lone black mech in the center of the chamber."Come on, you bastards." Sebastian gritted his teeth inside the cockpit, his high-frequency carbon blade turning into a lethal net of blue light as he swung.Snikt! Boom! He sliced three leaping mechanical spiders in half with a single strike. Purple, acidic blood splashed against the Aegis mech's armor, hissing as it corroded the metal. He seamlessly raised his right arm's rotary cannon, blowing another spider that tried to flank Harper's mech into scrap metal.But he was only one man, and the swarm was endless. [ WARNING: HIGH-FREQUENCY BLADE ENERGY AT 12%. LEFT A

Three Weeks Later. Above the Clouds, The Stratosphere.The world had irrevocably changed.Following the event the media now dubbed the "Paris Ultimatum," the United Nations had quietly, but entirely, capitulated. They had no other choice. With the existence of the Leviathans—the ancient, world-eating Titans—made public, global stock markets had collapsed overnight. Panic had swept through the streets of every major city. Governments were paralyzed, their conventional armies realizing that tanks and fighter jets were nothing more than toys against monsters the size of skyscrapers.Only one entity offered salvation: Sterling Corporation, now officially operating as The Order of the Shield.In just three weeks, Sebastian had transformed his unimaginable wealth and the ancient Architect technology into a global military superpower. The carbon-titanium Aegis Mechs were put into mass production. Recruitment stations for 'The Shield' popped up in London, Tokyo, New York, and Rio, drawing ex-

Desert Zone 4. The Glass Sea.Sebastian’s possessive, terrifying command echoed in Jack’s ears. It wasn't an order; it was a plea disguised as a threat."On it, Boss!" Jack replied, his voice dropping the playful tone.He engaged his primary thrusters at 100% overload. His mech’s leg actuators shrieked as he violently disengaged the magnetic anchors from the glass floor. He became a three-ton projectile of carbon-titanium, rocketing across the crater toward the excavation site.[Alpha vs. Priestess]High Priestess Xanthe had Harper’s mech pinned against the black hull of the buried starship. With a gesture, Xanthe was manipulating the ambient sand to turn it into constricting bands, slowly crushing Harper’s armor."Your false guardian cannot save you now," Xanthe purred, her eyes glowing with a toxic violet light.Suddenly, Xanthe’s psychic sensors screamed a warning. She looked up just as Jack’s desert-camo mech tore through the dust storm, traveling at top speed.He didn't shoot. He

The Pacific Ocean. Above the Mariana Trench. Time to Nuclear Launch: 22 Minutes.The airborne carrier Hyperion hovered like a silent leviathan in the stormy night sky over the Pacific. Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress."Listen up, people," Kenji’s voice cracked over the comms, strung tight with panic. "That is a hijacked United States Ohio-class nuclear submarine. High Priestess Xanthe didn't just slaughter the crew; she severed all conventional comms. They are diving straight into the Challenger Deep—the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, and the largest known Titan prison on Earth.""Current depth?" Sebastian

The Pacific Ocean. Above the Mariana Trench. 60 Seconds After the Nuclear Blast.The torrential rain poured from the heavens, but the moment the drops hit the surface of the ocean, they evaporated into a thick, suffocating white fog. The massive underwater void created by the deep-sea nuclear detonation was collapsing. The surface of the Pacific rolled and boiled like molten iron, radiating a sickly, luminescent green nuclear glow.On the flight deck of the airborne carrier Hyperion, Sebastian held Harper tightly against his chest, his black tactical trench coat whipping violently in the gale-force winds. His cold, slate-grey eyes were locked onto the violently surging ocean below."It’s coming," Harper’s voice trembled. Not just from the freezing wind, but from the ancient Architect memories screaming like sirens inside her mind. The psychic pressure was suffocating, like an ant staring up at a falling meteor.RUMBLE— A ten-mile radius of the ocean surface suddenly bulged upward in a