All Chapters of Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

The Scrap Heap. Outer Rim Territories. Zero Hour + 12 Hours.The Scrap Heap wasn't a space station. It was a carcass.Millions of years ago, a cosmic leviathan the size of a small moon had died in this nebula. Over the millennia, the galaxy’s outlaws, smugglers, and exiles had hollowed out its massive, fossilized ribcage, building a sprawling, chaotic metropolis of neon and rusted metal directly into the bone.The Sovereign remained safely cloaked in the dense, electrically charged smog of the outer nebula. Only the small, unmarked transport skiff descended into the beast's maw.The loading dock was a sensory nightmare. The air tasted of ozone, cheap synthetic fuel, and sulfur. Neon signs in a dozen different alien dialects buzzed aggressively through the thick smoke. Heavily armed mercenaries, cybernetic bounty hunters, and multi-limbed scavengers watched the transport skiff land with hungry, predatory eyes.The ramp hissed down.Sebastian Sterling stepped onto the grime-covered deck

Aboard The Sovereign. The Commander's Quarters. Zero Hour + 15 Hours.With the final hundred thousand tons of liquid plasma fuel injected into the dreadnought’s massive reserves, and ten thousand heavily armed Bloodhand mercenaries settling into the lower decks, The Sovereign finally awoke to its true, terrifying potential.The colossal black warship silently glided out of The Scrap Heap’s gravitational pull, entering deep-space cruise mode.In the Commander's private quarters at the apex of the ship, the heavy soundproof doors completely isolated them from the hum of the engines and the chaotic noise of the mercenary barracks. The room was bathed in dim, warm light and a heavy, heart-pounding silence.Sebastian pulled off the dark tactical shirt that was coated in the sand and blood from the gladiator pit, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. His broad back and heavily muscled arms still radiated the intense heat of extreme physical combat. He walked over to the panoramic viewport a

The Eden System. The Grand Sanctuary Plaza. Zero Hour + 17 Hours.The Sovereign had broken the Abyssal blockade in high orbit, but the true inferno was raging on the surface of Eden.The Grand Sanctuary, once a pristine haven for the Creators, was now a sprawling slaughterhouse. The massive courtyards, paved with flawless white marble and veined with gold, were cratered and choked with the corpses of corrupted golden angels."For the paycheck! Kill every last one of these bastards!" Nyx roared.The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood.Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of d

The Eden System. The Grand Temple Steps. Zero Hour + 17 Hours 10 Minutes.The severed wing of the General dissolved into a cloud of harmless, dark purple ash.The invincible executioner of the Void Sovereign was on its knees, its indestructible black armor cracked and leaking a viscous, glowing fluid. Sebastian Sterling stood over the entity, his fists dripping with Abyssal dark matter, his chest heaving as the violet and gold veins pulsed furiously against his skin.Down in the plaza, the remaining corrupted angels halted. The hive-mind connection to their commander had been violently severed. The ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries stopped firing, staring in absolute, breathless silence at the human who had just beaten a god-killer into the dirt."You... are a paradox," the General’s psychic voice was no longer a booming thunderclap; it was a desperate, static-laced hiss echoing in Sebastian's mind. "But you cannot save them. The dark... consumes all."Suddenly, the violet hellfire b

The Eden System. The Grand Temple Plaza. Zero Hour + 18 Hours 30 Minutes.The heavy, golden doors of the Inner Sanctum ground open, revealing the devastated ruins of the Grand Plaza.The violet smog that had choked the sky was gone, replaced by the brilliant, emerald light of Eden’s twin suns. The silence of the battlefield was broken only by the hum of cooling plasma rifles and the shifting of heavy armor.Sebastian Sterling stepped out onto the shattered marble steps, Harper close by his side.He looked down at the warzone. The bodies of the corrupted angels were turning to ash, dissolving in the pure atmospheric light. And standing amidst the craters were his people."Boss!"A gruff, incredibly relieved voice echoed across the plaza.Sitting on the smoldering, caved-in chest chassis of his destroyed Defender mech was Jack. The veteran’s face was bruised, and his left arm was in a makeshift sling, but he was grinning from ear to ear, chewing on a fresh, unlit cigar."Takes more than