The thunderous applause, the desperate shouting of the panicked banking executives, and the metallic echoes of the collapsing financial systems had finally faded into a distant memory, replaced now by the crisp, biting wind of the late evening. Ethan Vance stood alone on the private rooftop helipad of the New Delhi Financial Complex, looking down at the sprawling, chaotic labyrinth of the capital city below. Far beneath his leather boots, the millions of city lights pulsed and flickered through the heavy evening smog like the intricate, glowing pathways of a massive, living circuit board. In his left hand, he held the old, heavily scratched photograph of his beloved grandfather, Arthur Vance. In his right hand, his grip remained completely unyielding on the handle of the sleek, metallic briefcase containing the fully synchronized Chronos-Anchor. He had successfully dismantled Silver Monarch's corrupt financial empire in a matter of hours and completely broken his elite physical vangu
Last Updated : 2026-07-12
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