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When I pulled up to the Grigs Empire building, the magnitude of its presence nearly sucked the air from my lungs. The building loomed ahead like a fortress of glass and steel, fifty floors of power, arrogance, and money. Its sleek, reflective surface caught the early afternoon sun, scattering golden light across the pavement. A massive emblem, a stylized 'G' coiled around a serpent, was etched in silver on the high-arched entrance, announcing to anyone within eyeshot who ran this empire.

- How is it for you? – He questioned him. In front of them, as they passed, there were double doors of dark marble, with overlapping leaves, and in the gap between them were hangers. Emil turned on the ceiling lamp, it came from an opaque light and darker like the rest of the place, it was a room that appeared peaceful and boring,

Flora's POV Five years later, Chicago was still the same—familiar and strange all at once. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my hotel room, looking down at the city I'd once called home for three years. A copy of Forbes lay on the table, my face on the cover. "FLORA ROSSI: THE AI QUEEN'S JOURNEY FROM DATA SCIENTIST TO BILLIONAIRE." An eight-billion-dollar acquisition had put my name on the global stage.

Then slowly I looked around the room again. At the shelves. At the books. At the estate's library that Ryan Thompson had built over years of running Stone City's most powerful operation. And I thought about Ryan giving me access to this room. Specifically this room. Out of everywhere in this estate. This room. I thought about the negotiation book. The annotated law book. The Stone City history section near the window. I thought about Ryan standing in a corridor saying one word. Morrow. I thought about a man who built his empire on the principle that knowledge was infrastructure.

“Give me five.” “Don’t be long,” Sophia said when she picked up. “They’re watching the building. Be careful.” “Always,” Elara lied. She did not want Sophia to hear panic. Her voice came steady. “I’ll be down.” She packed fast. Each motion had the calm of someone leaving a station for good. A sweater, two dresses, the blue case Sophia told her to bring—papers, an extra passport tucked inside. She wrapped the child’s small blanket and tucked it into the case last, feeling both shame and fierce hope.

I stepped inside and stopped without thinking. The room was enormous. Towering shelves stretched higher than the palace balconies, disappearing into shadows near the ceiling. Wooden ladders rested against them, while narrow walkways connected the upper levels. Thousands upon thousands of books filled every shelf. Some looked newer than others, but many appeared older than the empire itself. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, painting golden lines across the polished floor. For a long moment I simply stared. It was astounding. “I’ve never seen so many books.” Magnus looked around the room with quiet pride. “The Imperial Archives hold nearly eight hundred years of records.”

He deliberately made Fei Lingsheng angry, because so far, Samuel had not forgiven Fei Lingsheng for appearing beside him as a beggar. Walking into it, although the outside looked ordinary, entering the inside was a completely different world. It was as if they had come to a library. The only difference was that the value of these secret books could not be compared with ordinary books. Moreover, only the Emperor was accessible to these secret books, which indirectly increased the level of these books. "Emperor, where is the matter related to the Velocisaurus?" Samuel asked the Emperor. The Emperor brought the two of them to a row of bookshelves and said, "This row is the ancient manual. As fo

The librarian is such a strict old man in the past, without the order from Hades, he wouldn't even let me in even if I was the Crown Princess. It wasn't that difficult since Fara is a well-trained servant by Hades himself. Hades was the one who told me about these books in the past, from 1508 year to 1732 year of Sylvestre history. That the Empire wasn't name as Sylvestre because this Empire was a stolen one. I didn't regret listening to Hades about these histories. It was such a great honor to have this weapon, especially the crest and the signature of the late Emperor from 1507 year.

Luca’s gaze remained fixed on the towering glass building ahead. “Victor Hale crossed a line.” Daniel sighed. “So what’s the plan?” Luca checked the time. “We wait.” Inside Victor Hale’s office, the atmosphere was relaxed. Victor sat behind his desk reviewing new market reports while his assistant stood nearby. “Cole International stock has dropped nearly thirty percent this week,” the assistant reported. Victor smiled. “Adriana Cole built an impressive empire.” He poured himself a glass of whiskey. “But every empire has a weakness.” “And Mr. Bennett?”

“It means we just moved from nuisance to chapter heading. That makes them more dangerous. It also means burning us isn’t the only option on their table anymore.” “You really think they care about anything but force?” a dockworker near the front called out. “I think they care about force, and meaning,” Ethan said. “Empires run on stories as much as soldiers. If the story is ‘Dominion razes the city that tried to fight without killing,’ that scares other cities into silence for a while. But it also plants a question they don’t want planted. If we survive, we become proof there’s another way to be strong. They don’t like questions they didn’t write.”