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The ramen was gone.
Alexis Prince leaned back on the cold bench of a facility he hadn't known was real until today, staring at screens that shimmered like memories from a game he'd finished the night before.
Except this wasn't a game.
This was his empire.
The air inside the base was still. Not quiet—just waiting.
"System," he said. "Show me the current state of God's Axis."
"Acknowledged, Administrator. Compiling executive summary."
The main console bloomed to life with silent precision. The screen unfolded into a three-dimensional globe — not one of borders, but of signal threads. Soft pulses of white, red, and blue traced a digital web across continents.
Active Relay Nodes: 3
Passive Surveillance Zones: 12
Embedded Field Operatives: 72
Ghost Protocols (Dormant): 17
Observation Satellites: 9 (Rogue/hidden)
Unlisted sleeper protocols: 4
Operational exposure risk: < 0.2%.
Alexis blinked at the display. "That's... a lot."
"By your own design. Executed over three simulated cycles, mirrored into real-world logistics. Your empire has matured in silence."
He stared.
Three active relays — physical bases. Twelve surveillance zones spanning cities. Dozens of field operatives. And above all… absolute invisibility.
"What's the financial status?"
"Total net valuation of all God's Axis assets is currently 98.47 billion U.S. dollars, with projected movement to cross 100 billion by fiscal quarter end."
He choked slightly. "I'm sorry. Say that again?"
"Net worth: 98.47 billion U.S. dollars. This includes: – 29 offshore shell corporations
– Nine investment arms hidden inside venture firms
– Ownership control over 2 cybersecurity firms, one classified defense manufacturer, and three global logistics companies.
– Influence holdings across two stock markets via proxy accounts."
"You also technically own a South Pacific island, though you labeled it 'Testing Zone Z' and never activated it."
Alexis ran a hand over his face.
Last night, he'd finished a video game.
This morning, he was apparently the silent shadow figure behind a hundred-billion-dollar ghost empire. Built from the bones of his strategy, paranoia, and long hours fueled by instant noodles and bad lighting.
He took a deep breath. "And all of it is… loyal?"
"Completely. Every operative passed your original loyalty simulation. No breach. No resistance. You are the sole voice of command. No other exists."
He stood, walking closer to the floating map.
One area blinked orange. He tapped it.
"What's this one?"
"Node C12. Infrastructure completed. Staffing pending. Project Veilback – an initiative left unactivated at the final stage of your campaign."
He stared.
"Leave it cold."
"Understood. Node C12 remains sealed."
He walked back to the bench, sat, and stared at the logo pulsing gently in the center of the room's core screen.
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The Veiled Crown.
A symbol no one outside this system had ever seen. Not on news reports. Not in intel briefings. Not even in rumor.
Because God's Axis wasn't just secret.
It was invisible.
"Does Nova know who I really am?"
"No. She knows your code name. She knows your authority. Nothing more."
"And the rest?"
"To the agents of the Axis, you are a title. A myth. A command code. Nothing more is needed."
Alexis exhaled slowly.
This wasn't just command.
This was detachment. Precision. Power without spotlight.
He hadn't just built an organization.
He'd built God's Axis.
"Would you like to initiate global expansion protocol?"
"No. I want to understand first. I want to know how deep this goes."
"Understood."
"Would you like coffee instead?"
He raised an eyebrow. "…Can you actually do that?"
"Three cafés within range. I've placed the order. Double strength. You'll need it."
He chuckled quietly. The lights in the room dimmed just slightly, like the space was learning to breathe with him.
He turned toward the main console.
"Rename this facility."
"To what?"
"…The Throne Room."
"Done."
"Node Alpha is now the Throne Room. Welcome home, Adam."
And as the world above carried on — blind to the veins beneath it — a single name existed in silence. No throne. No ceremony.
Just a shadow with infinite reach.
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