All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

The champagne was sixty years old, and Jack Sterling drank it like water.He sat on the edge of the observation deck railing at Sterling Tower, legs dangling over a thousand-foot drop, watching Manhattan rebuild itself in real time. Construction drones swarmed over the crystallized ruins of Central Park like metallic fireflies, peeling away the white Weaver frost and replacing it with fresh sod and saplings. The golden planetary shield hummed overhead, stable and bright.For the first time in what felt like centuries, the balance sheet was in the black."You're going to fall," Katherine said from behind him, her Valkyrie-Apex armor retracted to a sleek tactical suit. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, but the ghost of a smile softened her sharp features."I just punched a god in his source code," Jack replied, swirling the amber liquid. "Pretty sure I can handle gravity."Katherine walked over and sat beside him, close enough that their shoulders touched. She didn't look

The Null Beasts hit Manhattan like cannonballs fired from between dimensions.They were horrifying. Each one was roughly the size of a city bus, but their shapes refused to commit to anything specific. They flickered between forms: massive insectoid monstrosities one second, writhing masses of geometric fractals the next, their bodies composed of a substance that Jack's root access identified as "unrendered reality," matter that hadn't been assigned physical properties by the Source Code.The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal."Marcus! East River approach! Katherine, take the high ground!" Jack shouted over the tactical channel, rocketing off the observation deck on his armor's thrusters. The cold night air hit his face as he descended toward the destruction.Marcus was already moving. The Shield Guardian leaped from the tower's mid-level launch bay, his golden shield expanded to its maximum diameter, and slammed into the street-level a

Jack materialized in the Obsidian Lab to find organized chaos.Katherine had transformed the underground facility into a full-scale medical and engineering suite. Three holographic displays showed real-time scans of Jack's nervous system, the white filaments now clearly visible as they threaded through his spinal column like luminous vines. Dr. Miller was calibrating a neural interface rig. Ben was running financial simulations on what would happen to the Ledger if Jack's root access was severed. Haley was sitting cross-legged on a server rack, eating a sandwich and occasionally poking at a quantum processor with her toe."You're back," Katherine said, relief flashing across her face before she locked it behind her professional mask. She took the Hollow Sphere from Jack, examining it with her tactical HUD. "This is the extraction device?""Courtesy of the Hollowsmith. It'll pull the root access out of my system and contain it." Jack sat in the neural interface chair,

The emergency lights in Sterling Tower's command center painted everything the color of old blood.Jack stood at the tactical holotable, watching the global map deteriorate in real time. Of the forty-seven reality thin spots Aaliyah had identified, nine were now solid black. Nine doorways purchased by entities from universes that no longer existed, using a currency minted from the ashes of dead realities."The transactions are accelerating," Ben Carter reported, his crimson vampire eyes bloodshot from eighteen straight hours of financial warfare. His fingers moved across the holographic keyboard with the frantic precision of a man disarming a bomb. "They purchased three more in the last forty minutes. I filed the injunctions you ordered, but the Ledger is rejecting them. It keeps flagging the Void Bonds as pre-existing senior debt. Jack, these things have priority over us. They were here first.""That's impossible," Katherine said, standing at the adjacent console in

Fifty-eight hours until foreclosure. Four days, eleven hours until digitization.Old Fragment was not what Jack expected.Korvin's people, the Rendered, were all imposing: tall, grey-skinned, marked with fractal patterns that shifted like living tattoos. Old Fragment was barely five feet tall, hunched, and appeared to be made not of the mercury-smooth substance of her kin but of something that looked like crumpled newspaper. Her body constantly rustled, shedding tiny flakes of grey matter that dissolved before hitting the floor. She had two eyes, both the flat, featureless white of absolute zero, and when she spoke, her voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well that no longer existed."You want me to read the Original Contract," Old Fragment said, settling into a reinforced chair in the war room. The chair groaned under a weight that seemed to have nothing to do with her physical mass. "The document that predates language. The document that was spoken