The bass still rumbled faintly through the walls, the club beneath alive with music, lights, and whispers. But Darren had already stepped beyond the noise. Inside the quiet, private lounge, he closed the door behind him, shutting out the world for a moment of stillness.
He exhaled once.
Then—
Ding!
[Rebate System: Activated]
You have spent: £1,200,000,000
Rebate Multiplier: ×400
You have received: £480,000,000,000
Funds deposited into secured system wallet.
View via [Bank Sync].
His heart didn't skip a beat.
There was no shock, no disbelief.
Only silence — and a sharp glint in his eyes as he pulled out his phone and tapped into his hidden system-linked banking interface.
Current Bank Balance: £522,780,000,000
He leaned back on the leather sofa, gaze fixed on the screen for a few more seconds. That much money could buy entire corporations. Countries would scramble for his attention. And yet, to Darren, this was only the beginning.
He poured himself a glass of fine bourbon from the cabinet nearby. The kind of drink he used to only see in movies — now it sat in his private lounge inside a club he practically owned.
"This is the pace we move now," he murmured.
His empire wasn't being built with slow steps or hesitation — it was forged through power, money, and vision sharpened by pain. No handouts. No legacy.
Only revenge-fueled ambition.
As the beat thumped back to life below, and the sound of celebration began to swell again, Darren stood and adjusted his watch.
Elysium was just the first.
The world had no idea what was coming next.