Managing Director Ao Jin slammed his clawed fist straight down onto the glowing crimson foreclosure switch.
CLACK-BOOM!
The obsidian wall console groaned as a high-voltage spiritual circuit engaged across the Central Milky-Way Exchange Ring.
High above the diamond docks, a massive orbital array shaped like a golden abacus aligned its blood-red lenses toward the distant Frost-Ring Galaxy.
“Laugh while you can, kid!” Ao Jin shrieked, spittle flying from his lips as his vertical dragon pupils bulged with malice. “I’m executing the stellar foreclosure on Xuan’s Orphan Galaxy right now! Unless someone pays his ten-trillion-crystal historical compound debt in ten breaths, all twelve billion freezing orphans will be vented into the cosmic void!”
Down on the white dragon-hide sofa, Old Master Xuan stiffened violently.
Nine thick crimson blood-chains materialized out of thin air around the old turtle’s weathered neck. Each chain was forged from three thousand years of unpaid compound interest riders that Vault #1 had secretly tacked onto his original heating loan.
CRUNCH!
