The golden vortex above Wall Number Four spun with terrifying, gluttonous speed.
It was the Heavenly Plunder Bank’s Macro-Economic Fate Matrix. For ten million epochs, this cosmic siphon had drained the natural luck, prosperity, and spiritual liquidity of three thousand lower universes. Invisible golden threads stretched across the stars, binding mortal market stalls, family farms, and honest merchant guilds to the bank’s central greed-core.
Through those threads, the bank manipulated the price of food, medicine, and spiritual energy at will. Whenever an honest lower-realm empire enjoyed a bumper harvest, the matrix triggered an artificial panic, inflating the currency and collecting default penalties until the farmers starved.
Wall-Commander Mo-Li stood atop Wall Number One, his cruel laughter rolling like thunder across the dark gulf.
“Feel the crushing weight of the market, Lin Mo!” Mo-Li’s voice boomed through the cosmic storm. “You can buy soup and you can hand out candy! But you cannot fight the absolute laws of supply, demand, and compound debt! The Macro-Economic Fate Matrix will suck your Taichu Group dry within three minutes! Every coin you own will be converted into our executive dividends!”
Aboard the Sovereign Aurora, the solar wind ruffled Su Wan’s dark hair.
She stood on the starlight bridge beside Lin Mo, looking up at the swirling golden vortex with cool, untroubled eyes.
