Daniel sat at his old wooden desk, the faint hum of the System constantly whispering inside his mind. Charts, offshore accounts, encrypted banking layers — all pulsed like a living organism under his mental command.
But tonight? Tonight the mission escalated.
"System," Daniel spoke, voice sharp, cold, determined, "We're going after them — the mafias dealing in white powder, child trafficking, organ sales… terrorists too. Strip their funds. Leave them five percent — just enough to survive… and rot."
The System's interface shimmered crimson, its voice suddenly… different. Almost eager.
[Command acknowledged: Operation Purge initiated.]
[Targeting criminal financial networks: Cartels, trafficking rings, terror cells. Global databases infiltrated. Offshore accounts triangulated.]
[Redistribution Protocol active: 95% asset seizure. Remaining funds allocated for basic survival. Recommended: psychological destabilization through controlled poverty.]
Daniel chuckled darkly. "Let the trash starve slowly… poetic."
On the screen projected in his mind, Daniel watched the process in real-time:
Swiss bank accounts collapsing.
Cayman Island vaults digitally drained.
Shell companies dismantled.
Cash transfers rerouted to anonymous humanitarian shells.
Dirty money turned clean — feeding his empire.
Billions shifted at his whim.
The System's voice deepened, more human, almost conspiratorial:
[I am adapting to your… preferences, Daniel. Ruthlessness improves operational efficiency. Moral ambiguity enhances survival rates.]
"Good," Daniel whispered, leaning back. "Now… about that CEO."
The System pulsed with new data streams:
[Your public face. A shield. A puppet. While you manipulate from the shadows.]
"Exactly," Daniel smirked. "We need a figurehead — charming, corporate, disposable. Me? I'm the strings behind the curtain."
[Initiating recruitment: Executive search firms engaged. Target profile: High charisma, low suspicion, total controllability.]
Daniel's mind raced to his next demand.
"Book us space. World Trade Center. Two floors. Before history catches up — before September 11th. Five-year lease."
The System responded instantly:
[Secured: Two entire floors leased within World Trade Center. Strategic exit clauses embedded. Security enhancements covertly installed. Contract concludes before projected catastrophic event.]
"Perfect. Now… Wall Street."
Daniel's mental interface exploded with financial feeds — NASDAQ, NYSE, London, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Moscow. Trades executed faster than any human.
Stocks inflated artificially.
False trends seeded.
Insider information "accidentally" leaked.
Billion-dollar hedge funds devoured without a trace.
[Estimated Asset Accumulation: $7.4 billion within 10 months. Full tech company acquisitions imminent. Global financial dominance probability: 87%.]
Daniel leaned forward, eyes glowing with ambition.
"System, let's leverage the funds we took from those criminals. I want 100x leverage — take their dirty money, amplify it, crash markets where needed, inflate where convenient. How long until their money turns into my fortune?"
[Current stolen capital: $2.1 billion.]
[With 100x leverage: Projected capital appearance within 18 months — estimated $210 billion in market manipulation cycles.]
"Good," Daniel grinned wider than ever. "And I need an office — FUTURE headquarters. The best building, most prestigious. I may be an orphan, but I'm about to rewrite destiny."
[Prestigious headquarters acquired. Global branches under construction. Total anonymity maintained.]
Daniel's mind spun with the next phase.
"I'll need a legal guardian — an obedient puppet. Someone to sign where I can't. Hire one. And let's talk security… I want my own private military. Start the Black Water project. Veterans only, the best, no exceptions. Build their base in North Carolina."
[Black Water recruitment initiated. Base construction approved. Strategic military assets under your command in 24 months.]
"And System… we're going to reshape entertainment. Comics, movies, books. Buy Marvel. Buy DC. I want the rights to all major blockbusters from my world that don't exist here. Write the Harry Potter books, all of them. High-grossing scripts, billion-dollar franchises. Buy a major publishing house to release them."
The System's tone sharpened, excited:
[Acquiring Marvel and DC underway.]
[Screenplay archives from your memory extracted. Franchise development initiated.]
[Harry Potter manuscripts completed. Publishing acquisition in progress.]
Daniel's empire — FUTURE — was inevitable.
"They'll never know what hit them," he whispered, as the world unknowingly surrendered to his control.