Year One – Solara City Outskirts
The city didn't know it yet — but a new pipeline had formed.
From alley to vault. From street kid to kingpin.
And at the center of it all?
A man in a mask — no voice, no name, no history.
Just rules:
No repeats.
No lies.
No survivors if crossed.
Check-In: Underground Dock Warehouse – 3:06 AM
Check-In Successful
– Reward: $6,430
– Bonus Skill Gained: "Silent Vault"
→ Automatically launders dirty money into crypto assets through phantom routes
– Inventory Gained:
• 22 fake Panamanian IDs
• 4 semi-auto rifles
• 16kg raw product (unmarked)
Alias Reputation Increased: Dragonshade Tier 2
– Known to move anything for anyone — no questions, no return deals
– Feared by local cartels, avoided by corrupt cops
Narration: The Expansion Begins
He didn't start by fighting for control.
He started by making himself essential:
Transporter for arms dealers avoiding gang wars
Broker for IDs and disappearances
Cleaner when assassins left messes behind
Courier for whispers too dangerous to be said over phones
He didn't speak.
Didn't text.
Every move was a system check-in — and every deal earned blood-money that moved faster than trust.
ARCHAIOS Update: Year-One Progress
Net Worth (Clean + Crypto): $117,000
Mask Reputation: Known across five Solara sectors
Operations Handled:
– Narcotics (20%)
– Arms (25%)
– IDs (15%)
– Smuggling (30%)
– Assassinations (10%)
Unknown Watchers: 2 Confirmed
– One Vatican-tied informant
– One Red Circle recruiter
They don't know your face.
They only know your effect.
Final Scene – Execution by Fire
A cartel boss tried to test him.
Offered fake money.
Tried to trace his route.
So the masked man returned — alone.
Lit the boss's penthouse on fire.
Left his body hanging upside down from the balcony with a burner phone looped on speaker:
A voice played over and over:
"Never cross the Phantom."
Solara shook that night.
Because nobody knew who did it…
But everyone knew who was blamed.
And that name?
Didn't belong to a man anymore.