Location: The Altara Summit – Undisclosed European Castle, Midnight
No phones.
No names.
No assistants.
Just a hall of whispered dynasties — CEOs, shadow bankers, royal outcasts, elite mercenary families, and billionaires so private even Google didn't know they existed.
And then… the doors opened.
Damon Vale walked in.
Black on black.
No tie.
Cufflinks shaped like dragon eyes.
Steps soundless on the marble.
And every head turned.
Narration — Unwritten Rule: The Room Reads You
They felt him.
Not just his silence.
His presence.
One woman dropped her wine glass.
A cartel lord narrowed his eyes.
A tech baron whispered:
"He walks like death.
But dresses like the resurrection."
A chair pulled itself out.
He sat.
At the center.
Without asking.
No one stopped him.
Because deep down…
they knew.
System Check-In: Global Influence Nexus
Check-In Complete
– Reward: $95,000
– New Tool Unlocked: "Dominion Pulse"
→ When in any global summit or decision-making hub, your words carry a subconscious command effect
Warning: All major systems monitoring your influence spikes
Tip: "Speak carefully. Command ruthlessly."
The First Exchange – The Old Guard Tests Him
An oil prince leaned in.
"You rise quickly. But fire that burns too fast… burns out."
Damon turned to him slowly.
"Only if it's fire.
I'm something older.
Something buried.
And now I breathe again."
The prince blinked.
Didn't speak again that night.
Back at St. Monarch — Enemies Prepare
A former rival leaks Damon's image to a deep-state contact
Damon's stepmother authorizes a private team to "test" Damien Vale
Nova warns Zeke:
"If they come for him, it won't be to expose him…
It'll be to bury him. Again."
Final Scene – System Gift Delivered
As Damon left the castle and stepped into the night, the system whispered:
System Gift: PHOENIX VAULT MODULE
→ Grants access to a reserve database of global blackmail, ownership files, and false identity networks
You may now control markets without lifting a finger.
You are now a sovereign without a throne—because the throne is wherever you stand.
Damon put his gloves on.
Smirked into the wind.
"They still think I came here to join them.
That's fine.
By the time they realize…
they'll already be mine."