Location: Phantom Citadel – Financial Command Room
The holo-screen stretched across the entire wall.
A live map of Damon's holdings updated in real time — green for active, gold for assets in motion, red for collapsing targets.
Damon stood barefoot on polished marble, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled.
He tapped the air.
The system responded:
System Sync – Wealth Command Pulse
Current Net Worth (Verified): $227,460,000
– Clean Capital: $118M
– Phantom Holdings: $73M
– Shadow Assets: $36.4M
Passive Monthly Growth: $1.34M
Spending Multiplier (Rebate Active): x5.6
Dominance Rating: Apex Tier – Civilian & Criminal Markets (Global)
Damon smiled slightly.
"I'm not rich.
I'm inevitable."
Narration – Expansion Without Effort
Without stepping into a single courtroom or boardroom, Damon:
Acquired 2 government-linked logistics chains
Took control of a real estate network across three capitals
Purchased a failing tech company with hidden AI patents… and flipped it in 48 hours
Bought 38 acres of elite land surrounding the Black family's summer estate
And no one could stop him.
Because they didn't know how.
Meanwhile – Global Movement
FBI surveillance confirms: They can't trace him legally.
His face matches no public records — only rumors.
A private Vatican unit recommends observing, not engaging: "He may be supernatural."
The Black family calls for a discreet summit: "We need to know if he's really Damon Black."
Scene – Nova Receives the Letter
Delivered in black silk.
No return name.
No signature.
Just her name in silver calligraphy.
Inside: a short, handwritten note.
"You were the only one who ever saw through the silence.
You still do."
— DB
Nova held the letter tight.
"Then why won't you say it out loud…"
Final Scene – Damon Watches It All
On his private rooftop, overlooking three glowing cities, Damon sipped espresso.
The system pinged softly.
Balance Update: $231,000,000
"Would you like to check holdings again?" the system asked.
Damon replied:
"No.
I want to show them next time."
And he opened a private message chain.
One line typed and sent to a dozen people across the globe — friends, enemies, ghosts of his past:
"Come to the mansion.
It's time you heard everything — from the man you thought you buried."