Chương 248: Chapter 247 - Five Percent Ownership

Alice's presence within his consciousness sharpened, her attention now fully focused on the structure ahead.

"Be careful," she warned, all traces of her earlier frustration replaced by genuine concern.

"Whatever exists within that building likely possesses power far exceeding what we've encountered thus far in this domain." Lucid nodded slightly, though the gesture was meaningless given his solitary presence in the clearing. He approached the structure slowly, each step deliberate and measured, his senses alert for any sign of the transactional demands that had characterized his experience since entering this place.

The structure's entrance stood open, golden light spilling outward like liquid poured from some infinite source. He paused at the threshold, considering the wisdom of entering versus the potential consequences of turning back now.

'No point hesitating,' he decided finally.

'I've come this far already. Whatever waits inside can't be worse than what I've already witnessed.'

A lone figure walked along the road of golden cracks that split through the golden air itself. He carried himself likeOur Journey's End someone standing at the very edge of his limits, muscles worn thin from exertion, yet something in his posture suggested full readiness despite the exhaustion. A coat hung loose over one shoulder, the fabric catching faint glimmers of ambient light as he moved.

His hair was frizzy, thick, saturated with golden fate essence that clung to each strand like morning frost refusing to melt. A yellow aura radiated outward from his entire frame, pulsing faintly with each step he took across the ruined landscape. He continued walking through what remained of the houses, traversing cracked pavement that stretched ahead of him in fragments. This place had once been Port Vexis, bustling and functional, filled with merchants and travelers going about ordinary lives.

Now it existed only in broken pieces, golden light bleeding through every crack in the stone like veins pumping something other than blood. He looked upward. A tree expanded toward the sky above him, its trunk wider than any building he had encountered in his travels, branches spreading outward until they seemed to swallow the horizon entirely. Pilt regarded it with an expression carefully constructed to convey indifference.

The tree presented itself as something demanding reverence, something that expected mortals to bow beneath its towering presence and grant it maximum authority over their lives and choices. He refused that expectation instinctively, the same way he refused most demands placed upon him by forces claiming superiority.

'Big tree. Impressive. Still just a tree though,' he thought, though even his internal cynicism couldn't quite mask the genuine awe the structure inspired. He summoned a briefcase. It materialized directly into his outstretched hand, landing with a slight tug against his palm as its weight settled. He looked down at the object, studying its unremarkable exterior despite knowing what it actually represented.

Suddenly a whirlwind of golden fate essence surged around him, an impossibly potent concentration of power that pressed against his senses like physical weight bearing down from all directions simultaneously. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with something ancient and demanding. He held the briefcase firmly and clenched his fingers around its handle.

"I deposit five percent of my company shares," he announced, his voice carrying clearly across the empty ruined street despite having no obvious audience to hear it. The ground beneath his feet cracked immediately, fractures spreading outward from where he stood like spider webs traced in dark stone. He was offering five percent ownership of his established company, an enterprise that had grown into the most influential and widely distributed corporation throughout Port Vexis and beyond its borders.

The scale of what he controlled was staggering when he actually considered it. The company owned entire settlements outright, employed individuals who occupied significant positions within various governmental structures, and maintained influence that stretched across trade routes spanning multiple kingdoms. Mira technically owned ninety five percent of the total shares, the vast majority controlled through legal documentation that named her as primary stakeholder.

Pilt himself owned nothing tangible according to those same documents. Only the name attached to the enterprise belonged to him in any meaningful sense. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author's preferred platform and support their work! Yet the name alone carried value that exceeded mere legal ownership percentages.

When people spoke the word Aureate throughout the Scattered Realms, they associated it immediately with concepts of wealth, architectural grandeur, manufactured products, employment opportunities, and financial equity that touched countless lives. When Pilt invoked that name, wielded it in conversation or negotiation, it functioned as though he possessed complete ownership regardless of what paperwork actually specified.

Perception mattered more than technical distribution in ways that legal systems often failed to capture accurately. Five percent of such an enterprise carried weight sufficient to bankrupt entire royal treasuries if liquidated improperly. It represented enough capital to rebuild the continent of Osteria following its most devastating conflicts, enough to repair infrastructure damaged by the strongest strikes launched by their most persistent enemies.

Five percent equated to something approaching the value of a flawless diamond, though even that comparison grew increasingly imprecise as such values climbed higher, becoming more susceptible to fluctuations in broader economic systems that governed trade and currency exchange throughout the realms. The briefcase in his grip carried weight far exceeding its physical mass, coated thick with golden aura that pressed down against his palm and forearm with mounting pressure.

'This better work,' he thought grimly, feeling the strain already building in his shoulder. Pilt looked upward at the tree again, studying its impossible height, the way its branches seemed to pierce through whatever passed for sky in this domain. He braced himself, taking a deliberate step backward to gain momentum for what came next. He gripped the briefcase with both hands now, fingers wrapping tightly around the handle, and threw it upward with every ounce of force he could generate.

The briefcase flew through the air, tumbling end over end as it climbed toward the tree's lowest branches. As soon as he released his grip, his eyes shone briefly with concentrated golden light, tracing multiple possible futures that branched outward from this single deliberate action. He pulled one thread from among the countless possibilities presenting themselves. A bird unfurled itself from the frozen expanse of sky above, its wings spreading wide as it swooped downward to intercept the falling briefcase.

The creature carried the handle within its beak, wings beating steadily against air that seemed thick with suspended golden particles, each beat sending ripples through the atmosphere itself.

'Perfect. Exactly as planned,' he thought, though a flicker of doubt crept in immediately after. He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease despite the chaos unfolding around him. The small flame flickered against his fingers, momentarily brighter than the golden ambient light surrounding everything.

The weight of the golden thick coated essence filling the briefcase pulled steadily against the bird's flight, dragging its altitude lower with each passing second despite the creature's determined effort to maintain course. It descended slowly, wings straining, unable to compensate for the impossible burden it now carried toward the tree's highest reaches.

'Come on,' Pilt urged silently, watching the struggle unfold above him.

'Just a little further.' The world ignited suddenly in brilliant yellow light, illuminating every surface, every crack, every fragment of broken stone scattered across the ruined landscape. The intensity forced him to squint despite his enhanced perception. The floor itself shook violently beneath his feet, tremors rippling outward from some central point he couldn't immediately identify. Pilt's legs trembled as he struggled to maintain his footing.

Above him, the massive tree began to fall, its structural integrity failing under whatever force his offering had triggered. The branches, previously spread wide across the golden sky in majestic display, suddenly twisted with unnatural violence and broke apart like brittle kindling snapping under impossible pressure. Pieces cascaded downward, crashing through what remained of buildings below with devastating force.

He looked upward, watching debris fall like shooting stars streaking across a darkened firmament, each fragment leaving trails of golden light in its wake as it plummeted toward the earth.

'This is either going to work beautifully or kill me instantly,' he thought with something approaching dark amusement despite the mortal danger surrounding him. Suddenly the pavement beneath his feet gave way entirely, the stone cracking and separating without warning. He felt gravity claim him instantly, his body dropping through empty space where solid ground had existed just moments before.

He fell among the scattered stones and debris, his body tumbling through the collapsing structure of whatever domain had contained this twisted version of Port Vexis. Despite the fall, despite the very real danger of serious injury or death, he wore a slight grin as he descended. He took another slow puff from his cigarette, exhaling smoke that mixed strangely with the golden particles still suspended in the air around him.

'If I die here, at least I'll die having made one hell of an entrance,' he thought, the cynical humor providing some small comfort against the vertigo of his continued descent. The true architecture of the domain was about to be revealed. Very, very soon, whatever mechanisms governed this place would show themselves, exposed by the destruction his offering had triggered.

He continued falling, watching fragments of golden branch and broken stone tumble alongside him, wondering distantly whether the ground below would provide any cushion against impact, or whether this elaborate scheme would end not with revelation but with his own violent demise among the ruins he had helped create.