Now, six years later, the company stood tall as the 18th largest corporation in Magadh, with a rising trajectory and international investments pouring in like a tide.
And behind all of it was him.
Rhys Mercer.
Only his grandfather knew the truth—that the boy had turned the family business into something even greater than the name itself.
Everyone else? They only saw the results.
Now, inside his private capsule suite on the 85th floor, Rhys stood quietly. The room was dark, cool, lined with obsidian panels and flickering data streams. His capsule waited at the center—a sleek next-gen pod built to his specifications, featuring enhanced neural dampeners and triple-layered failsafes.
He took a breath, stepped inside, and lay down. The lid sealed above him, light blinking softly in response.
"Log me in," he whispered.
And just like that—the world dissolved.
Rhys opened his eyes.
No—Blade opened his eyes.
He was back in the world of Final Life Online.