The morning after the gala, Damon didn't rest.
He unleashed.
10:22 AM — Fifth Avenue, NYC (Private Shopping Takeover)
A high-end boutique shut down for one man.
Damon walked through aisles of one-of-one watches, silk-lined blazers, and handcrafted shoes from Italy flown in that morning.
He didn't ask prices.
He pointed.
Kai followed with custom leather bags. Nova stood near the glass sipping gold-infused champagne while security whispered his name.
System Active: Spender's Dominion (Elite Mode)
Spend: $2.4M
Return (Over 48 Hours): $9.6M via brand deals, market spike, and social virality
Perk Unlocked: "Cultural Icon Status (Urban Elite Tier I)"
– Any outfit you wear increases public interest and business credibility
– Paparazzi events turn into passive influence generators
– Global brands begin approaching with silent partnership requests
3:13 PM — Yacht Party: The Glass Phantom
Docked off a private island, owned by a Voss-affiliated silent partner, the yacht held:
– 40 elites
– 3 pop stars
– 2 tech billionaires
– 1 active royal heir
Damon arrived in a custom Balmain outfit, no entourage — just aura.
He was introduced to a prince, offered two CEO seats, and casually dropped $250K on a charity bet he knew he'd win — then gifted the earnings to a stranger's start-up.
People whispered:
"Who the f*** is Damon Black?"
"They call him Phantom in the underworld…"
"No way one man lives in both worlds."
System Summary: Social Flex Tier Advanced
Net Worth (Public): $127M
Net Worth (Private): Undisclosed – Shadow Tier II
Underworld Status: Phantom – Global Level II Recognized Trafficker / Untouchable Operator
You now generate passive income even when partying.
Your name has become a business.
But That Night — Shade Moved
Damon entered his penthouse late.
Alone.
The lights didn't flicker.
The system didn't warn him.
That's how good she was.
He turned toward the window—and she was already inside.
Silver-blade in one hand. Gun in the other. Eyes like death's daughter.
Alias: Shade
Codename: Omega
Strike: Now
She lunged.
He dodged.
Gunfire cracked — suppressed and savage. Glass shattered. Blood flicked across white walls — not his.
They fought like predators. Blade to hand. Fire to fury.
But Damon?
He moved like he'd been trained by pain itself.
System Triggered: "Death's Delay"
– You are lethal for 10 seconds after a fatal strike
– Passive Activated: "Ghost Hands – Close Combat Tier II"
– Skill Combo Executed: "Disarm + Rib Fracture + Nerve Paralysis"
Ten seconds later… Shade lay unconscious at his feet.
He stood over her, eyes glowing from internal rage and divine control.
Then calmly poured himself a drink.
"Let the world send its best," he said to the air. "I'll send back silence."