Vincent's Villa.
"System, you're ruthless," Vincent grumbled.
He had just spent 200 Million Wealth Points to upgrade his new Flame-Flame Fruit.
[Congratulations! Flame-Flame Fruit upgraded to Tier 2: Peak Awakening.]
[Next Limit Break: 80 Million Desire Points.]
Vincent choked. "80 Million? Are you serious?"
He did the math. One "conquest" earned him about 100,000 points.
That meant 800 times.
If he included his other powers... 2,700 times.
"Even with seven times a night, it would take a year," Vincent rubbed his lower back, feeling a phantom ache. "My kidneys are going to fail."
He realized the System wasn't just a lottery machine; it was a pimp pushing him toward world domination (or harem domination).
"Maybe I should just destroy the world," Vincent muttered. "That would farm enough Desire Points."
But then again, he needed the world to enjoy his wealth.
Current Stats:
Wealth: 9.6 Billion (Points)
Desire Points: 2,000
Abilities: Ice-Ice Fruit (Tier 2 Peak), Flame-Flame Fruit (Tier 2 Peak), Hydro-Kinesis (Master), Dragon Elephant Wisdom (Layer 13).
"With Fire and Ice, I have options," Vincent mused.
He could retire the "Ice Demon" persona for a while. The military was on high alert, and he didn't want to nuke the Eastern Seaboard just yet.
He needed a new mask. A Fire God mask.
SHIELD Secret Base.
The Quinjet landed. Black Widow (Natasha) and Hawkeye (Clint) disembarked.
"Agent Barton, you're dismissed," Nick Fury said. "Natasha, walk with me."
Natasha's smile faded. "What did the kid do now?"
"General Ross attacked him," Fury said grimly. "And lost. Badly."
Natasha winced. She knew Vincent's temper.
"The Ice Demon froze a third of Central Park. Then he threatened to sink our carrier groups if we didn't back off."
"And Ross?"
"He's terrified. But he's planning something. A Thunderbolts initiative."
Fury stopped walking.
"I need you to go back to Vincent."
"Boss, I already slept with him," Natasha sighed. "Gwen Stacy is his girlfriend. I'm the side piece. It's getting complicated."
"This isn't about romance," Fury said. "It's about Oscorp."
Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Vincent Hall just bought 30% of Oscorp. He's the second-largest shareholder. And he's moving for a hostile takeover."
"The kid bought a defense contractor?" Natasha was impressed.
"Dr. Connors stole vital gene data before he fled. I need you to infiltrate Oscorp, help Vincent stabilize the company, and find out what Connors took."
"So, babysitting and corporate espionage?" Natasha smirked. "Fine. But if I end up in his bed again, that's on you."
Fury didn't blink. "Just get the data."
Commonwealth Bank HQ.
Mr. Smith was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Mr. Hall, we secured the shares from the institutional investors. 12%. Plus Connelly's 18%. You now control 30%."
"Total cost?" Vincent asked.
"$4.14 Billion. Financed via loans against the stock."
"Good. What about the other five minority shareholders?"
"They want a premium. 30% above market value."
Vincent tossed a file onto the desk. "Show them this."
It was the blackmail material Fury provided.
Half an hour later.
Smith returned, grinning like a shark. "They agreed to sell at 10% below market value. And they apologized for the delay."
"Excellent."
"With these shares, you now hold 45%. We just need 6% more for absolute control."
"Buy it from the open market," Vincent ordered. "Don't hide it. Let Harry know I'm coming."
Oscorp Tower. CEO Office.
"What the f*ck?!" Harry Osborn smashed his desk lamp.
"Sir, Commonwealth Bank just announced a tender offer for 6% of our stock," his assistant stammered. "They already hold 45%."
"Who is backing them?!" Harry screamed. "Is it Connelly?"
"We believe... yes. Connelly has called for an emergency board meeting to vote on a new Chairman."
Harry fell into his chair. He was losing his father's company.
Kill them... The Green Goblin voice whispered in his ear. Kill them all and the company stays yours.
Commonwealth Bank.
"Mr. Hall, we have acquired the final 6%," Smith reported. "You now own 51% of Oscorp."
"Who was buying against us?" Vincent asked.
"Someone was trying to drive up the price. Probably Harry or his allies."
"It doesn't matter," Vincent stood up. "The King is dead. Long live the King."
"Mr. Connelly is already at Oscorp," Smith said. "He's securing the building with his private security."
"Good. Tell him to fire everyone loyal to the Osborns. I want a clean slate."
Vincent looked out the window at the New York skyline.
He now owned the Gene Empire.
Next step: Find Connors. And crush Hydra.
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