Neo Cornwall shimmered like a sleeping dragon beneath the morning mist. From the eighty-ninth floor of Imperial Tower, the world looked almost peaceful—glass rooftops glowing under the golden sun, high-speed transit humming in the distance, and the ruins of old Cornwall barely visible beyond the revitalized core.
Billy Fang‑Nakamura stood in silence, barefoot on the polished steel balcony. His tea steamed in one hand—Chai with a hint of cherry blossom—and the morning chill bit at his skin like memory.
Eighteen today. Legally free. Spiritually burdened.
The Fang clan had called him a prodigy. The Nakamura side, a liability.
To Billy, he was just a guy who preferred vintage soda, cultivated orchids on the side, and dreamed of building something his way.
> "I'm not a sword or a stock ticker. I'm both. And I'm more than either."
The words hung in his mind like a vow. He took a slow sip of his tea.
Behind him, the penthouse was still half‑packed—boxes of old research journals, crates labeled "Do Not Ingest Without Clearance – Dad," and one very vintage Dr Pepper vending fridge he had hauled up the freight elevator himself.
This was his floor now. His lab. His dojo. His empire, in embryo.
A soft chime rang out. The secured vault—the family archive built into the core of the tower—unlocked precisely at 08:45 AM. His birthday gift from the system that governed the Fang‑Nakamura legacy.
He placed the teacup down and moved toward the heavy alloy door. No guards. No retinal scans. Just an ancestral promise.
The vault opened slowly, dust swirling in golden rays. Inside: a single ring suspended midair, hovering above a stone tablet etched with fractal calligraphy. Ancient lines burned like circuitry—half martial array, half quantum seal.
Billy's pulse quickened.
This wasn't some corporate heirloom or mystic showpiece. This was activation. He could feel it in his bones. A tug in his bloodline. A signal ready to awaken.
He reached out.
> DING!
🌟 Initializing Legacy Interface… 🌟
🌐 Neural sync… complete.
⚙️ DNA Marker: Verified — Billy Fang‑Nakamura
🧠 Tycoon System: Booting…
Suddenly, his vision was overlaid with a HUD, transparent lines of glowing script folding into graphs, tabs, and mission prompts. It felt like staring into a dream stitched with algorithms and intent.
A spark lit behind his eyes. Not magic. Not tech. Both.
> Welcome, Successor. Your Empire Begins Now.
Billy grinned as the screen pulsed alive, he thought to himself let's begin