Director Miller tried to laugh.
"You? Buy the arena?" He let out a forced, wheezing chuckle, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "Kid, you’re wearing an oversized grey tracksuit that smells like cheap laundry soap. Is this some kind of joke—"
Ping!
The main terminal resting on Miller’s desk suddenly cut him off with a sharp, high-pitched chime.
His personal phone vibrated violently at the exact same moment, nearly slipping out of his slick, sweaty hands as a massive alert flashed across the screen.
[Official Bank Notice: Wire Transfer Completed.]
[Sender: Undisclosed Private Entity.]
[Amount Received: $2,000,000.00 USD.]
[Memo: Full Purchase & Ownership Transfer of Campus Sports Complex.]
Miller’s voice died in his throat. Every bit of color drained from his face, his expression shifting from smug mockery to an absolute, pale terror within a single breath.
Jaxon stood completely still in the center of the room, his hands casually resting in the pockets of his grey tracksuit.
Bzzzzt.
Neon-blue screens exploded across his field of vision, completely hidden from the rest of the room.
[10x Cashback Activated!]
[$20,000,000.00 Transferred to Your Personal System Account!]
[The Constellation ’Goddess of Wealth’ is hyperventilating with pleasure!]
[Stream Rating: S-Rank Flex!]
Director Miller, Jaxon thought, a dry amusement settling into his chest. In my original draft, this corrupt administrator was supposed to drag out the stadium drama for ten agonizing Chapters, pushing Vivienne to her absolute breaking point before she gave in.
Pathetic, Jaxon added silently. I spent days plotting out his entire minor villain arc, and a single swipe of cosmic cash erased his script in less than three seconds.
"Two... two million dollars..." Miller whimpered, his knees visibly shaking as he backed against his desk. "In clear, liquid cash..."
"What?!" Garrison roared, violently shoving past the frozen players. "Director, what the hell are you talking about?! He’s a broke extra! Call campus security and throw him out!"
"Shut up, Garrison!" Miller squeaked, his voice cracking as he shrank away from Jaxon. "The deed just cleared the automated legal network! The university board approved it instantly! He owns the very ground you’re standing on right now!"
The locker room went dead silent.
Every single varsity player stood frozen, their mouths open as they stared at the former assistant manager in absolute horror.
Coach Vivienne Cross let out a soft, breathy gasp, her mind unable to process the sudden shift. Her massive chest heaved sharply against her tight white blouse, the strained top buttons pulling taut under her sudden, deep intake of air.
Her dark amber eyes blew wide open, locking onto Jaxon with an unblinking shock.
By the doorway, Roxie Sterling stood completely spellbound. Her striking violet eyes flickered rapidly between her zeroed-out debt tablet and Jaxon’s relaxed face. Her short silver undercut caught the gym lighting as she took a slow, quiet step closer to him, drawn in by his sudden, commanding gravity.
Jaxon caught both of their gazes, noting the complete reversal in their expressions.
Target 1 and Target 2, Jaxon thought, his internal confidence steady. In my original script, Vivienne was supposed to spend tonight begging the Vance family for corporate scraps.
Roxie was supposed to remain Garrison’s trapped poster girl. Now? I own the arena, I own the debt, and I own their future scripts.
He turned his head slowly, his cold, unbothered gaze locking straight onto Garrison with absolute authority.
"As the new sole owner and facility president," Jaxon said, his voice deep, smooth, and cutting through the quiet room. "I’m making a few immediate changes."
Garrison flinched slightly, stepping back out of pure instinct. "You can’t do shit to me! I’m the star player!"
"Garrison Vance," Jaxon continued calmly, his tone entirely level. "Your personal trainers, your private security detail, and your entire corrupt inner circle are permanently banned from this property. Effective right now."
"You little bastard!" Garrison’s face twisted in pure, animalistic rage and humiliation, the blood from his lip staining his chin.
"If any of them set foot inside my stadium again," Jaxon added, taking a slow, deliberate step forward until his shadow crossed Garrison’s chest. "I’ll have the police drag them out in handcuffs for trespassing. Do I make myself clear?"
Garrison shook with raw fury, his knuckles turning white. He had never been spoken to like this in his entire life. He was the golden boy. The multi-millionaire heir. The main character of the book.
Clack!
He frantically pulled out his phone, his thumb violently smashing the screen as he shoved the device against his ear.
"Dad?!" Garrison screamed into the receiver, his voice cracking with humiliation. "Pull your strings right now! Some broke piece of trash just bought the entire university arena! Destroy him! I want his life completely ruined by tonight!"
Jaxon didn’t even bother stopping him. He simply watched the star player lose his mind like an undisciplined child.
Suddenly, the locker room’s temperature plunged, turning ice-cold.
Bzzzzt.
The brilliant blue system windows abruptly shifted, turning a sharp, violent blood-red that pulsed wildly across Jaxon’s vision.
[WARNING: High-Level Anomaly Detected!]
[A Rival Cosmic Constellation has taken offense to your sudden dominance!]
[The Constellation ’Tyrant of the Unbroken Court’ has placed a 50,000 Cosmic Token Bounty on your head!]
[Bounty Event: ’Crush the Author’ has officially begun!]