Vice President Mary Grace, one of Virtue Financial connection in Philipinas government, she was the one that comes to Virtue Financial Manila branch inviting my company to come and invest, as she offered a lot of benefits, T.A.S on my behalf okayed the investment and since then Virtue Financial now owned 30% of Philipinas small and medium company all over the nation. By my Choosing Manila and Puerto Princessa has become the province where we heavy invested, turning them into a city that owned by Virtue Financial, all of our factories and buildings were in these 2 cities, in short span of just 6 months, the 2 cities have turned into advance metropolis akin to the western city,“But if I wanted to do that… we definitely need more support and amicable relationship with the government…. Oh... by the way, Vice President Grace… I heard that the presidential election this time… you wanted to run as a president?”.The meeting room fell silent as Vice President Grace leaned in closer to Mies S
By nightfall, the top executives of Virtue Financial had gathered at an exclusive resort—a sprawling testament to Mies Sai’s own vision and wealth, nestled along the pristine shores. The atmosphere was a blend of luxury and tension, as every guest present knew they were on the verge of a monumental decision. Conversations were quiet, voices hushed, the underlying intensity clear. The sense that something more was at play, something perhaps beyond even their comprehension, seemed to press down on the room.At precisely nine o’clock, Mies Sai entered the main hall, and the soft murmur of voices immediately ceased. His eyes swept over the group, each executive watching him with a mixture of respect and apprehension. Sai’s presence commanded attention—tonight more than ever, as he finally addressed his elite team.“Thank you all for gathering here,”he began, his voice measured and calm, though carrying an unmistakable weight.“What we discuss tonight will define Virtue Financials’ future
“Andy Greg,”.he began, his eyes narrowing slightly,“CEO of Saint George Hospital. I trust you’re aware of why I’ve singled you out.”.Andy Greg, a man who had once carried himself with confidence and pride, now looked uncharacteristically small. His shoulders tensed, and his face twisted into a grimace as he struggled to compose himself.“Mr. Sai,”. (Andy Greg)he stammered, attempting to summon a bravado that was nowhere to be found,“I don’t understand what this is about. There must be some mistake—”. (Andy Greg)“There is no mistake,”.Mies Sai interrupted, his tone leaving no room for doubt.“The mistake, Mr. Greg, was thinking you could sell out Virtue Medical without consequences.”.Sai’s words were razor-sharp, cutting through the flimsy excuses Andy Greg was trying to muster.“Let me outline your crimes, for the benefit of the room,”Sai continued; his demeanor unflinching.“Selling shares of Saint George Hospital to a U.S. congressman—Johnathan, I believe—without authorizat
“Leave,”.Mies Sai finally said, his tone as cold as the steel that fortified his reputation. In that one word, the fates of 120 CEOs were sealed. No one argued. No one negotiated. They filed out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the long hallway as the heavy doors closed behind them. Yet even after they were gone, the tension lingered, a palpable reminder of the purge that had just taken place. For several long moments, the room remained quiet, the remaining executives too stunned to move or speak. Then Catherine Kent, the formidable CEO of Virtue Financial, rose from her seat. Adjusting her posture, she stepped into the center of the room. Her commanding presence, though less severe than Mies Sai’s, was equally impossible to ignore. “Now that the cancer has been excised,”. (Catherine Kent)Catherine began, her voice steady but urgent, “We must turn our attention to the threat at hand. The meddling of the United States government is not something we can overlook. Their i
As the meeting adjourned, Mies Sai retreated to his private suite at the resort, seeking a moment of respite. Yet, it wasn’t long before the quiet was disrupted. As was her habit, Catherine Kent strode in unannounced, her signature confidence leading the way. Following close behind were Marcuez Vega, Ran Hyun-ok, and Maria Hills—all key members of Virtue Financial’s inner circle. The four quickly made themselves comfortable in his living room, their casual demeanor betraying the gravity of their roles. These were not just trusted subordinates but individuals who had earned the rare distinction of being counted among Mies Sai’s friends. The camaraderie they shared allowed them to breach formalities, though none would dare undermine his authority. “So, are you really sure about this?”. (Catherine Kent)Catherine started, leaning back against the plush sofa. Her tone was light, but her expression revealed a deeper concern.“Pulling out of the U.S. is… monumental.”. (Maria Hills) Maria
As they left the suite, a solemn determination settled over the two. They knew the responsibility that awaited them and the trust that had been placed in their hands. The era of Mies Sai’s unrelenting presence at the helm was shifting, and with it, Virtue Financial was poised to enter a new chapter. The decision to rebrand Virtue Financial and its subsidiaries as Virtue Financial International sent a clear and defiant message to the world’s governments: meddling in the company’s affairs would no longer be tolerated. Catherine Kent, representing Virtue Financial, alongside Marcuez Vega of Virtue Constructions and Maria Hills of Virtue Medical, led this bold transformation. With the term "International" now tied to their names, the subsidiaries stood unified, prepared to face the retaliation of meddling powers with a calculated and unyielding stance. Two days after the pivotal meeting, Catherine Kent stepped into the spotlight, holding a press conference at Virtue Financial Internatio
“Russia is prepared to provide land, tax exemptions, and long-term agreements to ensure Virtue Financial International flourishes in our markets,”. (Minister Schevenko Schevenkova)he promised, his words carrying both paternal pride and professional precision. Katerina’s lips curved into a smile at her father’s proposition.“That’s quite a generous offer, Father,”. (Katerina Schevenkova)she teased lightly.“But let’s not forget, generosity alone isn’t enough. Virtue Financial values stability, reliability, and a future we can depend on. What assurances can Russia offer to make this a seamless transition?”. (Katerina Schevenkova) Schevenko chuckled, his pride evident.“Ah, Katerina, you’ve learned well. Virtue Financial will have the full support of the Kremlin. Legislation can be passed swiftly to accommodate your needs, and we will ensure that no external interference—”. (Minister Schevenko Schevenkova)he glanced briefly at Jonathan“—jeopardizes this partnership.”. (Minister S
“Gentlemen,”.he said, his voice carrying a calm yet commanding tone.“Welcome. I’m glad you could join us.”. The ministers exchanged excited glances, realizing that their efforts had brought them face-to-face with the man who could reshape their nations’ futures. The real negotiations were about to begin. The meeting between Mies Sai, Jonathan Togo, and Schevenko Schevenkova began with a calm that belied the magnitude of their discussion. Within the luxurious café at Mies Sai’s private resort, the atmosphere was cordial yet laced with purpose. The two ministers, initially hesitant, found themselves disarmed by the straightforward and accommodating manner in which Mies Sai addressed their concerns.Jonathan Togo, seated opposite Mies Sai, could not help but reflect on the moment. He had known Virtue Financial International to be immensely wealthy, but witnessing this meeting in real-time underscored a truth that left him in awe: this was not just a corporation. It was a global entit
“I request a duel.”A murmur ran through both sides. Bina merely raised a single eyebrow.“A duel? Against me?” she said, tilting her head slightly, almost as if she hadn’t heard him correctly.Anton stood his ground.“If I win, you and your soldiers do not enter this palace.”Bina exhaled, her lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile.“And if you lose?”Anton’s jaw tightened.“Then my men will surrender peacefully.”A moment of silence passed between them.And then, Bina laughed.A deep, almost booming sound, filled with something akin to amusement… and disappointment.“You are either the bravest or the most foolish knight I have ever met, Captain Anton.” She rested her hand on the haft of her war axe, her fingers tightening around the weapon’s familiar grip.Anton did not flinch. Bina’s amusement faded. She gave him a firm nod. Both of them knew, this is actually a heartfelt plea from Anton, he wanted Grand General Bine to allow his men to live, this I his earnest beg.
At precisely 10 AM, just as the dust from the explosions had barely begun to settle, a deep echoing voice rang across the battlefield.“To the soldiers and citizens of Alemia!”It was him.The President of Aeternum.His voice carried through the winds, reverberating through the ruined streets, projected through Aeternum’s massive military speakers for all to hear.“Your war is over. Lay down your arms. Submit to the governance of Aeternum, and you will be spared.”His words hung in the air like a final judgment.And then, like a descending storm, the Aeternum Army finally began to move.It was a terrifyingly unified march.Thousands upon thousands of troops moved in perfect synchronicity, their steel boots pounding against the earth like a drum of war. Tanks rolled forward, massive military vehicles flanking the advancing battalions, gunships and airships circling the skies like mechanical reapers.At that moment, the people of Alemia saw it—the unstoppable tide of Aeternum’s might de
“Then let’s make history. Order the Navy Fleet 01 to launch three additional Type-1 Missiles. Targets: The East, North, and West gates of the capital.”The entire command bridge fell into stunned silence.Every officer, every technician, every strategist momentarily froze. Their eyes flickered with a mix of shock and anxiety as they processed my command. Even the seasoned veterans among them seemed momentarily taken aback.It was one thing to deploy a single missile.But three at once?That wasn’t just warfare—it was an annihilation order.Bina, Lucas, and Eliza, who had been following the situation via video conference, immediately reacted. Their holographic images flickered on the massive display before me, each one expressing their own unique emotions.Bina, ever the stoic and composed tactician, furrowed her brows, tapping her fingers against the table.“Mr. President… I assume you understand the full implications of this move?”I met her gaze without hesitation.“I do. This is th
At 6:45 AM, the order was given. Admiral Duchess Kolarova, commanding the Navy Fleet from the southern front, initiated the launch sequence. The missile streaked across the sky like a comet, its white trail a harbinger of devastation.From the Dragon One, I stood on the bridge, watching intently as the missile’s trajectory was displayed on the holographic screens. My officers around me held their breath, anticipation thick in the air.A few moments later, the missile hit its mark. The explosion that followed was nothing short of spectacular. The Alemia Capital City gates were obliterated, along with the surrounding walls and everything within a 100-meter radius. Dust and debris rose into the sky like a dark mushroom cloud, blotting out the early morning sun.The impact was beyond what any of us had anticipated. The "lowest-grade" missile had proven to be anything but low-grade.The news of the missile strike spread like wildfire through the Aeternum ranks. Soldiers, commanders, and of
BOOM!The object slammed into the city gates, unleashing a deafening explosion that shook the ground beneath their feet. The shockwave rippled outward, sending soldiers sprawling and shattering windows across the city. Dust and debris filled the air as the once-mighty gates crumbled into a smoking ruin.Amariss stumbled backward, his sword clattering to the ground as he stared in horror at the devastation.“What… what is this? What is happening?!”he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. In the distance, the Aeternum Navy Fleet stood poised, their warships bristling with firepower. The single missile had been a warning—a demonstration of Aeternum’s overwhelming strength and precision. And it had achieved its purpose.The soldiers of Amariss’s army, already demoralized and terrified, broke ranks almost immediately. Dropping their weapons and abandoning their positions, they fled in every direction, their panic spreading like wildfire.“Come back! COME BACK, YOU COWARDS!”Amariss sc
“The reports… the soldiers… they are abandoning their posts. Even the Prime Minister has—”“I know,”she interrupted, her voice calm but laced with resignation.“Let them go. They were never loyal to me to begin with.”Her Royal Knight Commander, Lucas Perdue, entered moments later, his face grim.“Your Majesty, the palace remains secure for now, but the city is unraveling. The people are heeding Aeternum’s call, not ours. And the army… they’ve lost the will to fight.”The Queen closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.“Lucas, prepare for the inevitable. Lock down the palace. Imprison those who remain loyal to the Prime Minister and the other schemers. And… prepare for my surrender to Aeternum.”Lucas hesitated, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword.“Are you certain, Your Majesty? To surrender is to admit—”“To admit that we’ve failed,”she finished for him.“Yes. Because we have failed. And the longer we cling to this throne, the more my people suffer….it is of no point to figh
Back at the frontlines, as soldiers readied themselves for the final march, they were moved by the reports circulating from command. The evidence of Alemia’s corruption and the suffering of its people only solidified their resolve. Around campfires and inside armored vehicles, soldiers shared their thoughts openly.One young soldier spoke with determination:“It’s not just about winning the war. We’re here to do something right—to fix what’s broken.”Another nodded, clenching her rifle tightly.“The President and the Vice President have never hidden anything from us. They’ve told us why we’re fighting, and that’s why I’d follow them anywhere.”Even the most hardened veterans were touched by the weight of their mission. One grizzled commander, looking out at the stars, muttered to himself,“We’re not just soldiers. We’re builders of a better future.”As the evening turned to night, a quiet anticipation spread across Aeternum and the liberated regions of Alemia. Farmers working their fi
“[To the citizens of Aeternum, know this: our soldiers, our leaders, and our government are united in our cause. We fight not for conquest, but for liberation. We fight to bring light to a land that has known darkness for far too long. And we fight because we believe in a better future for all.]”As she reached the conclusion of her address, Elijah’s voice softened slightly, carrying a note of hope.“[Let us move forward together—with courage, with resolve, and with the knowledge that we are on the side of justice. Aeternum stands as a beacon of hope, and together, we will bring peace to Alemia Nation. Thank you, and may we all stay safe in the hours ahead.]”The response to Elijah’s address was immediate and palpable. Across Aeternum, workers paused their tasks, families huddled around radios, and soldiers standing in the encampments felt a renewed sense of purpose.In one bustling Aeternum farm, a group of farmers stood together, their hands still muddy from the fields, listening in
“This is why I serve Aeternum,”he said.“Our government doesn’t hide anything from us. The President shows us the truth—the corruption, the suffering, everything. We’re not here for conquest. We’re here to fix what’s broken.”A sergeant nearby nodded.“And the Crown Prince? He deserves everything that’s coming to him. My wife is from Alemia, and she told me stories of what that man has done—taxing people into starvation while throwing lavish parties. It’s disgusting.”Another soldier, a former immigrant from Alemia, added,“It’s not just him. The entire royal family let this happen. But the fact that the President is willing to spare Queen Romella and preserve a part of Alemia’s heritage? That shows we’re not here to destroy—we’re here to rebuild.”Even the officers echoed similar sentiments. In the command tent, a group of captains discussed the decision over steaming mugs of coffee.“This is why we’re different,” one of them said.“Other nations would have razed Alemia to the groun