"Bring me the CEOs of every major corporation at once!" Kazuo barked, enthroned behind obsidian desks as chief executives knelt quaking in his business council chambers.
"You money-grubbing worms profited enough under my nose in exile! Now you will learn true purpose pleasure through enrichment of Kazuo the Immortal!" The former street criminal turned dictator had mastered violence and politics - now business innovation would complete his control.
Strong-arming rivals into monopolies while nationalizing most sectors to himself, Kazuo soon ruled unchallenged over all commerce enterprise. Leveling traditions and livelihoods alike without mercy using bureaucratic thuggery to amass further billions.
At ribbon-cutting ceremonies, the CEO-Emperor would proclaim before cameras "Behold the fruits of bold vision joined to firm leadership hand!" Pausing slyly before adding "...My loving subjects need not fret if some must fertilize the soil of progress with their sweat and blood!"
From archaic farms to advanced laboratories tilling hidden laws of nature for whatever goals Kazuo craved each dawn, all scientific innovation was the tyrant's personal toychest for advanced oppression. None could deny him now - whether compelled by traditional secret police or corporate mercenaries funded bottomlessly by state treasury.
Yet the people's suffering cry only drove Kazuo to stretch spider-like control further. He ordered new genetics labs to spawn terrifying hybrid warbeasts, declaring "unleash our new pets on protest hotbeds - watch them tear families apart, literally!" The dictator's maniacal laughter was matched only by screams below. Insatiable in ambitions, there were always more dystopian dreams to unlock and new fortunes to pillage without ethics. For Kazuo knew no excess except boundless desire for omnipotence.