Tian Hao’s mind had transcended the limits of ordinary men—or so he believed. For decades, he had shaped markets, governments, and entire economies with nothing more than numbers and strategy. He had whispered into the ears of kings, dictated the rise and fall of industries, and walked among the powerful as an equal—no, as their superior.
But now? Now, he sought something greater.
This was no longer about control. This was about destiny.
At the heart of his private sanctum, beneath golden chandeliers and towering bookshelves lined with economic theories, Tian Hao sat at a long, polished table. Before him lay his greatest work—the Divine Manifesto.
A doctrine not just of financial rule, but of faith. He scrawled the words with precision, each stroke of ink a declaration of his ascension.
Money is power, but power without devotion is hollow. We will build an empire not just of markets, but of minds. Those who resist shall be reshaped. Those who doubt shall be cast aside.