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They call him Ghost.
A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.
To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.
To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.
To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.

But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.

After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:

"That was your last mission."

Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.

But war forged more than his body and name.

Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.
One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.
He’s not just a weapon.
He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.
A man of many names, and many shadows.

Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.
And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

Sterling Enterprises – 32nd Floor, Chairman's Office

The morning sun poured through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the polished black floor. The massive screen on the wall displayed the live news feed—headlines flashing in bold red:

"Reaper Entertainment Unveils Mega Film City Project in Star Harbor—Construction Quotations Open for 3 Days."

A sleek, confident female anchor elaborated on the story:

"This ambitious project aims to transform the eastern part of the city into a global film production hub—complete with sound stages, post-production units, and training studios. Experts are calling it one of the boldest entertainment infrastructure moves in recent years…"

Miles watched in silence. One leg crossed over the other, fingertips steepled beneath his chin, expression unreadable—but sharp.

He leaned back in his chair, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The wild flame of the Phoenix Clan.