The Harvest and Seeds of the Future

John stirred beneath his sheets, the light through his window barely changing from the nap before. His dreams were soft, disconnected, but they faded abruptly when the familiar voice echoed in his mind.

Great Sage:

"Notice: The harvest has been completed."

John:

(groggy)

"Huh...? Harvest? What harvest—?"

Great Sage:

"Clarification: The financial infiltration of black market accounts has concluded. Total funds cleansed and redirected: 2.97 billion United States dollars."

John shot up, nearly falling off his bed.

John:

"Wait, wait, wait— WHAT?!"

His heart pounded. His breath caught. Nearly three billion dollars? That wasn't just startup capital — that was borderline Bond villain money.

John:

"You stole— I mean liberated —almost three billion dollars?! From who?!"

Great Sage:

"Targets included:

Three international arms dealers.

Four narco-lords based in Central and South America.

92 micro-operations linked to human trafficking.

17 shell networks used by minor warlords and failed-state governments.

1 mid-tier terror cell operating out of Eastern Europe.

All flagged as high-risk criminal entities by multiple world agencies."

John:

(still staring at the ceiling)

"I'm either going to be arrested… or knighted."

Great Sage:

"Correction: Neither. The structure used to disperse and launder the funds has been woven through seven layers of false identities, blind trusts, digital fronts, and off-shore shell companies."

John:

(exhales)

"...So, what, I just get 2.97 billion tomorrow?"

Great Sage:

"Negative. Such a sudden transaction would trigger global watchdog alerts, notably from the United States Treasury Department and Interpol. Instead—"

A soft chime echoed in his mind as if a digital slideshow began.

Great Sage:

"A legal entity registered as Wayne Industries — incorporated in Delaware with off-shore licensing — will receive $10 million USD annually. These funds will be funneled through minor acquisitions, IPO investments, defense contracts, and private sector orders."

John:

(rubs his temples)

"Wayne Industries? Are you serious?"

Great Sage:

"You named it during sleep, likely inspired by media subconsciousness. You did not override the default."

John:

(groaning)

"God, I hope I don't get sued by DC."

Great Sage:

"The name is not trademarked in its registered jurisdiction."

John:

"...Okay, good. So ten million a year. That's... very comfortable."

Great Sage:

"That is the beginning. You are not a thief, John. You are a correction."

He laid back on the bed, eyes wide, brain buzzing. His empire had its first breath of life.

Two hours passed. John sat at his desk, shirtless, coffee in hand, staring at an empty notepad labeled: "Company Vision."

John:

(to himself)

"If I'm gonna play the long game, I need to go all in. Sage?"

Great Sage:

"Listening."

John:

"I want you to buy stocks and crypto in every company that will go public or boom over the next twenty years. Anything from Tesla-type growth to Amazon-scale expansions. Don't go too big at once — blend in. Invest like a long-term hedge fund. Diversify."

Great Sage:

"Confirmed. Targeting IPOs, biotech breakthroughs, and clean energy revolutions. Predicted growth cycles calculated and adaptive strategy deployed."

John:

"Also… I want to build a company that spans tech, energy, security, and humanitarian aid. Wayne Industries needs to look clean, act clean — but be scalable to something global."

Great Sage:

"Understood. I have begun drafting long-term structural blueprints, including modular satellite companies, PR management, and shell partnerships. Departments will include:

Tech Development

Biotech & Cybernetics

Green Energy & Infrastructure

Global Logistics & Emergency Relief

Security & Private Defense Research"

John:

"Perfect. Keep building. I'll step in when I need to, but right now… I just need to stay quiet and let it grow."

Great Sage:

"You are laying roots. The tree will follow."

John:

(sipping his coffee, feeling the weight of billions quietly humming under his feet)

"...Wake me when there's something world-changing."

Great Sage:

"As always, John. Sleep well."

And with that, he leaned back, a digital monarch with dreams still blooming behind his closed eyes — unaware that history would soon remember him as the man who built an empire in silence.