The New York Pearl Television Tower is structured with three large observation/work platforms from bottom to top: the lower sphere, the upper sphere, and the space capsule. The space capsule, situated at the highest point, houses a revolving restaurant and the New York Skyline Hotel.

In the presidential suite of the New York Skyline Hotel, the wealthiest man in New York, Dick Díaz, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in silk pajamas, holding a glass of red wine. Normally unperturbed by crisis, Dick Díaz now gaped in shock and awe.

"What on Earth was that thing just now?!" he exclaimed.

Having just awoken, he'd witnessed the gargantuan sea serpent.

Damn it!

A cruise ship treated as a plaything—how enormous must that creature be!

Behind him stood a burly man with a buzz cut; Dick Díaz's most trusted bodyguard, Cody Jenkins. After retiring from the military, Cody Jenkins' mother suffered a terminal illness without means of treatment until Dick Díaz funded her medical care with a million dollars.

Though Cody Jenkins' mother eventually passed, since then, Cody Jenkins pledged unwavering loyalty to Dick Díaz, serving him for years and earning deep trust. Even amid the global catastrophe of the violet mist, Cody Jenkins remained by Dick Díaz's side.

Cody Jenkins broke the silence with a slight grin, "Looks like a sea serpent? But it's enormous!"

Dick Díaz's face turned gray.

Finally, he began doubting if the world could ever return to normal. As New York's richest man, he hadn't yet fully enjoyed a life of luxury—now the world turned upside down!

Damn, what a mess!

New York was unsafe!

He had to head inland!

Yet he still couldn't contact his father.

At that moment, a knock echoed from the door.

Thud, thud, thud.

Personal assistant Salena cautiously opened the door, "Boss, dinner is ready."

Irritated, Dick Díaz lashed out, "Can't you see we're discussing something important? Use your common sense!"

Salena flinched, retreated, and silence enveloped the space.

Cody Jenkins sighed, "Boss, fretting won't help. We need to contact officials, have them dispatch a helicopter to evacuate you."

Mentioning this, Dick Díaz's anger flared, smashing a lamp in frustration, "That damn Jiang! He was all promises, but now I can't even reach him! Ungrateful bastard! After all the money I invested to elevate him, this is my reward!"

Cody Jenkins remained quiet.

Trapped here longer and longer, Dick Díaz grew increasingly agitated.

After venting, Dick Díaz regained composure, "Cody Jenkins, how much food do we have left?"

Calmly, Cody Jenkins replied, "Enough for the five of us for about fifteen days."

Only fifteen days left?

Worry seized Dick Díaz, making his face tense and unsettled. "You, go kill Daisy and Salena!"

Cody Jenkins felt a tremor in his heart.

Was it finally coming to this? When the violet mist first descended, Dick Díaz sensed danger, swiftly retreating with his son, close assistants Daisy, Salena, and Cody Jenkins here.

Upon arrival, Cody Jenkins followed orders to seal the top floor's stairs and elevator. Both the revolving restaurant and the skyline hotel belonged to Dick Díaz. Hence, hotel and restaurant staff offered little resistance.

No one anticipated the mist's permanence.

With life evolving rapidly, Dick Díaz realized serious trouble lay ahead, promptly seizing control of all food and personnel.

As chaos intensified—violence and looting rampant, authorities vanished, and food stores dwindled—Dick Díaz knew society was unraveling. On the fifth day of the mist, Dick Díaz decided, having Cody Jenkins eliminate all staff.

He was prepared—if order returned, he'd burn the New York Pearl Tower, obliterating evidence. If not, no one would care for these lives.

From then, only Dick Díaz and four others remained. Now, faced with worsening conditions, even longtime confidantes Daisy and Salena faced demise.

Finishing his order, Dick Díaz locked eyes with Cody Jenkins, nervous beneath a façade.

Executing hotel staff was entirely different from executing his closest companions.

Trusted, loyal, and intimate, Daisy and Salena were both secretaries and confidantes.

Ordering their deaths, could Cody Jenkins still trust his own survival?

Steeling himself, Cody Jenkins nodded expressionlessly, "Understood."

He turned to leave.

Minutes later, Cody Jenkins returned, hands stained with blood, voice gravelly, "Boss, it's done."

Struggling to mask relief, Dick Díaz feigned indifference, "Where's your gun? Hand it to me."

Slowly raising his gaze, Cody Jenkins fixed on Dick Díaz, "Boss, you don't trust me."

Alarm surged through Dick Díaz—yet his tone remained forceful, "Cody Jenkins, what nonsense! Since when do you disobey me? Hand over the gun!"

Suddenly, Cody Jenkins laughed, "I knew you were this type."

He clapped.

The door swung open.

Daisy and Salena entered, faces twisting with resentment.

Dick Díaz was thrown into confusion, "Cody Jenkins! How are they alive?! Whose blood is on your hands?!"

"Whose blood?" Cody Jenkins smirked sinisterly, an expression Dick Díaz had never seen, "That would be your precious son's."

"You killed Xiao Hao!" Dick Díaz reeled, thunderstruck.

Cody Jenkins sneered.

Gritting her teeth, Daisy spat, "Dick Díaz, you old bastard! After years enslaved to you, now you want to kill me!"

Salena wrapped her arms warmly around Cody Jenkins's brawny arm, mockingly chiming, "Darling, get rid of this old relic, and we're all yours!"

Cody Jenkins's heart raced, pleasure etched across his face.

Chosen by Dick Díaz for their looks, both women were undeniably attractive.

A normal man, Cody had long harbored desires for them. Fearing Dick Díaz's power, he never dared act—though the spirit was willing.

Succumbing to temptation, Cody pulled Salena close, passionately kissing her.

Outraged, Dick Díaz raved, "Traitors! You eat my food, wear my clothes, and dare steal my women!"

Cody Jenkins sneered, "Back then, you were the richest. I feared you. Now you're just a dead old man. Quit pretending!"

Drawing his gun.

Confronted with the cold barrel aimed his way, Dick Díaz's mind went blank, futilely waving his hands, "Wait, don't shoot! Let me..."

Bang!

A bullet pierced Dick Díaz's heart, his body collapsing instantly—lifeless.

Cody Jenkins erupted into wild laughter, "Hahaha! From now on, I call the shots..."

Suddenly, his laughter froze.

Looking down.

A knife sunk deep into his side, blood gushing.

Powerless to resist, Daisy wrested the gun from his grip.

Salena's face danced with mischief and scorn, "A lowly plebeian dares claim us!"

Realization struck Cody Jenkins—he'd been outwitted by the women, "You...you fiends..."

Slowly, Cody Jenkins collapsed, blood bubbling from his mouth and nose, then silence.

Finally, the women relaxed, embracing joyfully, "All the filthy men are finally dead! We're safe!"

"Hmph! That old scoundrel Dick Díaz played us for fools!"

Over fifty, Dick Díaz could barely satisfy them, keeping a strict watch. Over time, they turned to each other for comfort.

Trapped here, seeing the dwindling food supply, they anticipated the end. Long aligned with Dick Díaz, they knew his ruthlessness, already plotting in secret, slyly wooing Cody Jenkins.

Steadying themselves, they made to leave the room, only to discover a striking stranger by the revolving restaurant's bar!

The women recoiled in fright.

How had this man gotten here?!

Isolated for so long, they knew nothing of the rampant ability users outside.

It was none other than James Lone, leisurely pouring three glasses of champagne. Sipping one, he smiled warmly at them, "Nice champagne. Come, have a glass each, then be on your way."