[The Omniverse - The High Galactic Central Bank]
The High Galactic Central Bank was a colossal, windowless ziggurat carved entirely from solid, gold-veined white marble. The air inside the grand vault room was freezing and dead, smelling heavily of pressurized gold leaf, frozen ink, and the sterile hum of cosmic security wards.
High Director Mammon—the supreme deity of celestial currency—sat behind a towering desk of pure white jade, his long robes woven from physical starlight wind.
"Your corporate presence is an intrusion, Thorne," Mammon stated, his voice booming with the ancient, arrogant authority of old money. "The Central Bank regulates the sovereign wealth of a million dimensions. The Pantheon Group may control the retail sector, but you have no legal authority over the reserve currency of the gods."
Victor Thorne walked slowly across the mirror-polished jade floor plates, the sharp, rhythmic click-click-click of his dress shoes echoing off the marble pillars. His midnight-blue suit was immaculate, completely absorbing the brilliant light of the vault. He stopped at the edge of the jade desk, his leather gloves creaking slightly as he leaned his hands on his silver-topped cane.
"Currency is an illusion backed by collateral, Director Mammon," Victor said smoothly, his camera-angle perspective looking down at the ancient deity as he opened the glowing gold pages of the Tycoon's Ledger.
Seraphina stepped into the vault room, her dark business uniform sharp, coldly hoisting a massive ledger disk containing trillions of compiled data sheets.
"The audit is complete, Chairman Thorne," Seraphina reported with a chill, competent rasp. "We have consolidated the total leverage profile of the central banking sector."
"What is the meaning of this bureaucracy?!" Mammon demanded, his starlight robes flaring with divine wrath.
"Over the past three fiscal quarters, your bank has continuously purchased our high-yield 'Heroic Bonds'—the subprime debt bundles we generated from player student loans and healthcare debts," Victor explained, his cold, calculating eyes tracking the numbers scrolling across the Ledger. "Furthermore, to maintain your reserve liquidity after the gacha market crash, you accepted massive overnight cash injections from my offshore shell company, Pantheon Holdings LLC."
Mammon's face paled, the starlight around his crown flickering. "Those were standard liquidity arrangements! We have sovereign immunity!"
"You had immunity when your currency was backed by physical assets," Victor smiled a ruthless, predatory smile, slashing his gold-nibbed fountain pen across the Ledger. "But as of 9:00 AM this morning, your bank has officially crossed our mandatory debt-to-equity threshold. By owning the predatory student loans of your heroes, the medical debts of your clerics, and the utility patents on your world's agricultural seed distribution, the Pantheon Group legally owns the collateral backing your entire money supply."
Victor slammed the Ledger shut, the concussive boom of contract law instantly shattering the bank's ancient divine security wards.
"This is a Hostile Foreclosure," Victor declared, his Tycoon's Aura flaring to maximum capacity, turning the grand vault completely dark. "The High Galactic Central Bank is insolvent. Your operating license is hereby revoked."
"You... you can't liquidate the central bank of the gods!" Mammon gasped, falling back into his jade throne as automated repo-skeletons marched through the marble doors with bubble wrap and asset crates. "The cosmic economy will collapse!"
"The economy will be restructured under new management," Victor adjusted his midnight-blue cuffs, turning his back on the broken deity. "Seraphina, re-zone this ziggurat into an outbound telemarketing facility for our Abyssal Prime retention team. And strip the gold leaf off the walls to back my new digital tokens. The era of public sovereign currency is officially over. Heaven belongs to the holding company."