[The Abyssal Academy - The Principal's Office]
The holographic map of the multiverse hovered above the Tycoon's Ledger, displaying millions of glowing spheres.
Seraphina stood by the mahogany desk, adjusting her glasses as she sifted through a massive stack of parchment. "Principal Thorne, our scouts have manually evaluated twelve neighboring dimensions this week. Three are currently experiencing apocalyptic wars, and two are suffering from severe economic depressions. I recommend we deploy the Repo Teams to acquire their distressed assets."
Victor Thorne took a slow sip of his black coffee, his midnight-blue suit perfectly pressed. He looked at the paperwork, his expression one of profound corporate disappointment.
"Manual scouting is highly inefficient, Seraphina," Victor said smoothly. "Sending physical teams to evaluate dimensions one by one is a complete waste of a Senior Developer's time. While we are currently managing the Aethelgard client project, we cannot ignore core product development. We need to automate our expansion."
Princess Ignis, sharpening her broadsword by the fireplace, frowned. "Automate an invasion? How?"
"Information is capital, Ignis," Victor tapped his gold-nibbed pen against the Tycoon's Ledger. "I am building a proprietary scrying script. The Astral Deal Aggregator."
Victor slashed his pen across the glowing pages. Complex, golden binary code began to stream across the holographic map of the multiverse.
"Instead of looking for wars, this script is designed to scrape the astral network for the absolute best top-daily deals," Victor explained, his Tycoon's Aura suffocating the room with pure, capitalist intent. "It actively scans billions of dimensions simultaneously, searching for specific algorithmic triggers: plunging sovereign wealth, desperate deities, and high-casualty conflicts. It filters the multiverse to find the most distressed assets available for hostile takeover."
BING.
The Tycoon's Ledger chimed cheerfully. The holographic map zoomed in on a specific, blood-red sphere designated as Dimension 99.
"Aggregator complete," Victor checked his gold Rolex. "Dimension 99. A realm currently locked in a brutal, two-hundred-year trench war between the Northern Empire and the Southern Coalition. Both factions have completely depleted their national treasuries. They are out of weapons, out of armor, and out of capital."
"So they are weak!" Ignis grinned, her demonic fangs bared. "We send the Chimera and crush them!"
"They are broke, Ignis. If we conquer them, we simply inherit their debt," Victor adjusted his cuffs, a ruthless smile playing on his lips. "We aren't going to conquer them. We are going to monetize their desperation using an automated marketing funnel."