POV: A Rich Man (Soon-to-be First Class Citizen)
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The moment the law was passed, I knew the world had changed. No longer were we defined by lineage, name, or legacy—but by numbers, auctioned to the highest bidder. And I… I wasn't going to be left behind.
My assistant barged into the room that morning, face pale and drenched in sweat.
"Sir… Blackwood One has spoken. All humans are to be identified by numbers. The auction starts in two hours. Number Five begins at 10 billion Blackwood Currency."
I was silent. Not shocked—no, Chris had been evolving into something more than a ruler. He was a deity in flesh now. When he declared, the rest of us obeyed. But this? This was art. Control. A hierarchy carved with mathematical precision.
I walked to the window of my penthouse, staring down at the city below. Crowds swarmed, news drones buzzing in the air. People were already gathering outside the Numbering Center like their lives depended on it—because now, it did.
I turned to my assistant.
"Ready the funds. I want Number 6. I don't care how much it costs."
He hesitated. "Sir… the initial bid is 9 billion BC. But many of the old families are also in pursuit. The Obafemi Empire delegation. The Meloni Conglomerate. Even the Diamond Syndicate."
I smirked. "Then we'll make them bleed."
Because in this world, names meant nothing. But numbers? Numbers were power.
With Number 6, I would be untouchable. A First Class Citizen. Just below the God-Family. My children would inherit it, and their children after them. It was the new legacy. The new elite.
As I suited up for the auction, I felt no fear. Only anticipation. For the empire was reshaped overnight, and I would not be left behind.
I was born a man.
But I will be remembered as a number.
A power.
A symbol.
Number Six.
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