93: Chapter 93 The Birth of Dragon Coins! The Twilight of the Old Ones

"dragon coin? What is this? A new virtual currency? Is Lin Yun crazy! Does he think he can use a piece of ethereal code to fight against the financial empire we've run for three hundred years?"

Deep in the Alps of Switzerland, beneath an ancient castle that appeared unremarkable on the outside, lay an extremely luxurious secret meeting room filled with classical style.

An old man with silver hair, wearing a custom-made tuxedo and a monocle on the bridge of his nose, was holding a glass of priceless Romanee-Conti. He looked at the "news" on the holographic screen in front of him with a face full of contempt.

Beside him sat a dozen men and women whose auras were equally unfathomable. They were the current patriarchs of the Rothschild family, the behind-the-scenes controllers of the Morgan consortium, and the true "emperors" who controlled the world's oil, food, and military-industrial lifelines.

They were the rulers of the old era.

In their view, the military miracles Lin Yun had pulled off before were nothing more than a brute showing off his skills. True power was invisible. It was the power to set rules and control the flow.

And they were the rules themselves.

"Hehe, a young man is a young man after all. Does he think winning a few local wars can change the world? Too naive." A plump noblewoman wearing a massive diamond necklace elegantly flicked her cigarette ash with fingers painted in bright red rouge.

"That 'dragon coin' he issued doesn't even have a decent physical backing. How is it going to gain the market's trust? With the muscles of his super soldiers?"

"I've already ordered my subordinates to start shorting everything related to the Dragon Country on all fronts. In less than twelve hours, his 'dragon coin' will become a complete joke. And we will make a fortune in this world's largest 'short feast'." The silver-haired old man shook his wine glass confidently, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

The meeting room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

They had no doubt that this financial blitzkrieg, carefully planned by them, would completely destroy Lin Yun and the Dragon Country's attempt to establish a new order, returning the world to the "right track" they were familiar with.

However, their laughter lasted for less than five minutes.

Because Lin Yun's "White Paper on the New Economic Order of Earth Civilization" was published in full.

The content of this white paper was simple and crude to the extreme.

Article One: From the moment the white paper is released, all the energy generated by all Controlled Nuclear Fusion power stations worldwide (currently 128 completed and under construction) will no longer be settled in any fiat currency. The only unit of settlement is the "dragon coin."

Article Two: The total issuance of "dragon coin" is not linked to any precious metals or commodities. Its only anchor is the "Standard Energy Unit" that Earth civilization can produce daily. That is: 1 dragon coin = 1000 kilowatt-hours (kWh) of Controlled Nuclear Fusion electrical energy.

Article Three: To promote the "dragon coin," the Earth Civilization Community will issue a "Genesis Red Envelope" of 100 dragon coins for free to every citizen in the world (based on the biological ID registered in the "Nuwa" system). At the same time, all member states must complete the full integration of their national taxation, salary, and trade systems with the "dragon coin" within three months.

Article Four: Any organization or individual attempting to forge, attack, or sabotage the "dragon coin" system will be regarded as an "Enemy of Humanity" and will be struck at the highest level by the "Civilization Guardian Army."

When these four articles of the white paper were transmitted to the terminals of eight billion people worldwide in just one minute through the "Nuwa" system via holographic projection, brain-computer interfaces, dream implantation, and various other incredible methods...

The world boiled over.

"My god! 1 dragon coin equals 1000 units of electricity? Our family's monthly electricity bill won't even be 0.1 dragon coin? Is... is this real?"

"They're giving out money! They're really giving out money! My 'Nuwa' account just received 100 dragon coins! I can use a hundred thousand units of electricity for free?"

"Quick, go check the energy exchange! The exchange rate for dragon coin to old currencies is out! 1 dragon coin... can be exchanged for one million dollars! No! It's still rising! Ten million! Oh my God!"

The financial system of the old era couldn't even hold out for a second before this simple and crude white paper; it completely collapsed.

The reason was simple.

For ordinary people, gold cannot be eaten, and dollars cannot be drunk. But electricity is the blood of modern civilization.

When Lin Yun forcibly bound "electricity," the most basic and essential resource, to the "dragon coin" at a dumping price that was almost "given away for free," the credit of the dragon coin surpassed any currency in human history in an instant.

It no longer needed the endorsement of any government or institution.

Its credit came from human civilization's eternal demand for "energy"!

In the secret meeting room under the Alps, there was a deathly silence.

The glass of Romanee-Conti in the silver-haired old man's hand fell to the floor with a "clang," shattering into pieces.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the "dragon coin/US Dollar" exchange rate curve on the screen, which was pulling up vertically like a rocket. His lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

"Shorting... we... shorted... energy itself?"

"It's over... it's all over..."

"Our family... our hundreds of years of accumulation... in an instant... all evaporated..."

The noblewoman let out a hysterical scream. Her well-maintained face was now filled with madness and despair.

The financial models they were proud of and the complex algorithms they relied on for survival seemed so naive and laughable in the face of Lin Yun's "table-flipping" dimensional strike.

They didn't lose to a more clever financial method.

They lost to a brand new era.

"No! We haven't lost yet!" The silver-haired old man suddenly raised his head, and in those cloudy eyes, the last flicker of madness burned.

"We still have our final trump card! We still have secret bases all over the world, and the private armies we've raised in secret!"

"If we can't win the financial war, then we'll fight a real war!"

He slammed his hand down on a red button on the table.

"Activate the 'Ragnarok' project! I want the whole world to see the consequences of defying us!"

However, after the button was pressed, the expected alarms and troop movements did not happen.

The meeting room remained in a deathly silence.

"Wha... what's going on?" The old man pressed it a few more times in disbelief.

Just then, on the main screen of the meeting room, those financial data charts suddenly turned into Lin Yun's face.

Lin Yun had a playful smile on his face, as if he were watching the clumsy performance of a group of clowns.

"Everyone, are you having fun?"

"I forgot to tell you one thing."

Lin Yun snapped his fingers.

The screen split into ten thousand images, showing the secret bases all over the world that those financial oligarchs were so proud of.

But at this moment, above every base, a sub-ship of the "Luan Bird" hovered quietly. Its dark plasma main cannon was already aimed at the base entrance below.

And inside those bases, the "private armies" they regarded as their final trump card were currently being held at gunpoint by a group of "Civilization Guardian Army" soldiers (former Dragon Country super soldiers) who had descended from the sky. They were kneeling on the ground in unison, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"I'm sorry, but before you pressed that button, your so-called 'Ragnarok' project had already been cleaned out as spam by my AI."

Lin Yun's gaze swept across the faces on the screen, which had completely lost all color.

"By the way, let me tell you another piece of news."

"My chief lawyer, Lu Wanxing, has already filed a global public prosecution against you on more than one hundred and eighty charges, including 'Crimes Against Human Financial Security,' 'Financing Terrorist Activities,' and 'Crimes Against Civilizational Progress.'"

"The trial location is set right there in your castle."

"Now, you can choose to accept the trial with dignity."

"Or..."

Lin Yun's smile became incredibly cold.

"I'll send my 'Dragon Whale' unit down to help you be dignified."

"Oh, right, as a celebration for the successful issuance of the 'dragon coin,' I've decided to further reduce the price of global Controlled Nuclear Fusion energy by another ninety percent."

Lin Yun's voice spread calmly to every corner of the world through global broadcast.

"Let everyone have access to nearly free energy."

"This is the first gift I bring to all of humanity."

"As for the second gift..."

Lin Yun's gaze turned toward the medical center of "luan bird no. 1."

There, Katerina's due date was approaching.

"What will it be?"