Sun
Shining mercilessly through the wide windows of the golden suite.
Luna opened her eyes with an animalistic moan.
His head was throbbing.
The mouth appeared to have been used as a nest for mites.
And the whole world spun to an electronic beat that she didn't remember asking for.
She sat up in bed… slowly… like a victim of a natural disaster.
"Ivy…" The voice was weaker than a politician's promise.
The assistant floated into view as a hologram of a woman in a white blazer and a corporate smile that, at that moment, seemed a bit too sarcastic. "Good morning, Miss Luna. Would you like water, antacids, an oxygen mask, or for me to pretend last night never happened?"
Luna groaned, throwing herself back against the pillows. "Kill me first."
"It's not in protocol," Ivy replied with cruel efficiency.
"...what happened yesterday?"
Ivy beamed. Literally. "You had a memorable night. And for your safety and entertainment, I've compiled a video summary of the most... instructive moments."
Luna widened one eye. "Did you highlight my social embarrassment?"
"With a dramatic soundtrack and smooth cuts, yes."
Before Luna could run away or throw herself off the balcony, the AI hologram blinked and began displaying:
"Night with the Queen of Chaos" – Ivy™ Compact Edition
[00:02]
Luna, smiling dangerously at the bartender. "Give me the strongest one you've got. And add glitter if you have it."
[00:14]
She pushed a glass into Victoria's hands. "Drink. This is liquid diplomacy."
[00:31]
The four of them dancing together in a circle, laughing, screaming, and flapping their hair as if they had summoned the spirit of a cosmic rave.
[00:47]
Matthew, the prince, appeared on the dance floor. Luna tugged at his collar with a laugh. "I found my favorite toy!"
[01:05]
Luna trying to teach Matthew how to dance next to her in the middle of electronic music.
Matthew, clearly desperate, trying to maintain ten centimeters of social distance and royal honor.
[01:17]
Luna on his lap in the lounge, pointing at Amara and saying in a honeyed voice:
"This guy is MINE. I've already tested it. Perfect for using as a diplomatic pillow."
[01:49]
Matthew looking at the security camera as if asking for help.
Luna hugging him.
Then trying to kiss his cheek.
He dodges. She hits him in the chin.
[02:11]
Luna giggles like a drunken witch while Matthew holds a glass and mutters, "That wasn't in the manual."
The video paused.
Luna stared at the ceiling, pale. "I. Hate myself."
Ivy inclined her head gently. "On the social ladder, you've alternated between charismatic star and emotional hurricane. Matthew Solarius had a run-in with his alcoholic self… and survived."
Luna pulled the pillow and buried her entire face in it.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"
"Oh, and there's more." Ivy changed her tone, as if pointing to newspaper headlines. "The video was captured only by the club's private cameras. But since Lancaster, Hoshinami, and Edelweiss were with you… it's already circulating discreetly among elite circles. Your name is on five closed-door groups of global investors and two aristocratic gossip magazines."
Luna lifted her face from the pillow, messy and horrified. "I BECAME AN INTERNATIONAL MEME???"
"Not yet," Ivy replied matter-of-factly. "But you've become… a topic. And the most searched term on the Royal Phoenix Forum in the last six hours is:
"Who is the woman on the prince's lap?"
Silence.
Cough.
Muffled scream.
Luna crawled to the end of the bed and stared at the wall. "He's going to hate me…"
"Actually," Ivy said with a subtle smile, "according to the emotional registers captured by my analysis, he's 43 percent frustrated, 21 percent confused, 18 percent embarrassed… and 18 percent delighted."
Luna's eyes widened. "What?!"
"Congratulations," Ivy said. "You've cracked a prince's emotional system. And you're still wearing heels."
Luna threw herself back onto the bed. "I need a new identity. A new face. A new planet."
"Or…" Ivy said, as the Tycoon System emitted a soft notification sound, "you can use this to your advantage."
Moments after a crisis, the warm water fell on Luna's skin like an indulgent whisper.
She sank shoulder-deep into the tub carved from black marble with gold veins, as the scent of lavender, chamomile, and essential oils filled the air.
"Ugh…" She moaned, sinking even deeper. "Shame doesn't wash away even with golden foam."
"Still, you're on your way to being on the cover of a magazine," Ivy commented, projecting herself holographically onto a nearby pedestal.
"Magazine cover or target of intercontinental diplomatic memes?"
Luna murmured, raising a glass of detox juice with a funereal air.
"Both. But we can direct the focus."
After her bath, Luna wore a half-open white silk shirt with a flowing collar, navy blue palazzo pants, and low velvet heels with silver detailing.
Her hair, still damp, was loose and slightly wavy, as if she had just stepped out of a million-dollar perfume campaign "by accident."
He went down to a dining room with a large balcony overlooking the interior gardens and the central fountain with statues of dancing nymphs.
The lunch table was, of course, an exaggeration.
Artisanal rustic breads.
Smoked salmon rolls with Icelandic herbs.
Salad leaves picked at sunrise.
And a tea that was only served to royalty in the Himalayas.
Luna stared at everything and said, "I just wanted an omelet. But okay."
She began to eat, slowly, trying to forget that she had danced like a lunatic on a prince's lap and that the world now wanted to know who she was.
That's when Ivy floated in front of him, her tone more serious. "We need to take control of your narrative before they do it for you."
Luna chewed and grumbled. "If anyone asks, just say I'm a cosmic being sent to reeducate naughty princes with dances."
Ivy ignored them. "The rumors are spreading. You've quietly appeared on the list of new billionaires, linked to accounts from the Malroth empire. The documents we forged to protect your identity are working, but it's time to... give a controlled version of the truth."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "What kind of truth…?"
Ivy blinked. A new hologram appeared.
"Interview Proposal — Imperial News Blog: Nobles & Births"
"An interview for the most respected blog on modern aristocracy. Light, discreet, elegant. We give them exclusive access to their official story… carefully assembled, of course."
Luna crossed her arms, suspicious. "And what's this official story again?"
Ivy slid the dice in the air:
Name: Officer Malroth
Only daughter of Augustus Malroth, a military and mining magnate who ran secret operations on private islands in the Valensar archipelago.
Augustus passed away quietly a year ago.
As a security measure against industrial espionage and economic attacks, Luna was raised in absolute secrecy until she came of age and inherited the entire empire.
Luna blinked. "Valensar… does that exist?"
"Now yes. The Tycoon System bought an island and renamed it."
"Are you kidding?"
"Never. We also created employee profiles, backdated invoices, and fake investigations that explain the secrecy of your childhood. You're the myth no one saw growing up."
Luna leaned back in her chair, looking out at the garden.
The silence was long… until she said, "Okay. Let's do this. But…"
She turned her gaze back to Ivy, smiling mischievously. "I want my father to have a mysterious past. Ex-military. Suspected of working on secret projects involving artificial intelligence and arcane artifacts."
Ivy registered the suggestion as if it were completely plausible. "I can chalk it up to hallway gossip in an old classified military report."
"And… I want him to have left me a letter. Like a symbolic testament. With phrases like: 'The world is cruel, but my daughter will be the exception.' You know?"
"I'm already writing. I can include a hologram of him saying this with a fatherly voice filter."
Luna picked up her teacup. She toasted herself. "I love this system."
Minutes later, Ivy projected the imperial blog's under construction headline.
> Luna Malroth: The Heir of Silence
The young billionaire who enchanted nobles in a secret luxury lounge now reveals her story for the first time.
Born away from the spotlight for security reasons, raised by guardians on one of the most secretive islands on the planet, Luna inherited the fortune of Augustus Malroth — the eccentric and reclusive genius of military engineering and mining.
At just 23 years old, she now emerges as the new jewel among the names that will shape the future.
"I never wanted to be famous," she says. "I just want to live well, drink nice things, and maybe... teach princes to dance."
Luna laughed. "Perfect. Publish it. You can send flowers to the journalist who writes this."
Ivy smiled. "You're the one who's going to say that, miss. The interview is tomorrow. Live."
Luna froze. "...Alive?...I want to die."
"Or become an icon. Your choice."
The next day...
The camera floated gently through the glass and crystal hall on the top floor of the capital's tallest building. The sunset tinged the sky golden, as if even the weather wanted to be aesthetic in that moment.
In the center, seated on a modern pearl-gray velvet throne, was Luna.
She wore a white tailored suit with asymmetrical cuts and discreet amethyst jewelry. Her blonde hair was styled in perfect waves.
In front of him, Meliora, a legendary journalist and partner at the Nobres & Nascimentos Blog, smiled with the enthusiasm of someone who had just found a billionaire unicorn.
"Miss Malroth, first of all: thank you for having us. The whole world wants to know... who is Luna Malroth?"
Luna took a deep breath, kept her tone gentle, and replied, "Just a woman who inherited the impossible... and now wants to do the improbable."
The interview continued with questions about her reclusive childhood on the private islands of Valensar, her absence from the media, her discreet connections with the Lancaster, Edelweiss and Hoshinami groups (presented as social coincidences)... and of course, her explosive appearance with the Phoenix prince.
Luna, always elegant, smiled wryly. "He tripped over me. Literally. The rest was diplomatic dancing."
The blog's audience broke records.
The name "Luna Malroth" exploded in searches.
And then, near the end, Meliora asked the final question. "With so much power, influence, and fortune... what do you intend to do now?"
The hall fell silent.
Even the filming drones hovered more slowly.
Luna stared into the camera, her silver-gray eyes steady, her voice unshaken.
"My father, Augustus Malroth, taught me that power without compassion is a purposeless bomb. On his deathbed, he left me a request..."
She paused.
He swallowed hard—part acting, part real emotion.
"May I use my fortune to ease the pain of those the world has forgotten.
So today, I announce live the creation of the Malroth Global Foundation."
Meliora's eyes widened.
"Foundation...? For what purpose?"
Luna straightened up.
"Education, housing, food, healthcare. For orphans, the forgotten, refugees, and the invisible. Wherever there is a void… my foundation will fill it."
The journalist stammered, genuinely touched. "That's… admirable."
"It's not about me," Luna said softly. "It's about the world my father left me. And the world I want to leave."
[TYCOON SYSTEM – NOTIFICATION]
✨ Congratulations, User Luna Malroth.
Your decision activates the following Reward:
1. 100x Financial Return
For each proven expenditure by the Malroth Foundation on real philanthropy, the system will multiply the amount by 100x and deposit it into the "Philanthropic Gold" account.
Reward is only valid for use for social purposes and expansion of the foundation.
Attempts at personal use or fraud will result in automatic blocking and penalties.
Automatic audit via System.
2. Release of 100 AI Robot-People (PMUs)
Philanthropic Management Units, advanced humanoid models with:
Real-time Global Logistics
Detection of corruption and sabotage
Diagnosis of invisible critical areas
Diplomacy and intercultural communication (fluency in 200+ languages)
100% programmed loyalty to the Mission and User Luna Malroth
NOTE: Requires annual maintenance with nanotechnology parts (1% of profits).
Inviolable Ethical Rules:
They cannot act violently.
They cannot be used for corporate or political espionage.
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Luna read the panel out of the corner of her eye as the interview concluded.
Meliora smiled, ecstatic. "With that, Miss Malroth, I can say: you are not just a mysterious billionaire.
You are… the kind of story that becomes legend."
Luna just smiled.
And within it, the Tycoon System beat like a proud digital heart.