[The Omniverse - Leviathan Hedge Fund Boardroom]
The boardroom of the Leviathan Hedge Fund floated in a zero-gravity vacuum, surrounded by holographic screens tracking the GDP of a million multiverses.
Director Mammon sat at the head of a massive, starlight-glass table, flanked by a consortium of Eldritch Angel Investors—twelve-foot-tall biblically accurate angels wearing tailored pinstripe suits. They stared down at Victor Thorne.
"You have five minutes, Founder," Mammon said, checking a watch made of shifting chronos-sand. "Pitch us."
Victor stood at the presentation podium, his Tycoon's Aura perfectly contained. He nodded to Elara.
Elara, operating as the Growth Partner, activated the holographic projector.
"The Leviathan Hedge Fund trades exclusively in macroeconomic manipulation," Victor began, his voice cutting through the zero-gravity vacuum. "You short universes. You buy debt. But your revenue is entirely dependent on secondary markets. You don't manufacture a product."
Victor slashed his gold-nibbed pen across the Tycoon's Ledger. A projection of the Abyssal Academy's monetized dungeon traps appeared.
"I am launching Abyssal Dynamics," Victor announced smoothly. "A B2B enterprise supplying automated, prefabricated 'Hero-Extraction Dungeons' to distressed deities across the omniverse. We offer a plug-and-play Software as a Service (SaaS) infrastructure that legally strips legendary heroes of their assets without risking local sovereign wealth."
The Eldritch Angel Investors murmured amongst themselves, thousands of unblinking eyes scanning the data.
"We require an initial Series A funding round of one hundred billion Omni-Credits to scale production," Victor stated.
Mammon leaned forward, steepling his liquid-platinum fingers. "The business model is sound. Monetizing heroic tropes is highly lucrative. We will give you the one hundred billion Omni-Credits."
Ignis grinned, but Victor remained completely still. He knew the trap was coming.
"However," Mammon's eyes flashed with predatory greed. "Leviathan requires eighty percent equity in Abyssal Dynamics. We demand super-voting rights, three seats on the Board of Directors, and a liquidation preference that guarantees we are paid first if you go bankrupt. Take it, or we vaporize you and steal the idea."
The Eldritch Angels flared their auras, preparing to atomize Victor with holy light.
Victor Thorne didn't flinch. He didn't cast a protective barrier. He simply pulled a glowing, golden Term Sheet from his Ledger.
"Eighty percent equity constitutes a hostile takeover before the company has even launched," Victor said coldly. "And threats of vaporization are a breach of standard boardroom etiquette."
Victor slid the Term Sheet across the glass table.
"My counter-offer: You will provide the one hundred billion Omni-Credits. In exchange, you receive ten percent equity in the form of Non-Voting Preferred Shares," Victor adjusted his midnight-blue cuffs. "You will have zero operational control. No board seats. And if you attempt to steal my IP, the Non-Compete Clause embedded in this Term Sheet will automatically trigger a multiversal margin call on your entire Hedge Fund."
Mammon stared at the human. "You are an un-funded mortal in my boardroom, demanding I surrender voting rights?!"
"I am the Tycoon," Victor checked his Rolex. "And this is the only deal you are getting. Sign the Term Sheet, Mammon, or I'll walk across the street to your biggest competitor and let them fund my monopoly."