Chapter 303: The Norm

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: The Norm

Jake picked up his phone and called Silas. It didn’t ring beyong two ring before Silas answered.

"Mr. Rivers," Silas Thorne’s voice came through, steady and sharp, though carrying a faint undercurrent of eager anticipation. "How may I be of help today?"

Jake leaned back in his leather executive chair, his dark eyes fixed on the panoramic view of Veyra’s skyline. "Have the team on standby, Silas. Work with a balance of twenty billion marks. I’ll be sending over a high-priority gold signal soon."

On the other end of the line, Silas felt his heart give a sharp, thrilled bound. Being Jake Rivers’ primary banking assistant had long ceased to be a standard job description; over the past year, it had transformed him into an apex financial fixture. His status and reputation had soared far beyond anything he could have ever dreamed of in his youth. Even senior bank executives and institutional CEOs treated him with absolute, deferential respect whenever his name was mentioned in a corporate syndicate.

"Understood, Mr. Rivers!" Silas replied, his voice ringing with absolute readiness. "I’ll have the senior executioners and the risk management unit stationed at their terminals immediately. We’ll have everything ready the exact second your packet drops."

"Good," Jake murmured before ending the call.

Jake opened his laptop, pulling up his primary trading dashboard to monitor the global spot market charts. His eyes locked onto the raw, flickering numbers of the spot gold market: XAUUSD — 2,342.10.

’My current liquid isn’t enough,’ Jake thought, his gaze hardening as he ran the preliminary figures for his island master plan through his head. ’If I’m going to turn the larger Twin Island into a self-sustaining luxury resort complete with its own private entertainment district, commercial ecosystem, and state-of-the-art power grid, fifty billion is just the bare minimum. To execute it without compromise, I need at least a hundred billion marks.’

Deep behind his left eye, a sharp, familiar spark ignited.

The subtle, dull pressure behind his temple expanded into a cold, clinical clarity. Jake didn’t flinch. He leaned forward slightly, his pupils dilating as the physical world seemed to slow its pace around him. ’Still amazes me every single time.’

The standard digital candlestick chart on the screen began to warp. Stripping away the chaotic noise of retail stop-losses and institutional algorithms, the air just an inch off the glass display began to shimmer. Brilliant, glowing golden lines materialized, slicing through the empty space.

The vision was crystal clear, tracking the absolute path of the global gold market with microscopic precision. The pressure in his skull told him exactly what he needed to know: he had precisely one hour before the heightened awareness receded into white noise.

Jake watched the main trend line stretch out across the time axis. It didn’t move in a straight path; it dipped sharply into an aggressive liquidity sweep, consolidated briefly in a tight compression range, and then snapped violently upward into a massive bull trend.

His fingers moved across the encrypted keyboard with mechanical speed. He didn’t hesitate. He mapped out the exact coordinates where the market would trap the over-leveraged short-sellers, the precise pip depth of the stop-hunt, and the structural ceiling where the daily volume would exhaust itself.

He split the data into three distinct, chronological trade slips, encoding them directly into the desk’s high-priority execution matrix.

* Slip 1: A deep, aggressive short position targeting a massive liquidity drop of 67 pips.

* Slip 2: A lightning-fast counter-trend reversal buy at the absolute institutional floor, capturing a sharp 41-pip bounce.

* Slip 3: A heavy trend-continuation buy order, riding the primary daily momentum upward for another 55 pips toward the new daily high.

With a single keystroke, Jake routed the high-priority encrypted data packet straight to Sterling International Bank.

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In the reserved high-frequency trading suite at Sterling International Bank, the room had been dead quiet until a sharp, high-pitched chime suddenly echoed from Silas Thorne’s central console.

The moment the alert pinged, the entire trading floor erupted. Chairs screeched against the floor as junior analysts and veteran executioners bolted upright.

"Data packet received!" the lead analyst roared, lunging toward his keyboard with a massive grin plastered across his face. "It’s Rivers! He’s back on the desk, boys! The slips are loading right now!"

A loud wave of cheers and laughter ricocheted through the rows of terminals. It had been weeks since the King touched the commodities market, and every single trader on the floor leaned forward, their faces instantly illuminated by the green and red glow of the screens with a fierce, competitive hunger.

"Pull them up on the central wall display right now!" Silas shouted, his own voice cracking with excitement as he shoved his way past the risk desk. "Let’s see what he’s got cooked up for us today!"

The three distinct order blocks populated the massive wall board in stark white text against the dark interface.

The head risk officer stared at the coordinates, letting out a sharp whistle. "Look at this structure... three back-to-back phases in the next fifty minutes, just like last time. He’s mapping the entire midday cycle down to the second."

"Alright, load the capital allocation!" Silas barked, clapping his hands together. "What’s his current available balance sitting at?"

"The client’s liquid balance is locked at exactly 20,000,000,000 marks," the analyst shouted back, his fingers flying across his terminal. "We’re running the tier-one prime brokerage multiplier at 1:100 leverage. Total available buying power: two trillion marks!"

"Silas, Slip 1 calls for maximum leverage deployment on the initial short entry!" the risk officer called out, grinning wildly. "That’s a 1,200,000 standard lot block! The pip value is 120,000,000 marks per point!"

"We don’t question the Gold King," Silas grinned, his eyes locked on the ticking spot price. "We execute. Stage the first tranche right now!"

"Price hitting the entry threshold! Spot gold at 2,343.80... 2,344.10... 2,344.50..."

"Stage 600,000 lots short!" Silas commanded.

"Entry line touched!"

Click.

"Tranche one filled!" the executioner shouted over the room’s noise. "Average entry 2,344.50!"

The market juddered instantly. A sudden burst of buying volume from an overseas commercial fund pushed the price against them, ticking up to 2,344.90. The floating balance display on the main wall instantly flashed a deep red: -48,000,000 Marks.

The junior analysts held their breath, but Silas just crossed his arms with a confident smirk. "Relax. Wait for the sweep."

The ticker flickered, spiked to 2,345.10, and immediately slammed into a massive wall of hidden institutional sell orders. The price snapped back down to 2,344.50.

Click.

"Tranche two filled! All 1,200,000 lots are live! Average short entry locked at 2,344.50! Take-profit target is 2,337.80! Stop-loss at 2,349.00!"

The moment the full position went live, the market broke. A massive wave of sell volume smashed into the global matching engines, wiping out the buyers’ blocks and replacing them with a violent, accelerating cascade of red.

The candlesticks on the chart stretched downward, forming thick, solid red bars that sliced through every support zone in sight.

"Price crossing 2,341.00!" the analyst yelled. "Floating profit: +420,000,000 marks!"

"2,339.50! Momentum is flying! It’s a total liquidity flush!"

The risk officer watched the numbers roll over in disbelief. "He caught the exact top of the sweep again."

"Approaching target!" the executioner warned. "2,338.00... 2,337.85..."

"Hold the line!" Silas called out.

"2,337.80... TAGGED!"

Click.

"Position closed! 1,200,000 lots flat!" the executioner yelled, throwing his fist in the air as a massive cheer went up across the floor. "Clean exit at 2,337.80! We secured the full 67 pips!"

"Gross profit on Slip 1?" Silas demanded.

"Gross profit: +8,040,000,000 marks!" the risk officer reported, his voice shaking with adrenaline. "New liquid balance: 28,040,000,000 marks!"

"Don’t slow down!" Silas snapped, pointing at the screen. "Slip 2! Reversal entry right at the floor! We’ve got less than sixty seconds!"

The traders scrambled furiously across their keypads.

Jake’s second slip was a direct counter-trend order: Buy 2,000,000 standard lots at 2,337.50.

"Price lagging at 2,337.90... wait, final dip coming—"

The spot price dropped sharply, touching 2,337.50 for a single, breathless fraction of a second.

Click.

"Full lot allocation filled at 2,337.50 long!" the executioner yelled. "Pip value is 200,000,000 marks per point! Target exit 2,341.60!"

The red candle on the chart left a tiny wick at the bottom and instantly flipped bright green.

"It’s bouncing!" the junior analyst roared. "Price at 2,339.00... 2,340.50..."

"2,341.50!" the executioner shouted. "2,341.60... TRADED!"

Click.

"All positions flat! Slip 2 closed out clean at 2,341.60! 41 pips captured!"

"Gross profit on Slip 2: +8,200,000,000 marks!" the risk officer shouted, slamming his hand on the desk. "Total balance sitting at 36,240,000,000 marks!"

The room was absolute electricity now. Two trades, two flawless executions.

"Set up for Slip 3," Silas whispered, grinning like a madman. "The continuation script. Let’s close this out."

The third slip called for a trend-continuation buy order: Buy 2,500,000 standard lots at 2,342.00, targeting a 55-pip climb to 2,347.50.

"Spot gold at 2,341.80... 2,341.95... 2,342.00! FILLED!"

Click.

The green candles formed steadily, step by step, as institutional money piled into the market.

"Floating profit crossing one billion marks," the risk officer laughed, shaking his head. "It’s just an endless climb."

"Approaching daily high! Price at 2,347.20... 2,347.45..."

"2,347.50... TARGET EXECUTED!"

Click.

"Clear the screens! Flatten the book!" Silas roared.

The central wall display flashed bright green as the final block of 2,500,000 standard lots was absorbed at the top.

"All accounts flat! Total execution complete!" the lead executioner yelled, spinning his chair around with a triumphant shout.

The final session summary lit up the floor:

[TOTAL SESSION LOG - ALL SLIPS CLOSED

Asset: XAUUSD (Gold)

Slip 1: Short Entry 2,344.50 | Exit 2,337.80 (+67 Pips)

Slip 2: Long Entry 2,337.50 | Exit 2,341.60 (+41 Pips)

Slip 3: Long Entry 2,342.00 | Exit 2,347.50 (+55 Pips)

Total Distance Captured: 163 Pips

Total Combined Volume: 5,700,000 Standard Lots

Total Gross Profit: +31,950,000,000 Marks

Final Account Balance: 51,950,000,000 Marks]

The trading room erupted into loud cheers and applause. Fifty-one point nine five billion marks.

Silas picked up the secure desk phone with a wide grin, dialing the private internal line.

Inside his office, the cold pressure behind Jake’s left eye faded away, leaving a mild, familiar fatigue. The glowing golden lines on his screen vanished back into standard digital candlesticks.

The desk phone buzzed once. Jake picked up the receiver. "Speak."

"Mr. Rivers," Silas said, barely containing his excitement. "The final continuation script cleared the matching engine perfectly. Your final liquid account balance with Sterling International Bank is officially sitting at 51,950,000,000 marks."

Jake looked down at his private banking dashboard, watching the digits settle at over fifty-one billion. A cold, satisfied smirk touched his lips.

"Good work, Silas," Jake said smoothly. "Tell the team they earned their bonuses today."

"Will do, sir! The desk is buzzing—having you back on the charts was a masterclass," Silas replied eagerly.

"That’s it for today, Silas," Jake instructed before ending the call with a light click.

Jake leaned back in his leather chair, a calm, razor-sharp smirk spreading across his face. ’Let’s give those old men one last hit before I dish out signals again.’

He picked up his smartphone, opened his personal LOOP profile, compiled the verified execution logs of his massive gold trade along with the transaction hashes, and hit publish for the world to see.

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