Building The Strongest Family-Chapter 100: The Birth Of Aegis-7

As the morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Osborn Media executive conference room, it cast dramatic shadows across the sleek thirty-foot black marble table.

At precisely 8:00 AM, Emily Osborn strode in, her navy-blue tailored suit immaculate and exuding confidence, a faint scent of winter roses trailing behind her.

The atmosphere shifted instantly; twelve senior executives rose from their seats in unison all of them are from Nebula Studio the subsidiary company under the group that makes movies.

"Good morning, President," they chorused, their voices a harmonious blend of respect and anticipation.

Taking her place at the head of the table, Emily set down her tablet with deliberate precision. "Sit," she commanded firmly.

The executives complied without hesitation. "Richard, report on the global box office data for the past seven days, break it down by continent."

Richard, Head of Global Distribution, stood tall. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed today, and his charcoal suit looked freshly pressed.

Clearing his throat as the giant screen flickered to life behind him, he began confidently.

"President, as of 7:00 AM this morning, Titanic has grossed an astounding 10 billion Unicreds worldwide in its first week."

A ripple of excitement swept through the room as Richard continued with steady authority:

Aurelia: $2.85 Billion

Zephyria: 1.92 Billion

Verdania: 1.75 Billion

Noctis: 1.2 Billion

Solara: 800 Million

Aquarion: 450 Million

Eryndor: 380 Million

Frostara: 350 Million

Ignis: 280 Million

Lunara: 150 Million

Crystalia: 120 Million

Umbra: 50 Million

Emily’s expression remained inscrutable as her fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, a sign that she was processing every detail.

Adjusting his glasses nervously, Richard pressed on. "President, demand in the Ice Plains has exceeded projections by 400%. Local reports indicate multiple sold-out screenings; some theaters have even added 3 AM showings to accommodate fans! Notably, the High Chieftain attended a premiere and was reportedly seen... weeping."

A stifled laugh echoed from somewhere along the table; even Emily allowed a faint smile to grace her lips at Richard’s remark.

Clearing his throat again with renewed determination, Richard continued, "Additionally, Harmonix subscriptions are up by an incredible 3000%. We’re adding server capacity hourly just to handle traffic ’My Heart Will Go On’ has been streamed over 4 billion times this past week alone!"

"Lena," Emily said smoothly while turning toward her Marketing Director. "What’s our social media impact?"

Lena Moreau stood up, her striking crimson dress a bold contrast against the room’s muted tones. "President, we’re tracking over 50 million mentions across all platforms! The hashtag #DoorTheory has ignited academic debates in three universities. Most impressively, our film has inspired 27 marriage proposals during its final scene in theaters!"

Emily blinked in astonishment, a hint of disbelief flickering in her eyes.

She shook her head slowly before glancing at Daniel, who was seated to her left. "Daniel, what about production issues?"

Daniel Khoa rose from his chair, his usual calm demeanor slightly frayed. "President, we’re facing unprecedented demand for physical prints. Theaters are reporting seat damage from... excessive tears. We’ve had to replace upholstery in 12 major locations!"

Leaning back thoughtfully, Emily steepled her fingers and asked, "What about our competitors?"

Richard flipped through his notes quickly. "Ravensworth Media moved up their winter release by two weeks. The Starfire Saga sequel lost 60% of its screens to us."

A satisfied silence enveloped the room as smiles spread across the faces of those present.

Osborn Media and Entertainment Group had only been established for a few months; apart from a handful of songs and the League of Legends game release, this was their third project, and it was thriving!

With their film Titanic, they had already made waves in the industry; while not record-breaking at the box office, it performed admirably for a new company.

Emily surveyed everyone’s expressions and smiled softly. "This isn’t luck," she said quietly but firmly. "This is the result of flawless execution. But we’re just getting started."

Standing tall, she commanded attention as the room followed suit. "I want expansion plans for secondary markets on my desk by noon! Richard, coordinate with our theater chains for extended runs! Lena, prepare a Phase Two marketing push! Daniel, work with merchandising on those replica necklaces; double production!"

The executives nodded energetically, already tapping notes into their tablets.

"Dismissed!"

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Inside a vast room adorned with metallic walls resembling a military command center, Arthur Osborn sat motionless in his command chair.

His fingers were steepled beneath his chin as he intently watched videos playing on holographic screens around him, scenes depicting chaotic wars where soldiers fought valiantly amidst rapid gunfire and roaring fighter jets overhead.

His thoughts drifted back five days...

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Seven Days Earlier

The late afternoon sun poured through the heavy curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the polished mahogany desk.

Arthur sat with his back to the window, his silhouette framed by the radiant light as he scrutinized the eight men standing before him.

This was no ordinary group; they were seven elite War God-level bodyguards he had procured from the system mall.

Each man exuded a quiet confidence, hardened by battles fought and won, wealth and power meant little to them.

At least that’s what is described by the system in the introduction.

At the center of this formidable assembly stood Gunnar, a broad-shouldered warrior marked by a scar that traced from his left temple down to his jawline.

His dark eyes glinted with intelligence and calculation as he awaited Arthur’s words.

Leaning forward, Arthur rested his elbows on the desk, breaking the tension in the air. "Gentlemen," he began, "as of today, you have an incredibly important assignment. From now on, you are the command structure of Aegis-7."

A ripple of exchanged glances flickered among the men; their eyes sparked with intrigue and curiosity.

Gunnar crossed his arms and regarded Arthur with a hint of confusion in those sharp eyes. "Aegis-7?"

"Yes," Arthur replied smoothly. "Aegis-7 is a private military company. Officially, you’ll provide high-risk security for corporate assets. Unofficially? You answer only to me, and you will become our Osborn Family’s most potent secret weapon."

He gestured toward a giant screen that suddenly illuminated in dazzling blue light, revealing profiles of one thousand men.

Gunnar and his comrades turned their attention to the screen, their expressions shifting to serious contemplation.

"These men form an army," Arthur continued confidently. "Each one is elite,each has reasons to disappear into our ranks without raising alarms. By tomorrow, they will assemble at Blackwater Valley, a military base I’ll provide coordinates for."

Dain, one of the men with a furrowed brow spoke up hesitantly: "Boss, a thousand men is essentially a battalion! Do you expect us to turn them into a cohesive unit in just days?"

Arthur’s smile was thin but resolute. "I expect you to do it in two."

He waved his hand again; images shifted on the screen to showcase vast landscapes, the Blackwater military facility complete with barracks and armories.

"You’ll have access to System’s tactical database," Arthur explained further. "Training simulations, mission protocols, encrypted communications included! The System will handle logistics, weapons, armor, transport, but it’s up to you all to shape these recruits into Aegis-7."

Gunnar studied both screen and strategy before looking back at Arthur with determination etched on his face. "And what about our first mission?"

Arthur paused for effect before responding thoughtfully:

"Varenya."