The Beginning: New Delhi, India
Yug Bhati wasn't born into crime.
He was born into discipline.
The son of a decorated army colonel and a literature professor, Yug grew up between books and bullet casings. His father taught him tactics; his mother taught him philosophy. Together, they forged a mind that understood both chaos and meaning.
By seventeen, he was already a legend at the Indian Institute of Technology.
By twenty-two, he had two PhDs — one in Geopolitical Economics, the other in Petrochemical Engineering.
He could quote Sun Tzu as easily as he could dismantle an oil pipeline on paper.
Everyone expected him to join the Indian Intelligence Bureau or some government think tank.
But Yug Bhati didn't want to serve power.
He wanted to own it.
The First Betrayal
During his doctoral research, Yug uncovered a suppressed report — a secret trade between major Indian corporates and foreign energy conglomerates. Billions were being siphoned offshore under "research partnerships."
He brought it to his mentor. The next day, that mentor "fell" from a university balcony.
That was Yug's first lesson:
"Truth doesn't set you free. It gets you killed."
He vanished from the academic scene soon after — officially listed as having accepted a research position in Dubai.
Unofficially? He was gone.
The Making of a Phantom
In Dubai, Yug worked for an oil analytics firm that monitored energy exports across the Gulf.
But his real job was observing patterns — how governments disguised corruption through supply chains, how intelligence agencies hid black funds in crude shipments.
Within three years, he could predict oil market crashes days before they happened.
He quietly used that knowledge to short-sell, amassing millions.
By the time he turned twenty-eight, Yug Bhati had founded a private company — Aureon Energy Logistics, headquartered in Singapore.
To the world, it was a consultancy.
In truth, it was a data-driven espionage empire, feeding intel to both corporations and cartels.
He was no thug.
He was an economist with the instincts of a warlord.
The Syndicate's Shadow
The world didn't notice him — but they did.
The Emerald Vultures.
A clandestine network of twenty elite power brokers, each commanding a domain — narcotics, weapons, oil, intelligence, and politics.
Their symbol: a black bracelet with an evil eye, said to ward off betrayal.
Their creed:"The world belongs to those who watch it bleed."
When the Vultures invited Yug, he wasn't flattered.
He was intrigued.
The Deal of the Century
2022.
A geopolitical crisis rocked the Gulf — a silent tug-of-war over oil between Russian oligarchs and Middle Eastern monarchs.
Yug, acting as a "neutral consultant," orchestrated a covert data breach that exposed both sides' leverage points.
He then approached a cornered Emir — a desperate ruler sitting on a crumbling energy empire.
Yug offered him a lifeline: digital camouflage, shell corporations, rerouted trade networks, invisible ownership.
In return, the Emir granted him 10% ownership of his national oil refineries — on paper hidden under twenty companies, in practice controlled entirely by Yug Bhati.
Value? $214 billion.
His personal net worth? Somewhere north of $300 billion — a figure no government dared to publish.
And still, no one knew his face.
The Green Coat
When Yug was officially inducted into the Emerald Vultures, he was presented a deep green trench coat — a ceremonial color of their founders.
He altered his version: sleek, modern, and concealing a holster beneath the lining.
His sidearm was a Walther P99, customized with emerald inlays and Sanskrit etching:
"शक्ति ही सत्य है"
(Power is truth.)
He wore a black bracelet with the evil eye, identical to the other nineteen members — but his was reversed. The eye faced inward.
A silent statement: he watched himself before he watched others.
The Birth of a Silent Empire
From there, Yug didn't just expand — he reshaped the game.
He took control of military fuel contracts, cyber-oil intelligence, and refinery logistics, all under layers of shell corporations.
Soon, even Russian exports started running through his encrypted networks.
Governments suspected something.
Economists whispered his name.
But no one could prove he existed.
Within the Emerald Vultures, he was known as "The Scholar."
Among those who owed him money, he was "The Green Ghost."
And for the first time in recorded history —
the oil markets moved when he did.
End of Chapter 1: "The Scholar Who Sold the World"
"They built empires with blood," Yug once told an underling, adjusting his coat.
"I built mine with equations."