Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2540 - 2378: Smart People

At first.

They believed Portugal would steady the chaos.

Unexpectedly.

It's falling flat, and the turmoil is worsening, surging uncontrollably forward without pause. They're utterly speechless now.

Silent for ages.

Honestly.

What's happening to this world? Why does everything keep slipping away? It's like all their leadership skills have evaporated. Every move they make backfires.

Infuriating!

Doomed!

If this drags on, disaster looms ahead!

...

Problems.

Must be tackled eventually.

"What now? We can't stand by idly."

"Instigators."

"Foolish."

"Lacking vision, these folks are why the Euro's in such a mess."

"..."

"Maybe, like Portugal, pretend to exit. It wouldn't change much anyway," one vented before proposing with a raised hand.

"..."

Hearts brimmed with gripes.

Damn it!

What nonsense suggestion is that? Repeat it, and who knows the next victim. Public trust is shattered.

These folks.

Fearless in stirring trouble.

Clueless at succeeding.

Masters at ruining things.

"Impossible. Italy differs from Portugal. Exiting would devastate the Euro; we absolutely reject such a reckless idea."

"Exactly."

"Agreed."

"Italy must stay, even if pretending."

"..."

In the end.

Agreement formed, no concessions.

Else.

One misstep after another, digging unfillable holes. Where would the Eurozone end up? Founding eleven members, lose three.

Eight left.

Even faked, consequences would be dire, with media already calling for the Euro's historical exit.

This critical juncture.

No room for more unrest.

Moreover.

Some doubt if the Euro can ever unite Europe's strength. Why else the endless expansion flops?

Started with eleven.

Ten years passed.

No growth, one gone instead. Bad luck, or inherent deadly flaws? History marches on relentlessly.

Today.

Euro's domain stalls and retreats sharply.

...

That day.

Eurozone leaders gave key addresses, dissecting the crisis, urging all Europeans to stay calm.

Emotions mustn't.

Unleash disorder in the EU.

With sincerity.

And warmth.

Handle partners patiently, not discarding them over small matters. Such earnest words ought to work somewhat.

Yet.

No effect.

This year brought endless such rhetoric. If speeches sufficed, Greece and Portugal wouldn't have erupted.

Thus.

Stubbornness persists.

...

All of a sudden.

Awkwardness struck many.

Damn.

Why so unyielding? Do they really crave ruin? France and Germany's leaders nearly wanted to abandon it all.

Too grueling.

Inside.

Outside.

Last year was pure chaos, draining them completely. Normally, ignore minor opinions; decide freely.

But.

Neglect it.

First.

Public backlash hits.

Second.

Nations report truthfully, exposing Eurozone fractures and collapse risks to the world.

Third.

Investors get dire signals.

Hence.

Protests won't doom the Eurozone, but long-term, reality will punish harshly. No death, but deep pain.

Reputation.

Trust.

Both crushed badly. Dilemma grips them now. Seeking European consortium aid? Useless it seems.

Now.

European consortiums.

Lack unity.

Eurozone and non-Eurozone groups clash on the Euro, some opting to observe.

In essence.

Chaos reigns, complexity everywhere.

...

Right then.

Key European consortiums sensed strangeness. Eurozone spirals totally beyond control. Fresh issues pop up nonstop.

Still.

No oddities detected.

After all.

With countless players, hidden agitators in deep waters would be spotted. This is their turf.

Full assurance.

Finally.

Blame it on mishaps. As for aiding? Most uninterested. Not drowning them is mercy; aid? Dream on.

Not every consortium operates within the Eurozone; the European Union encompasses twenty-seven nations, while the Eurozone includes merely ten.

Attitudes toward it.

Views differ widely.

Quite the opposite.

A thrill of watching the drama unfold prevails, making the scene buzzing with excitement.

…

This world never runs short of sharp minds.

Germany.

The capital city.

In a prime spot stands a twelve-story edifice, its exterior bearing the sign ’Thyssen Economic Research Center,’ hinting at its ties to the mighty Thyssen Financial Group.

One of Germany’s biggest conglomerates.

Nearly all major consortiums maintain their own think tanks, ranging from dozens to hundreds of in-house experts, with even more outsiders, all specialists in their fields.

The uppermost floor.

Head Eber gazes at the wall plastered with countless sticky notes connected by intricate lines.

"Something feels wrong."

"But I can’t pinpoint the issue."

"How peculiar."

"…"

His focus lies in economics, delivering sharp analyses for the consortium. Lately, he’s been probing the path that led the Eurozone to its current state.

Nothing unusual turned up.

All appears in order.

However.

A nagging intuition tells him something’s amiss, though no trace of irregularity emerges. Each happening traces back to clear roots. Every shift follows logical progression.

Naturally.

This stems from looking back, since events have already unfolded. An economist explains realities, without challenging what’s set.

"Alright."

"Let’s shift away from mere facts for a moment—suppose a hidden hand is orchestrating everything toward a deliberate aim."

"In that case."

"…"

Eber shivered abruptly, his stare locking onto the tangled web of notes and lines on the wall, as though the data sprang to life, dancing vividly in his thoughts.

They wove into chain after chain of ’coherent’ logic.

This chain of logic.

Doesn’t arise from retrospect.

Rather, it’s steered by intent right from the start, dictating every move. Suddenly, a sequence of incidents linked up seamlessly.

His gaze intensified with growing clarity.

At last.

"Hiss!"

Eber drew in a sharp gasp.

Next.

He slumped heavily into his seat.

"Unbelievable."

"This defies all possibility."

"In this world."

"No power could pull off something like this—so many lawmakers, countless levels across nations, even U.S. consortiums, all to propel the rise of the Asia Dollar?"

"This."

"It can’t be."

Disbelief gripped him.

Chaos swirled in his mind, for no foundation backed this reasoning; the entire deduction rested solely on that initial hypothesis of purpose.