American Medicine God: Starting by Inheriting a Pharmaceutical Company and Selling Medicine

2000-2010: The Encirclement of Numbers and Dopamine

In the first decade of the 21st century, Vought Pharmaceuticals completed a remarkable transformation from a "drug-selling company" to a "life management company."

That snowy night in Zurich became a watershed moment. Victor Corleone's "Bliss" (001) swept across the United States in just three years. Through lobbying, Vought Pharmaceuticals successfully included "mood disorder" in the national Medicare reimbursement list and defined "mild depression" as a modern disease as common as the common cold.

"You don't need to solve poverty, you don't need to solve unemployment, you don't even need to solve broken marriages." At a secret shareholders' meeting in 2004, Victor stood in front of a huge projection screen, pointing to the vertically rising sales curve. "You only need one pill to build a paradise on the ruins."

In the same year, Vought Pharmaceuticals secretly invested the enormous wealth it had amassed during the 1997 Asian financial crisis into the nascent Silicon Valley. The first participants in the trial of NZT-48 (a brain enhancer) were not laboratory mice, but a group of geeks attempting to change the world with code. In exchange, Victor received unimaginable amounts of initial public offering (IPO) shares and data interfaces from these tech giants.

By this time, Victor was no longer the company CEO who needed to negotiate personally; he was the master of the "revolving door." Former FDA commissioners, former senior advisors to the Healthcare Bureau, and even former governors all held seats on the board of directors of Vought Pharmaceuticals. He had built his own PBM (Pharmacy Benefit Management) empire, acting as both player and referee, extorting every competitor attempting to enter the US market.

However, Mud's shadow remained a persistent thorn in his side. This former FBI agent, after being framed and suspended, did not give up. He traveled to Africa, searching for irrefutable evidence of Victor Corleone's crimes against humanity in the slums of Kenya, amidst piles of bones from large-scale illegal human experiments.

2011-2025: The Shackles of Genetics and the Ultimate Class

As the second decade of the 21st century began, the exponential growth of technology fueled Victor's ambitions to the point of godlike heights.

"Compound 5" is no longer a secret. It has been streamlined and iterated, eventually evolving into a "genetic modification kit" targeting the elite. As long as you are wealthy enough, you can customize your children's IQ, physique, and even remove gene segments that represent "cowardice" or "compassion".

"The word 'humanity' is being torn apart." In a top-secret international video conference, David Rossi presented evidence to the few remaining honest judges: "Victor is creating two species: one is an immortal, intelligent, and strong 'god'; the other is 'labor force' that is numbed by 'bliss' and cheap painkillers and slowly rotting in the slums."

In 2018, the Vought International Group achieved substantial control over DNA data across the United States. Under the guise of "biological counterterrorism," the genetic information of every citizen was stored in Vought's data centers. Victor could, like playing a simulation game on a screen, determine the insurance rates for a specific group of genetically mutated individuals, or silently eliminate a disobedient group through the supply of some kind of "miracle drug."

Sofia, the girl who came from Sicily, left Victor in the spring of 2022. She didn't take a penny with her, only leaving a letter: "Victor, I love the man who smiled at me in the Sicilian orchard, not this 'god' who sits on the throne now, whose heartbeat is even controlled by a computer."

Victor stared at the letter, his face expressionless. He had taken too much NZT and gene enhancers; human emotions were nothing more than redundant fluctuations of neurotransmitters to him. He waved his hand lightly, and the letter crumbled into dust.

2026 - The Finale: Twilight of the Producer

In 2026, Mud stormed into Vought's headquarters in Washington, D.C., with the last of his evidence. He expected a bloody battle, but found the entire building eerily quiet.

In his holographic office on the top floor, Victor Corleone sat quietly, with real-time physiological data of billions of people around the world floating in front of him.

"You lost, Victor." Rossi slammed the hard drive on the table, panting. "This evidence is enough to send you to the gallows a hundred times over."

Victor turned his head, his eyes gleaming with an inhuman, eerie blue light.

"Loss?" Victor chuckled softly, his voice seeming to resonate directly in Rossi's mind. "Rossi, look at this world."

With a flick of his finger, a holographic image appeared showing the outside world.

On the streets, people wear AR glasses, their faces bearing almost divine smiles—the standard expression of someone who has been taking "Elysium" for a long time. They don't need to work, because automated factories produce everything; they don't need to think, because algorithms determine everything. They are blissful, yet also deathly silent.

"Do you think I rule by violence?" Victor stood up, his body possessing a perfect, marble-like quality. "No, I rule by 'mercy.' I gave them happiness, I gave them longevity, I gave them freedom from facing reality. And the price was merely their insignificant 'souls.'"

"Law? Government? In the face of biological hegemony, these are all Stone Age relics. I am now the law, I am God. Every thought of mine can rewrite the genetic code of humanity."

Rossi angrily drew her gun and pointed it at Victor's heart.

"Then I'll kill God."

A shot rang out.

But the bullet stopped an inch from Victor's body, then slid off like melted wax. Victor's body was no longer within the realm of carbon-based life; nanobots and biofields constituted every inch of his "flesh and blood."

Victor walked to the window and looked down at the world below.

"I have achieved the ultimate ideal of capital," he murmured. "I have become the 'final producer.' I produce life, I produce happiness, and I produce death. The world is a giant Water bottle, and I am the sole apothecary."

David Rossi collapsed to the ground. He realized that when a demon becomes powerful enough to define "goodness" and "happiness," justice loses all its foundation.

...

Some say that Victor Corleone eventually grew tired of the burdens of the physical body and uploaded his consciousness to Vought's global network, becoming a true "digital god."

Some say that in faraway Sicily, someone saw an old man with a withered face sit at Sofia's grave for a whole day before turning into a wisp of smoke.

But in any case, the world has been completely changed. Every time a newborn is born, the nurse smiles as she administers the first dose of the Walter vaccine, the blue liquid carrying the will of Victor Corleone and the sweetest curse of the age.

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Dear readers and friends:

As you may have noticed, there haven't been any updates for a long time. Previous chapters have been completely altered, and the content has been subject to numerous restrictions. Due to well-known censorship reasons, this book has crossed some insurmountable "red lines," resulting in the entire book being blocked and disconnected for an extended period.

The original concept for "The American Medicine God" was an epic 600-chapter saga. I wanted to write about every bloody footprint of capital in the pharmaceutical field, from the opioid crisis to genetic hegemony. But reality is more surreal and harsher than fiction.

If the book continues to be written in the usual way, it may never reach its proper ending, and may even disappear from everyone's bookshelf.

To avoid leaving this journey with a permanent cliffhanger, I chose this "fast-paced" approach to present the core conflicts and ultimate ending of the outline. Although rushed, it fully expresses my final thoughts on the character Victor Corleone: how a mortal who attempts to rule the world through capital and drugs is ultimately devoured by the monster he created, becoming a soulless god.

I'm sorry I couldn't accompany everyone through those long 600 chapters.

Thank you to every reader who has supported Victor, and thank you for every discussion and donation in the comments section. Victor's story comes to an end here, but my love for words will never cease.

The new book was published, but the data from the verification period was completely unusable. I clearly put a lot of effort into it, but nobody read it, so there was nothing I could do but cut it off.

May everyone have true happiness in real life that is not controlled by drugs.

The journey of life is long, see you again.