The room was wrapped in an unshakable silence. Not a single movement. Not a single breath out of place. The most powerful rulers of the world sat frozen in their seats, their gazes locked onto one man.
MRD.
No mask. No suit. No need for armor. Just a man—yet the only man they feared.
The dim glow of the conference hall lights reflected off the polished table, but it was his presence that dominated the space. He leaned back in his chair, fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic tap against the surface, eyes cold yet burning with purpose.
They were not here to negotiate.
They were not here to decide.
They were here to listen.
"Until now, the world has only seen MRD."
His voice carried no effort, yet it crushed the air with its weight.
"A force of fear. A force of justice. A devil in the shadows."
A pause. A moment for them to process. He let his words settle, watched their expressions shift between unease and curiosity.
Then, his lips curved slightly.
"Now… they will see my other side."
"They will meet BOSS."
Whispers. Gasps. Silent stares of disbelief. Some rulers leaned into hushed discussions, their minds racing to grasp what had just been said. Others remained unmoving, waiting for the inevitable explanation.
Finally, one of the most seasoned among them, a man who had seen empires rise and fall, leaned forward. His tone was careful, measured.
"MRD… that's a bold move. But how does this stop the people from questioning you?"
"Is it even possible?"
MRD let the silence stretch before he responded. A single smirk. A flicker of amusement.
"Let me show you all how it will change everything."
Without breaking eye contact, MRD lifted his hand slightly.
"Sirius."
The response was immediate.
"Yes, brother?"
His voice remained even, steady. Not a hint of hesitation.
"Tell me, how much money is currently in my main account?"
Silence. Not a single leader spoke.
The answer arrived without delay.
"Currently, you have $236 trillion."
Time itself seemed to stop.
Every breath in the room was stolen. Some rulers gripped the edges of the table, their knuckles white. Others exchanged hurried, uneasy glances.
One whispered, "Unbelievable."
Another, after struggling to process the statement, finally murmured, "That's almost half of the world's entire wealth…"
MRD remained still. He did not react. Because he had expected this.
An older leader, one who had long since accepted MRD's control, exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples.
"MRD, we have already accepted that we exist in your world. We know of your wealth. We know of your power. But this still does not answer the people's questions."
MRD smiled.
"Sir, my wealth is only known to those in this room."
"The rest of the world has no idea who truly owns their economy."
"Until now."
A brief pause. A moment to let them understand what was coming next.
"I have never appeared on the global wealth rankings."
"I have never been on any billionaire lists."
"But that changes today."
"I will make BOSS appear."
One of the rulers inhaled sharply. The realization was setting in.
"So… the media is the real problem."
Another nodded in agreement.
"Even if the people wanted to stop protesting, the media keeps fueling them. They are the ones keeping the MRD topic alive."
"But if you release this wealth list under the name of BOSS…"
The connections clicked like pieces of a puzzle falling into place.
"The media will shift instantly!"
"Instead of pushing the MRD protests, they will chase after the identity of BOSS!"
"People will stop questioning MRD because they will be too busy obsessing over BOSS!"
A single nod.
"Exactly."
"The moment the financial world announces that an unknown man named BOSS owns nearly half of the world's wealth, the entire media landscape will change overnight."
The narrative will no longer be about fear. It will no longer be about justice.
It will be about fascination. Obsession. A new mystery to chase.
The people will stop searching for MRD… because they will now be chasing something else.
BOSS.
MRD did not wait for this moment.
MRD created it before it even began.
Just as the tension in the room began to ease, one of the leaders hesitated.
"Wait."
"This solves one problem… but creates another."
MRD raised an eyebrow. Amused.
"Go on."
The leader sat forward, his words measured, his mind racing.
"If you suddenly introduce BOSS to the world, people will start asking questions."
"A man who owns half the world's wealth, yet has never appeared before?"
"They will start investigating."
"And worse… they may even try to connect BOSS to MRD."
Another ruler added, "Both names are mysterious. Both hold immeasurable power. What happens when people begin to suspect they are one and the same?"
The atmosphere grew dense again.
If the world ever connected MRD and BOSS, the entire strategy could collapse.
MRD leaned forward, placing his hands together, his eyes flickering with something unreadable.
"I respect your concerns."
"That is a valid question."
Then, a smirk. Slow. Calculated. Dangerous.
"And now…"
I will show you how to solve that problem."
The next move will change the world. Forever.