The silence in the room was deafening. Not a whisper, not a single movement.
The most powerful rulers of the world, the men and women who had shaped nations, orchestrated wars, and controlled economies, now stood in the presence of something greater.
MRD.
No one could sit. Not because they didn't want to.
But because they couldn't.
They were standing in front of a force they had never encountered before. Not just a leader. Not just a ruler.
But the architect of a new world.
MRD exhaled, his eyes sweeping across the room, locking onto each face as if measuring the weight of their souls. They were about to witness something that would change history itself.
"Sit."
His voice was calm, yet absolute.
But no one moved.
"I said, sit."
Yet their legs refused. Their hands trembled. Their breath hitched.
They had already surrendered—not out of fear, but out of realization.
The world was about to change forever.
"Now."
"I have laid out my plan."
"I have shown you the cost."
"The future is no longer a theory."
"It is reality."
"Now tell me…"
"Who stands beside me in this?"
A moment of hesitation.
Then—without warning—one hand shot up.
Then another.
Then another.
Within seconds, every single leader in the room had raised their hand.
Together, they spoke.
"We will always stand with you."
MRD's expression didn't change. He had already predicted this moment.
He nodded.
"Perfect."
For the first time in this meeting, another voice spoke.
Not a ruler. Not a politician.
But Baba.
"Son."
MRD froze.
For the first time since the meeting began, he turned—not to the leaders, not to the world's most powerful figures—but to his family.
And what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
Their eyes.
Not just wet with emotion. But glistening with something else.
Truth.
Understanding.
Pain.
Pride.
They had always known he was different. That he was powerful. That he was destined for more.
But now…
Now they understood who he truly was.
"We don't have words for what we've witnessed today."
"You have made us speechless, Mirshad."
"Since this meeting began, we have listened to every word."
"Every plan. Every sacrifice. Every truth."
"And now, we only have one question."
MRD met baba gaze, his chest tightening for the first time in years.
"Tell us, son…"
"What is your next plan?"
MRD's gaze shifted from brother's to the leaders.
Then, without breaking his focus, he spoke.
"This question…"
"I will not answer."
"Because the answer must come from all of you."
One of the world leaders leaned forward, intrigued.
"What do you want us to do?"
MRD smirked.
"Arrange a global press conference."
The room shifted. Eyes widened. Some tensed.
"I will reveal myself to the world."
"I will show them my identity."
"But I will wear my mask."
"Because before they can see my face, they must see my power."
One leader hesitated.
"MRD… you are making this official?"
MRD's golden eyes glowed.
"The world will not understand if we move in silence."
"They will only understand if we face them directly."
"And in that moment, we will know who stands with us."
"Who will accept this future."
"And who will try to resist it."
"And for those who resist…"
His next words carried the weight of an empire.
"I will erase them together. Not one by one."
"All of them."
"There will be no second chances."
"The underworld will cease to exist."
"Forever."
The silence that followed was no longer fear.
It was acceptance.
It was the realization that history was already written.
MRD had already won.
MRD stood.
"Each of you control a nation."
"There are 195 countries in this world."
"Each country has one president and one prime minister."
"Your mission is clear."
"Gather them all."
"Prepare the world."
"We will show them what the real future looks like."
A leader stepped forward.
"We will, MRD. Tell us when."
MRD smirked.
"I will call for the meeting when my work is finished."
He turned towards the exit. His brothers followed.
The rulers of the world—presidents, prime ministers, kings, and emperors—
All stood.
All saluted.
All bowed.
As MRD and his brothers left the hall, the world outside had already begun to change.
The next time they would meet…
The world would never be the same again.
The revolution has begun.