The room was still. Every pair of eyes in the hall remained locked onto the one man who had reshaped the world in ways they could not have predicted. The weight of what they had just witnessed lingered in the air, a presence almost as heavy as the man sitting before them.
Mirshad leaned forward slightly, his fingers resting against the table. He had spoken his vision before, but now, it was time to prove it.
"It is time."
His voice carried no hesitation, no uncertainty.
"I have shown you my vision. Now, I will show you the proof."
A silent command. A slight movement of his hand.
Sirius responded instantly, and the lights dimmed as a massive projector came to life in front of them.
The images that followed were not promises. They were reality.
The first image appeared—a vast stretch of land transformed into a thriving city. Not a city of greed, not a place built for the wealthy to thrive while the poor suffered. This was different.
Millions of homes. Built across every nation. Structures that stood strong under a single insignia—BOSS.
Then, the screen shifted. Schools.
Not just buildings, but institutions where children could receive the highest level of education without ever worrying about the burden of money. A world where knowledge was no longer a privilege, but a right.
Then hospitals.
Medical centers equipped with technology that once only existed in the richest parts of the world. No patient would be denied treatment because of wealth. No one would be left behind.
Then factories. Industries.
A new era of employment. A chance for every man, woman, and child to build a future without falling into the depths of crime, without being forced into desperation.
And then, the final image.
A digital transaction.
Fifteen thousand dollars.
Not as a theory. Not as a proposed policy.
But as an action already taken.
Every single person on earth will receive soon.
No more hunger. No more poverty. No more suffering.
The excuse of desperation was gone.
Everyone in the room sat frozen. They had heard of miracles, they had seen power shift hands before. But this… this was something different.
Mirshad let the silence grow, let them process what they were seeing.
"You always wanted a reason," he finally said. "You always wanted an excuse."
"That reason no longer exists."
He leaned back, eyes sharp.
"Now, they have everything they need."
"No more hunger."
"No more suffering."
"No more poverty."
"No more excuses."
His words were not a speech. They were a law.
The world was now locked into his system.
A perfect world. A world where no one could claim desperation as a reason for crime. A world where suffering could no longer be used as an excuse for corruption.
This was not just generosity.
It was a trap.
A trap that would leave no space for manipulation.
And those who still dared to step out of line—
Would have only themselves to blame.
The silence in the room stretched on. Then, slowly, one by one, they turned to him.
Not as MRD.
Not as a ruler.
But as something greater.
The one man who had reshaped history.
Baba finally spoke.
"You have given them everything, son."
"Now, what is left?"
MRD's golden eyes burned with the weight of the answer.
"One thing remains."
"The underworld."
A slow, knowing silence followed.
One by one, the everyone exchanged glances. They had seen him take down crime syndicates before, but this was something else.
This was the final hunt.
The endgame.
And MRD was ready.
He turned slightly, his voice sharp.
"Sirius."
"Connect the call."
The war was about to begin.