The world had gone still.
Not a breath.
Not a whisper.
Not even the desert wind dared to disturb the silence.
MRD stood at the mic, his voice still echoing in the minds of billions who watched.
No longer was this a speech.
It had become a mirror. A reflection of everything people refused to see.
He took a moment, his eyes scanning the sea of faces before him—leaders, soldiers, civilians, children. Then, he looked toward the sky, not searching for answers, but allowing his heart to speak again.
"The enemy is not outside," MRD said, his voice firm yet calm. "It's not some alien force… or another country waiting to attack."
He paused.
"The real enemy is inside us."
His words landed like heavy stones dropped into a silent lake.
"That enemy is fear. Fear of speaking up. Fear of doing what's right. Fear of stepping forward when we know something is wrong. That same fear kept me silent once. But when I finally understood that nothing would ever change until I erased my own fear, that's when my journey truly began."
He took a breath.
"I know what you're thinking… 'He can say this because he has power. Because he has money.' But you're wrong. I'm not standing here because of wealth or strength. I'm here because I made a choice. I could've walked away from all of this. I could've lived a life of peace, surrounded by comfort. But I chose not to."
"I chose you."
A hush swept through the crowd.
"Because this is not about me. This is about the future. About every child that hasn't been born yet. About giving them a world that's better than the one we inherited."
MRD turned to Sirius. "Show them."
And with a single command, the truth filled every screen across the globe.
Extreme Poverty:
712 million people living on less than $2.15 per day.
Multidimensional Poverty:
1 billion children without food, water, shelter, education, or healthcare.
Homelessness:
150 million people without homes.
1.6 billion without adequate shelter.
Working Poverty:
3.5 billion people earning less than $6.85 per day.
Medical Injustice:
Nearly 8 million people die every year due to lack of access to high-quality healthcare.
Hospitals using the dead as profit machines.
Families being lied to—bills demanded even after hope is lost.
Hunger:
25,000 people die every day from hunger.
10,000 of them are children.
854 million people are undernourished.
Food prices keep rising, driving another 100 million into poverty.
Meanwhile, 1.4 billion tons of food are wasted every year.
MRD stepped back.
He didn't say anything.
He didn't need to.
The truth had already cut deep.
People cried. Some covered their faces. Others sat frozen, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
Even the media—once racing to capture headlines—stood speechless.
Because what could they say?
This wasn't news. This was the world they had ignored.
And now… it stood before them.
MRD lowered his head for a moment. Then, he looked back up.
"This is not a fantasy. These are not made-up numbers. This is the reality we all allowed. We blame fate. We blame God. But we never look in the mirror."
He turned his gaze toward the leaders behind him.
"And when we give power to people who only know how to protect themselves, this is the result."
Then, to the people once more.
"But now… I'm here."
"I'm not here to promise you a perfect world."
"I'm here to build it."