The leader woke up to a sharp scream that tore through the silence of the room.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze heavy as if he had just returned from another world. In front of him stood his servant, breathing heavily, holding a sword dripping with blood.
My leader… I did it, the servant said, trying to sound proud despite the tremble in his voice.
He stepped forward and raised the sword.
This is the proof.
The leader slowly extended his hand toward the blade. There was no hurry in his movements. He touched the blood with his finger, then brought it to his lips and tasted it.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Then suddenly
SLAP.
The servant's head snapped to the side as the leader struck him across the face.
You coward! the leader shouted.
The servant trembled as he held his swollen cheek.
But… my leader… I did exactly what you asked!
The leader slowly rose from his chair.
He was sixty-six years old. His hair was mostly white, with a few strands of black remaining. Wrinkles marked his face like the scars of time. In the world of business, he appeared to be nothing more than a respectable and successful businessman.
But in the world of shadows…
He was a name that gangs feared.
I told you to kill him, the leader said coldly.
He stepped closer, his eyes sharp and merciless.
But I never told you to kill him while he was sleeping.
The servant swallowed with difficulty.
I wanted you to fight him, the leader continued.
A real battle.
He slammed his fist on the table.
What will the other gang leaders say about us if they hear this?!
His voice filled the room with fury.
That we are cowards who kill men in their sleep?!
The servant began shaking uncontrollably.
The leader calmly reached for the blood-stained sword and took it from the servant's hand.
At that moment…
The servant realized his end had come.
His body trembled violently. Sweat ran down his face. His teeth clattered against each other. Fear overwhelmed him so completely that he even lost control of his bladder.
The leader looked at him with terrifying calm.
It dishonors me to have a coward like you in my gang.
He paused briefly before adding,
Even the Great Leader was displeased.
He slowly raised the sword.
So there is no place for you among us.
Tears streamed down the servant's face.
Please, my leader… don't kill me… I'll do anything!
But the leader suddenly roared,
Defend yourself, you pathetic coward!
The servant didn't move.
In the next second
The blade flashed through the air.
Blood sprayed as the sword struck his neck.
The servant's body collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
The leader stood still for a moment, staring at the corpse.
Then he dropped the sword.
He walked toward the door and opened it.
Before leaving, he stopped.
Without turning back, he spoke calmly:
This blood is for you… taste it.
Silence filled the room.
Then a deep, rough voice answered from behind him.
Don't worry… I'm proud of you.
Suddenly
The furniture began to shake violently.
The windows shattered.
The lights went out.
Darkness swallowed the entire room.
Then the mirror on the wall began to glow with an eerie light.
The voice spoke again.
But I am not completely satisfied.
I need more.
The leader froze in place.
He slowly turned around.
But the servant's corpse was gone.
It had completely disappeared.
The leader's eyes widened.
What… what will satisfy you, my master?
The voice laughed darkly.
I want you to become the source of evil.
Fill this world with fear… with sorrow… with destruction.
Only then will I be truly pleased.
The leader swallowed.
Why did you turn off the lights, my master?
The answer came instantly.
Because you are weak."
And you are not yet capable of seeing me.
The leader clenched his fists.
No… I am strong!
The voice laughed again.
Look at the mirror.
The leader slowly raised his head and looked into the glowing mirror.
The moment he saw the reflection
His heartbeat exploded.
His eyes widened in pure terror.
His body began shaking uncontrollably.
And then…
He collapsed unconscious.
When he woke up, morning had arrived.
The room was in complete chaos.
Broken furniture… shattered glass everywhere.
A terrible headache pounded inside his skull.
He slowly stood up, trying to remember what had happened.
Then suddenly
He noticed something on the table.
A book.
It had been placed there carefully, as if someone had left it intentionally.
The leader approached slowly and picked it up.
It was extremely old.
Dust covered its surface.
But the title was perfectly clear.
The leader froze when he read it.
How to Rule the World.
He flipped the book over.
His eyes widened in shock.
Written on the back was a single line:
Age of the book: 9 billion years.
The leader whispered in disbelief,
That's impossible… the Earth itself is only four and a half billion years old…
He opened the first page.
A note was written in strange handwriting:
This book must only be read through specific rituals… and in specific places.
Below it was a warning:
Anyone who reads this book without following the instructions… will pay the price.
Silence filled the room.
Then suddenly
The first page turned by itself...