In a heavily guarded room deep within Daxia’s capital, Prime Minister Zhao sat frozen in his seat, his face drained of color.
Beside him, Linwei Ding, one of Daxia’s most powerful tycoons, sat stiffly, his hands clenched into tight fists. Both men were now prisoners, forced to watch the live broadcast of the battle.
The massive screen in front of them displayed the carnage in brutal detail. Walter, the so-called "lesser dragon," had been obliterated, his body was crushed and torn apart by an invisible force before exploding into a gruesome rain of blood and flesh. The Xenomorph warriors had surrendered without a fight.
And Evan…
He had done it with terrifying ease.
Zhao’s breath came in short gasps, his mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed. His hands trembled, gripping the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white while his entire body shook.
Then, finally—
"NO! THIS CAN’T BE!" Zhao screamed, his voice filled with horror.
Linwei flinched but remained silent, his eyes glued to the screen. His expression was grim, yet his silence spoke volumes.
Zhao, however, was losing control.
"How?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" His voice cracked with disbelief and hysteria. He turned wildly to Linwei.
"Superpower… Is that possible?"
He turned his glare back to the screen. "Now, he’s a monster!"
A cold chuckle came from the side.
Zhao snapped his head toward the source. One of Evan’s soldiers, standing guard, smirked at him.
"Monster?" the soldier repeated mockingly. "No, Prime Minister. Evan is a savior."
Zhao’s eyes widened in fury. "Savior?! That thing just ripped an alien apart with his mind! He has power beyond human limits! He’s no different from those creatures!"
The soldier folded his arms. "If that’s true, then why did he kill Walter? Why did he wipe out the Xenomorph leader and force them to surrender? He could’ve let them take over, but he didn’t. He fought for Earth. Unlike you."
Zhao’s breath hitched. His lips parted, but no words came out.
Linwei finally spoke, his voice calm and measured.
"I had my suspicions before," he admitted. "But this… this confirms it." He turned to Zhao, his expression unreadable. "He’s beyond us now." Continue reading at freewebnovel
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Zhao gritted his teeth. "No. I refuse to accept this. He’s still human. He can still be—"
"Be what?" the soldier interrupted, his smirk widening. "Controlled? Defeated? Killed?" He then let out a short laugh. "You still don’t get it, do you?"
Zhao’s face twisted in frustration. "What are you saying?"
The soldier stepped closer, his tone turning serious.
"I’m saying that you and your kind have already lost," he said bluntly. "You thought you were the ones shaping the future. That your control over the world’s systems, over human evolution, would make you gods."
He then gestured toward the screen, where Evan stood over the battlefield, victorious. "But the chosen one of God is here."
Silence filled the room.
Zhao’s breathing was ragged. His entire body felt weak, and for the first time in his life, he felt helpless.
Linwei leaned back, exhaling deeply. "If Evan wants to take the world, there’s nothing we can do to stop him."
Zhao’s nails dug into his palms. He had spent his entire life ensuring that no man would…
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In the grand study of the USR Presidential Palace, the air was thick with the scent of fine cigar smoke and aged wine.
President Viktor sat comfortably in his high-backed leather chair, his fingers lazily tapping against a glass of deep red liquid. He exhaled a slow puff of smoke, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the massive screen before him.
The broadcast displayed the final moments of Walter—his body being torn apart by an invisible force, crushed, bones snapping, before exploding into a grotesque rain of blood. The once proud and defiant Xenomorph warriors had also surrendered without resistance.
And Evan…
The man had walked through Walter’s strongest attack as if it were nothing. With a mere gesture, he had shattered the pride of an entire alien warrior race.
Viktor took another slow drag from his cigar, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
"I somewhat expected this," he muttered, his voice calm, almost amused. "But their power… it was truly something out of this world."
Across from him, a blonde-haired woman sat elegantly, sipping her own glass of wine. She watched the broadcast with mild interest as if she was watching an entertaining stage play rather than a battlefield drenched in destruction and gore.
Viktor swirled the wine in his glass. "They moved like zaps of lightning. Punched with a power strong enough to decimate buildings. I don’t find it impossible for aliens to possess such strength… but for humans like us?" He let out a small chuckle. "Is it even possible to reach that level?"
The blonde-haired woman lowered her glass and smiled. "Everything is possible," she said smoothly, "as long as you follow Master’s commands."
Viktor’s expression changed slightly. He leaned back and placed his cigar on the crystal ashtray beside him. "I respect what he has achieved. In fact, if not for him, we might have never realized how we were under the control of external forces. Thanks to Evan, we have been freed from that dilemma."
He paused, fingers lightly drumming against the armrest.
"For this, I thank him. I would even support him in his next venture." His eyes flickered with something deeper.
"But that doesn’t mean I will beg him like a dog."
The blonde-haired woman giggled, swirling her wine. "Our Master has no such wish," she said, amusement lacing her tone. "As long as you fulfil your duty toward humanity, that is enough."
Viktor studied her for a brief moment, his sharp gaze searching for any hidden meaning behind her words. Finally, in one smooth motion, he downed the rest of his wine in a gulp and set the empty glass aside with a decisive clink.
"I do hope that is enough to lead humankind to a better future," he mused. "But I won’t hide the fact that I am an ambitious man." A smirk played on his lips. "And I won’t be stuck playing side roles forever."
The blonde-haired woman simply smiled and took another sip of her wine while the broadcast continued to play in the background—Evan standing victorious amidst the battlefield, the world watching in silence.