The military-controlled aircraft penetrated enemy radar, receiving two warnings to stop. Advanced aircraft could easily evade any incoming threats in ways that normal aircraft could not possibly do. The missiles and jets were rendered useless as the aircraft dodged with effortless grace. The country A soldiers observed the scene from their base and were amazed and impressed by the advanced technology on display.

Hovering above the battlefield, Ronan's drone recorded every move, sending real-time footage to the Country A base. The officers and captains watching the broadcast were nervous, their earlier shock turned to joy and excitement.

The planes, avoiding everything in their path, were turning abruptly into the middle of the Country B base. Ronan was blown out of the air with precision. He landed directly in the middle of the base, with no safety precautions, and his presence created clouds of smoke and debris. The Country B soldiers were caught off guard, unable to figure out what had gone down.

Then, as the smoke cleared, a sharp pointed chain went into a tank appeared. Suddenly, with great force, the chains tightened, pulling Ronan towards the tank with great speed. In an instant, the tank crumbled as Ronan ripped through it.

Both County A and B looked at it in shock. Ronan's move had shaken them to their core. Since their is no way a human can ripp through a tank.

As Country B forces in panic began firing everything they had at Ronan. He was not a scratch on him. It seemed to make no sense at all. The bear wounded his weapon, and his presence overwhelmed the enemy.

Ronan changed his weapon and turned the chain into a wooden arm. He threw down a sad face and said, "Authority of Ground".

Suddenly the ground shook violently, and everything in its path disappeared, flipping over. Tanks, soldiers and equipment were swallowed, torn apart and swept away by the rotating ground. The Country B army was helpless against this show of strength.

Now in the control room of Country A's office, Celia demanded that the broadcast be shared with the rest of the world, according to their agreement

While Ronan managed to destroy everything in his path, the rest of the B forces—Air Force and Marines—attacked in hordes and all was for naught. Every weapon fired, from mortars to cannons, proved completely ineffective against Ronan.

In a desperate attempt to prevent it, Country B leaders decided to launch their nuclear warheads on Ronan. The order was given, and in an instant the sky was filled with an overwhelming amount of nuclear weapons.

But Ronan stood still, his blue radiation suit absorbing the energy of the nuclear blast. The world watched in horror as the live footage briefly sizzled, then the smoke disappeared. What happened next was unbelievable. Ronan stood, completely unharmed, shining brightly as the blue stripes of his armour shone more.

Watching in real time, the world felt literally terrified. There no human life that withstood a nuclear attack—but Ronan had not only survived but taken control. Now panicked, State B launched each of its remaining nukes, but again Ronan easily absorbed the radiation and shock. The blue stripes of his suit now glowed brighter.

"Release" Ronan said .

In the blink of an eye, his power flowed away, and Nation B was destroyed, reduced to nothing but rubble and ashes. The once proud nation was gone, wiped from existence by Ronan's overwhelming power.

People around the world watched the events in utter horror. Reports poured in from every continent, and world leaders scrambled to find out what had just happened. The devastation of Country B was unprecedented, and the ripples of shock reached far beyond the war.

News outlets everywhere report images of doom, and people could watch in horror as Ronan's power became undeniable.

The point was clear: Ronan was not just a human being, he was a force beyond the laws of nature. The world was filled with fear and suspicion. No government or army had ever faced this situation, so the global community was left questioning how to deal with this.

As the world processed the aftermath, the county A forces witnessed the events and decided that Ronan was now a real threat to humanity and, fearing the worst, Knowing Celia's connection to have him and turned their guns towards her.

The soldiers raised their weapons, and fixed their eyes on Celia in tense silence.

"You should know," one of the officers muttered under his breath,"if he even senses this, it's over for us."

Celia saw the danger and stood her ground. But just as the weapons were aimed at her, Ronan landed in the middle of their position, his presence shaking the ground beneath him. Smoke billowed from the way he landed, and the soldiers froze in fear.

Ronan's glance at the soldiers cut through the air. A cold silence followed as the weight of his presence increased.

"Move," Ronan's voice rumbled through the air, "and you will all die."

Unable to deal with the gravity of the situation, the soldiers stood with their weapons shaking in their hands. Celia watched as Ronan's cold glare rekindled the fear that had gripped the world.

Ronan approached Celia. "Go back to the company," he said quietly. Celia nodded, realizing that his words were strong. Without another word, she turned away.

Ronan's next move was towards the still shaking commander. The man who had once been so confident showed up as a wreck of his former self, his fear almost palpable. The general's eyes widened as Ronan approached, but he couldn't speak, his voice lost in fear.

Ronan didn't waste any time on excitement. "The deal still valid," he said in a deliberately low voice. "You will get the weapons as promised." He looked at the commander, who could only nod, overwhelmed by the situation. And then, without another word, Ronan seemed to disappear into the distance, leaving only the smell of burnt air.

The world was left in chaos. State A witnesses and police reported the incident, showing Ronan's power and control over the situation. But while some world leaders were horrified, others dismissed it as a hoax or a far-fetched ruse.

An emergency sumit was called to discuss the threat posed by Ronan to global security. Delegates from different countries gathered, each with their own ideas on how to respond. Some called for immediate military action and even suggested the use of nuclear weapons. Others insisted that the whole situation could be manipulated or exaggerated.

"Ronan is not a normal person," some leaders argued, fear in their voices. "We have to neutralize it before it can be a real threat to humanity."

Others, however, were skeptical. "This could all be a ruse," one rep argued. "If we act too strongly, we could provoke a war that destroys the entire planet."

The debate continued; Each country split in its own way. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, and the question remained: what would the world do about a man who can survive a nuclear?

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During the intense conversation atop the hill, the great doors of the building suddenly rattled, casting an eerie silence over the meeting World leaders froze in place, their eyes wide with fear inside as Ronan walks through the door, his presence rekindling the terror from earlier and gripping the room

All eyes followed him as he walked confidently to the center of the room, his calm demeanor contrasting with the overwhelming fear that radiated from the people around him He approached a central microphone stage, the silence heavy with anticipation.

When he finally spoke, his voice was cold, yet clear. "I am not a god. I am just a normal human being—smarter, yes—but human all the same. I used technology to destroy a country," Ronan said, his tone matter-of-fact. "And I have no intention of sharing that technology. I will give limited technology—just as I did with Country A. I am open to business."

The leaders in the room exchanged wild opinions. The man in front of them had wiped a country off the map and was now offering an arms deal. Their disbelief gave way to fear as he advanced.

"I'm just heartbroken person," Ronan added, his voice dark. "Whoever offends me—a village, a city, or an entire nation—will fall. And I will add one more thing for all of you to consider." He paused as his gaze swept the room. "It is easy for me to destroy the planet."

A collective shock went through the room. The world leaders were stunned and paralyzed by the horrific realization that the power they had just witnessed wasn't just a show—it was a real threat and their power seemed nothing compared to Ronan's power.

Ronan's next words cut deeper. "I'm suicidal" he said, his sly voice making the threat more disturbing. "So don't think I'll hesitate. If you push me, I'll take everything down."

The entire meeting sat in stunned silence, unable to process the gravity of the situation. Sweat formed on their foreheads, and several of the leaders shook visibly. Now the strongest nations that had stood still for centuries felt weak under the weight of his words.

Ronan's gaze swept the room again, casting an air of indifference on each leader. The silence stretched deeper and heavier, before he finally spoke again, his voice soft but definitely commanding.

"Here's my proposal for you," Ronan said, his cold voice chilling the air even more. "You're going to sign a non-aggression pact with me. Every nation in this room, bound by treaty to make peace."

A wave of fearful thought passed through world leaders. Ronan's words hung in the air, more like a final order than a suggestion.

"And there's one more thing," Ronan continued, his eyes sharp. "I want total control of Antarctica. It will be under my control, under my supervision. No country, no company, no military will enter or operate in that territory without my permission."

The room grew very quiet. The leaders exchanged uneasy views as their minds ran with the implications of demanding that Antarctica—considered one of the world's last untouched frontiers—become valuable and strategic land work, and the dreaded prospect of giving control to a man with Ronan's power .

Ronan's voice was unwavering. "Any trespassers entering Antarctica will face me. I will catch them, ask which country they belong to, and then announce it to the world. If that country does not patch things up with me within 60 minutes, that country will perish."

A deep silence followed, but then a voice filled with defiance rose.

"Do you think you can control the world with this threat?" Said the loud voice of a world leader. He was from Country Jade, long considered the strongest country, known for its advanced weaponry and military dominance. "My country has dozens of nuclear weapons, missiles that launch from space. You can't force my Country Z."

Ronan's eyes shifted to the leader of Country Z, a cold smile twisting at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, so you're strong, right?" Ronan's voice sounded threatening. He went to the leader, and his presence was an inspiration. "How about this—if you don't apologize within 60 seconds, I'll make your country look like hell."

The leader of Jade froze to a halt, his face smooth as the weight of Ronan's words fell upon him. The room was completely silent, filled with an air of fear and tension.

Ronan was staring at him, not blinking, waiting for an answer.

The room fell strangely silent for a moment after Ronan's terrifying words. But then, out of nowhere, a phone rang, breaking the tension. Still standing, the leader of Country Z seemed to ignore it at first, his eyes fixed on Ronan who was still standing in front of him with a cold expression.

The phone rang again. once. twice. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.

Finally, the phone rang a third time, and a wave of panicked energy swept through the room. Looking down, the giant's hand shook slightly, but he didn't move to pick it up.

Looking closely, Ronan said in a low voice, "Take it."

The president of Country Z reluctantly picked up the phone with great trepidation.

The voice on the other end was ominous. He was a military commander of the Country z, and his words rang out like thunder.

"You're a fool! Apologize to him right now! There are 90 nuclear weapons Locked for country Z, more than enough to wipe them off the map". The commander's voice sounded urgent, frightened, like the bottom of a bell. "It was only 30 seconds!"

The president's face was colored. His hands shook at the words. His mind raced, horrified as he realized the magnitude of what Ronan had said. His eyes went to Ronan, who stood there like a statue, motionless, cold-faced.

The leader was still in disbelief when Ronan, standing right in front of him, said coldly, "You have five seconds to apologize."

The President, now visibly stunned, felt as if the walls were closing in. The seconds passed like a countdown. 4... 3... 2...

And then, with only a second left, the president snapped, his voice shaking "I-I'm sorry" .

Ronan's face remained nonchalant, but there was a slight change in the air as he said "I forgive you". And just like that, the tension seemed to ease, as if the world was holding its breath. The nuclear weapons count was stopped.

Ronan's gaze swept the room, and in his usual quiet, authoritative voice, he continued, "Since you said earlier that Country Z is the most powerful, I will sell weapons every country except yours and from that very moment, Country Z will be the weakest".

There was another silence in the room as the leaders exchanged glances. "Where did you hide these 90 nuclear weapons?" one of them asked in a slightly shaky voice.

Ronan looked over his shoulder, then walked back into the room with a cold smile. "I have them in Antarctica," he said. "About 200 of them."

The shock was palpable on the faces of world leaders. A shocking realization dawned as they all came to understand the terrible reality of what Ronan had just revealed.

Country Z which is considered the most powerful country on earth, sank and has been reduced to simplicity, a deep silence filled the conference room as the world leaders changed their minds hurriedly as they watched Country Z's president fall in defeat. Ronan's immense power—the power to destroy a nation and then force it into submission—was plain for all to see.

One by one, the leaders of the nations began to utter voices filled with fear and despair. They knew that even if Ronan could destroy the most powerful nation, none of them were safe.

"A non-violent alliance," one leader said, his voice wavering. "We agree with it. We will sign it. We will obey your laws."

Another terrified world leader said, "Yes, we see your power. We will give you what you ask for."

Murmurs echoed through the room as the leaders—once arrogant and disobedient—now seemed to be completely at Ronan's mercy. Their once unshakable sense of national pride had crumbled in the face of Ronan's overwhelming power. The sight of Nation Jade falling and the knowledge that Ronan had the power to reduce any nation to ash crushed their resolve.

Ronan's cold, calculating gaze swept the room. His next words came slowly, but with undeniable power. "It's easy," he said. "Sign a non-violence agreement, and I'll make sure you survive. Despise me, and you will be left rotten, like Country Z".

One by one world leaders, fearing the same fate would befall like that of Country Z , took Ronan's stance. They would sign the contract, in exchange for it, and get the illusion of protection from Ronan.

At that point, the whole world was watching. Millions of people were glued to the live broadcast of the meeting, unable to believe what they were hearing. Fear and panic spread like wildfire as Ronan's message sank in. Major nations were left questioning their security and future The realization that even the most advanced nations were powerless against Ronan's technology grew, and it made them feel more helpless

As the news of the convention continued, Celia's mind was quickly confused. The world saw Ronan as a formidable force of destruction, but she knew the truth was much more complicated. Watching his cold, merciless demeanor in the presence of world leaders, she couldn't help but recall the times he had shown his kindness—kindness that seemed to extend only to a selected few.

She whispered to Gerald, "He's only like that to people he finds greedy or unworthy."

Gerald nodded slowly, though there was still fear in his eyes. "He's trying to get the job done, isn't he? But... at what cost?"

When Ronan finished speaking, he turned on his heels and quietly walked out, leaving the mountaintop in complete disarray. World leaders tried to find relief, but the fear was too mundane and too deep. And the truth is clear—Ronan wasn't just a man. He was the living embodiment of fear and no one really dared to oppose him.