"Do I look good?" Zion asked.

"It looks good," Mark replied.

"I am asking if it looks good on me," Zion clarified.

"It does," Mark answered with a smile.

Zion was wearing his new tuxedo, a brand new one after his old one got obliterated in the fight. This one was better and classier. It was a new full black tuxedo with a white inner shirt. The suit fit his stature and gave off a subtle elegance. He looked ready as a man, ready to move forward, to lead.

"It is time for me to depart," Zion stated.

"I know you've got plans, but don't pull the trigger when someone annoys you," Mark advised.

"I will try not to accuse them of their crimes," Zion stated, his face stoic.

"Just don't be hard on them," Mark repeated, "We are all humans, we all make mistakes. Just take it easy, guide them like a shepherd, not command them like a dictator."

"But I am a dictator, I am their ruler," Zion answered.

"Then should I bow, your majesty?" Mark mocked, performing a polite bow like a subject to his king.

"I am still Mark, and I like you calling me Majesty," Zion said, with his head lifted haughtily.

"Buzz off," Mark gave Zion a playful kick, which he dodged.

Zion straightened his coat, "Your Majesty will be leaving now, Mark." Zion opened the door, ready to leave.

"Not going to say anything to the pastor?" Mark asked.

Zion paused but didn't turn, "I will speak later."

Zion, for the last few days, had been avoiding meeting his dad. The man scared him, he admitted. He would rather face a battle with all of Apokolips' forces than have the talk. The man would instantly know that he was playing around in Metropolis, and he still didn't know how he did that; he always figured that Zion was up to no good.

But he had been visiting the orphanage and the church. The place was fully changed, unrecognizable. The orphanage was freshly painted, with new roofs. The restrooms were repaired, and new beds were brought for the children, comfier ones. The kids liked the change and welcomed his presence, but Zion was never good with kids; he couldn't handle their energy.

The church grounds were cleaned, and the benches were repainted. The broken window, unattended for as long as he could remember, was finally fixed. They also repainted the whole thing and changed those rotting benches and doors.

Even though people helped the church and orphanage, it was still lacking funds. Even when the funds arrived, the pastor would rather use those for the children, to take care of their needs. He always said, 'God is in our hearts, it is better for the children to be happy than be sad. Adults can manage.'

Mark had done a good job with all that with the money that was sent. The pastor was still suspicious.

"See you later, Mark," Zion glitched out.

Mark stood near the door as it closed, watching as the space mended itself. He still couldn't believe the things his friend could do. He always knew that Zion was intelligent, but the guy had always been lazy without a purpose.

Now, he had one.

...

The world had gathered today to watch the world change.

A new power.

A new beginning.

A new path.

A new history being written.

The UN had gathered with all those that led. Every substantial figure for the world was gathered in a single room. They were all waiting for the new power to appear. They had done all they could to gather as much information on him, but all they could deduce was undetectable, at least with their military power.

Some had even contacted the vigilantes, yet all had taken a back seat at the event. They all knew of the corruptions they were fighting against and they wished to see a change. However, most didn't bother because of Superman's statement. Superman was a substantial figure among the vigilantes; he was the symbol of heroism, and the man had decided to see what would happen.

And outside the UN council, many had gathered. From civilians, reporters, and military personnel to significant superheroes, such as Batman, Superman, Flash, Arrow, Black Canary, Ghostmaker, and many others, had gathered. They were all here, ready for battle if the situation warranted.

Superman was floating above to display his presence and calm the populace. Batman, Flash, Arrow, and Black Canary had gathered together. Ghostmaker did reveal his presence to Batman, but nothing more. The other vigilantes were hiding or in their normal mode among the crowd.

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The UN council was telecasting the meeting for the day as the world needed to know of their new ruler. This was, of course, made at Zion's request when he had given them his schedule for the meeting.

The anticipation hung in the air as the time for his arrival neared and the clock ticked to 11. A few alarms went off to show that the time was up and Zion glitched into existence on the central podium, surrounded by seating for representatives from each country.

Zion looked around the grand chamber adorned with flags representing all nations, arranged in a semi-circular fashion. The room was spacious, with a high ceiling and elegant decor, reflecting the diplomatic significance of the space. The atmosphere was one of solemnity and purpose.

The leaders sat straight at Zion's appearance, yet none stood to greet him. Zion didn't mind, nor did he care. These people were of no significance to him, nothing but failed experiments that would guide him toward the correct path.

Zion pulled the chair and took his seat. He tapped the mic to check if it was working and spoke.

"Hello, nice to meet you, mannerless people," Zion stated, his bionic voice sarcastic.

The humans who were watching felt a slight fear at the statement. They felt their stomachs sink. They were afraid that they were going to get eliminated for not greeting someone who was trying to take over the planet.

"It was nice of you to stand and greet your now king," Zion continued. "At least your parents thought you had manners."

At Heavenfield, Mark facepalmed at the statement. He could clearly see that Zion was getting into the role of a ruler. The guy who always complained about the king fearing his subjects on K-Drama was a king now.

"Good for you.

Now let us get to the subject of transition of political power. I am your new ruler as stated before and you will be listening to me from today onward. I hope there is no thought of resistance as I do not want bloodshed.

Now you may ask any questions you have."

The leaders sat silent for a moment, not wanting to be the first to pose a question. Finally, after a moment, the current president pressed the mic before him. The man looked confident as he began to speak.

"What legitimacy—"

"No manners? Get up from your seat when you are speaking to your king," Zion spoke in an emotionless voice.

The president froze; he now truly felt threatened for some reason. He knew he had power and the person before him was but a single person, yet he didn't feel safe. He swallowed as he sat, not knowing what to do.

"Stand up if you wish to speak," Zion commanded.

The president sat there, his mouth shut. But someone else stood up before him and asked the question. It was the UK's president; he was sitting nearby.

"May I speak?" He asked, politely.

"You can," Zion answered, "Take your seat."

The president sat back and spoke into the mic. "What legitimacy do you claim for your authority, and how do you justify circumventing established democratic processes?"

He asked his question, and due to the advanced translation installed in the devices, the other presidents understood the question. They all turned to Zion, waiting for his answer.

Zion shifted in his position and placed his leg on the table. "What gives you the right to ask the question? Is it your presidency or the representative of the people?"

"I am asking this as the representative of the people?" The president replied.

"Okay," Zion nodded. "I will answer this for you all, so listen up. Your system is garbage, and that is more than enough reason to warrant this shift of power. Your inadequacy at your job has not only drained blood from the poor but also favored the rich. Your system is corrupted and rigged. You favor those you think are close and have made all the worst mistakes without attempting to change. You fight for limited land and cause war for your greed and destroy heritage and culture.

I think that is enough of an answer?" Zion asked at the end.

The president didn't know what to say to that. How could he refute what he knew was correct? He stayed silent instead of speaking.

"Okay, next question."

"Who are you exactly, and what gives you the authority to make these drastic changes?" Another president stood up.

"I am Nion, and my origins will be kept safe for your protection. I come from an advanced race and am here to keep you safe due to some opposing powers that will kill all of you without a thought," Zion answered without revealing too much.

"Was it your people who fought in the skies of Metropolis?" The president continued.

Zion nodded, "Yes, we were preventing an invasion."

"Will you be revealing their identity?" He asked.

"Not yet," Zion answered, "Next question."

The man stopped his questions as he wasn't getting any answers.

"Who appointed or empowered you to unilaterally make decisions on behalf of the entire population?" This time it was a female; the woman looked to be in her 40s as she stood up to speak.

"You can take your seat after asking the question; I just need to know which one of you is speaking," Zion said before answering the question.

"As for your question, I would say God, the one and only. All of you have walked away from him."

Zion's answer stunned them, but they recovered quickly.

"Who is this GOD you speak of?" Another asked.

"You know him well," Zion answered. "He goes by the name Jehovah." {The Presence}

Of course, this stunk some people of power. Not everyone wanted to accept that a spaceman knew of their god. Their faith retaliated, but they could do nothing, and they didn't have many arguments, as most of the presidents were Christians.

"Now to the next question," Zion spoke, ending the conversation.

This time, another stood up. "How will you respond to opposition or resistance to your rule, both domestically and internationally?"

"I will listen to why they oppose my rule, and if it aligns with my morals and ideals, we can have a conversation on how to change it. If not, and you are clearly annoyed because something stupid thing you want to do is being obstructed, I will show you what it means to see right," Zion answered.

"Is there room for negotiation or compromise in your vision for the future, or is it non-negotiable?"

"Some I would negotiate, and others I won't."

Like this, the questions continued. Zion answered all those he could and explained his intent. He always replied with authority and showed his dominance. The presidents listened without causing any mess and asked their questions taking turns. This continued for hours before they ended their questions.

Zion also revealed his intent to rewrite their system, but the process would be gradual to not confuse the populace. This would involve many rewrites of laws, governance, and etc. Though some laws will be implemented immediately, such as the cancellation of student debt, free education for all, illegalization of abortion, and increasing career openings for space exploration.

"Since the questions are over, let me leave with a final announcement," Zion stated, straightening and sitting up right.

"I am now your ruler, and don't think for a moment that you could threaten me with your puny little weapons and all the missiles. Even your nukes are useless against me. I may have come alone, but I am far more powerful than you could imagine."

Zion snapped, and tens of people fell through glitched space. They all were geared with many weapons and were of different origins. They were all mercenaries or villains who had been hired, or were stupid enough, to try to kill him. They were hired by different people, and he knew who they were.

"I will meet all those who hired these idiots tomorrow personally," Zion stated as he glitched out.