The roar of the crowd was deafening, a cacophony of voices chanting slogans that had been meticulously crafted by my campaign team. Tens of thousands gathered before me, with millions more watching online. Today was the day—the day the High Chancellor of the United World Government would be elected. It was the culmination of years of tireless work, the blood and sweat of thousands united by a singular vision: the survival of the human race.

As I stepped onto the podium, the weight of the moment pressed down upon me. The air crackled with anticipation. I took a deep breath, savoring the last moments before everything would change.

The results were announced, and a hush fell over the crowd. I leaned into the microphone, my voice ringing out clear and strong:

"My fellow citizens, we stand at the dawn of a new age. Today, we—humanity—have won."

The crowd erupted, but I raised my hand, silencing them with a gesture.

"For too long, we have cowered in the shadows of those who call themselves 'superheroes.' We have watched our cities crumble, our loved ones perish as collateral damage in their battles. No more."

My words grew sharp, edged with steel.

"I declare to you now: superhumans are not human. They have no claim to human rights. They are a threat to our very existence, and we will treat them as such."

The crowd's energy shifted, a palpable tension building.

"I promise you a world free from fear, a future filled with prosperity. But it will come at a cost. I ask for your unwavering loyalty. In return, I vow to cleanse our streets, to ensure that never again will superhuman scum threaten our children's future."

I paused, letting my words sink in.

"Will you stand with me?"

The response was earth-shattering. The square trembled with the force of their approval, a tidal wave of human voices united in purpose.

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As I descended from the podium, my security team closed ranks around me. The exposed position in the town square had left them on edge, and they hurried me towards an armored transport.

Once inside, my chief of staff approached.

"Sir, there were attempts to disrupt the rally. Two superhumans and thirty humans were neutralized by security."

I nodded, unsurprised. Opposition was expected; if anything, I was shocked it had taken this long for them to act.

"Summon the head of the Superhuman Bureau to my office," I ordered. "And have my Blades in attendance."

The transport wound its way through the streets, the cheers of the crowd fading into the distance. My mind raced with the tasks ahead. This was only the beginning.

In my office, I signed a flurry of executive orders, each one a carefully planned step towards our new world order. When word came that Dorsey, the head of the Superhuman Bureau, had arrived with my Blades, I steeled myself for the confrontation to come.

Dorsey entered, his face a mask of barely contained fury. My Blades followed, their white masks betraying no emotion.

"Dorsey," I said, my voice level, "you are relieved of your duties, effective immediately. First Blade, you are the new head of the Superhuman Bureau."

The man's face contorted with rage. "High Chancellor, I demand an explanation. I've given twenty years of my life to this institution!"

I met his gaze coolly. "You are dismissed."

For a moment, I thought he might lash out. His muscles tensed, jaw clenched, and a vein throbbed visibly at his temple. The air crackled with pent-up energy—his superhuman abilities straining against his rapidly eroding self-control. My guards shifted almost imperceptibly, hands hovering near their weapons.

But with a visible effort, Dorsey contained himself. His eyes, however, burned with a promise of retribution. As he turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of something dangerous lurking behind that gaze—a spark that would need to be extinguished, and soon.

He stormed out, the door slamming behind him with enough force to rattle the windows. I made a mental note to have him monitored closely. Dorsey's powers, combined with his intimate knowledge of our operations, made him a significant threat—one that would need to be dealt with permanently.

I turned to Second Blade. "Ensure that our friend is kept under close surveillance. We may need to accelerate our plans for handling... loose ends."

Second Blade nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the unspoken order.

One by one, my Blades replaced the heads of key departments. Each departed to their new post, trailed by a team of specially trained advisors—our "clerics"—ready to reshape the world according to our vision.

As the last of them filed out, I turned to the window, looking out over the city that would soon be transformed. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of blood red.

A new era had begun, and I would see it through, no matter the cost.