After several hours, the President of the United States engages in a serious discussion with his staff and generals regarding the predicament posed by Zire and the potential emergence of other individuals possessing similar extraordinary abilities.

A general presents a proposal, saying, "Zire appears willing to engage in negotiations and has expressed consent for testing the trident. However, we must exercise caution and refrain from relinquishing weapon data that defies our current understanding of physics. Who knows how many of these self-proclaimed gods exist? With their seemingly unmatched abilities, they could infiltrate our borders undetected."

The head of the CIA provides insights, explaining, "According to Zire, he and his brother are the last remaining gods from a bygone era. Nevertheless, our data suggests the existence of other superhumans, although it is uncertain whether they are factual or merely folklore. Scientists have hypothesized that these weapons harness the enigmatic power of dark energy, a concept yet to be substantiated. Without Zire's cooperation, we are decades away from comprehending this resource or even confirming its existence."

The President inquires, "Remind me again, Mr. Vice President, why did we allow this creature to possess the trident?"

The Vice President responds, "Zire is being strictly monitored within a 1000km radius, tracked by multiple chips and under constant satellite surveillance. We have fighter jets and missile systems locked onto his coordinates at all times. The moment he steps outside that radius, he faces immediate termination. Unlike his brother, he lacks the ability to wield the trident's power. Even if he were capable, there is no escape from death awaiting him."

The President questions, "But why did we agree to hand him the trident?"

The Vice President explains, "That was the agreement we made with Zire. Without his assistance, we were unable to activate the trident. You were not informed due to your involvement in a matter of greater significance at the time."

In the scorching desert, Zire stands amidst the swirling sand, the trident in his hand pulsating with untamed power. With a mighty backhand strike, he unleashes a devastating force that sends a towering column of sand soaring a hundred feet into the air, reaching a staggering height of thirty feet. A spectacle of raw strength and control.

Harnessing the trident's capabilities, Zire conjures a massive rotating sphere, effortlessly manipulating it with a mix of awe-inspiring precision and playful dexterity. As he revels in his newfound might, he reaches out to the army, demanding their participation. "Fire multiple low-yield missiles fifty meters from my current position, every five minutes!" he commands.

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In a flurry of explosive chaos, the missiles are launched, hurtling towards Zire's location with deadly intent. Taking cover behind a makeshift bunker, he molds the sand around him into a towering statue, a temporary shield against the impending destruction. With each approaching missile, he attempts to contain their explosive power, shaping the sand into various forms to divert their course. But his efforts prove futile as the missiles swiftly phase through his defenses, their speed overwhelming even his sand-formed fists.

Desperate for a more potent weapon, Zire implores the army for a cruise missile. But his request is met with denial, as they insist he must come to their testing facility for further experiments and analysis. The exchange echoes with frustration and urgency, as time ticks away and the battle of wills rages on.

Zire's voice booms with frustration and fury as he addresses the army over a secure communication channel. "You spineless fools! How dare you deny me the firepower I require! I demand more missiles, and I demand them now!"

The army officer on the other end maintains a calm demeanor, responding with a measured tone. "Zire, we cannot grant your request. The risks of providing you with further missiles are simply too great. Our priority is ensuring the safety and security of our nation."

Zire's eyes narrow, his anger intensifying. "Safety and security? Is that what you call it? Denying me the means to test the limits of this trident? You underestimate my power, and for that, you shall suffer!"

The officer remains steadfast, unwavering in the face of Zire's threats. "We are not here to serve your whims and desires. Your actions have consequences, and we cannot compromise the stability and well-being of our people. We will not be blackmailed by a self-proclaimed god!"

Zire muttered under his breath. "You will regret this, you insignificant insects! I will make you pay for your insolence. Prepare yourselves for a reckoning like none other. Your armies will crumble before my might, and your leaders will beg for mercy that will never come.I know about the attrocities you conduct on those who you consider weak for your greed, you have destroyed countless lives and countries innocent civilians who had nothing to do with you, i will make you taste freedom".

In the fully lit laboratory, a team of scientists meticulously examines the lifeless body of Shiro. As they delve deeper into their investigation, they uncover a series of perplexing anomalies. The impact of the missile and Zire's relentless assault has taken its toll, leaving behind a shattered form. But something more unsettling emerges from their examination.

Whispers of concern reverberate through the room as the scientists make a chilling discovery. Amidst the wreckage, they realize that crucial interior organs are inexplicably absent. The brain, two hearts, and sections of the skeletal structure are nowhere to be found. The implications of this revelation send shivers down their spines.

Suddenly, the puzzle takes on a darker hue. It becomes evident that this is no ordinary battle or act of destruction. A disturbing realization dawns upon them—the intentional removal of Shiro's organs. The significance of this macabre revelation weighs heavily on their minds as they grapple with the implications.