The room was filled with laughter and happiness.
Everyone—from the leaders, soldiers, scientists, and doctors—was in awe of what they had just witnessed.
A child, fully cured of cancer.
A miracle performed by their leader, MRD.
Everyone surrounded Mirshad, thanking him, appreciating him.
For them, this was proof.
He wasn't just their leader.
He was the reason they believed in something greater.
The joy was pure. The moment was perfect.
Then… Malik ruined it.
"Brother, just stay like this for 30 minutes. I'll take as much blood as I want from you, then you can go."
Mirshad turned slowly.
He saw Malik standing there… holding a bucket and a massive syringe.
The room fell silent.
Mirshad stared at him for a moment.
Then, his voice was calm, but deadly.
"Brother… trust me.
One day, I will personally send you out of this universe."
The entire room erupted into laughter.
Malik, still holding the bucket, smirked.
"Then at least let me take one bottle before I go."
After some time, Mirshad walked alone through the hidden facility.
Advanced technology surrounded him.
Scientists worked on future military projects.
Doctors researched ways to enhance medical solutions for his people.
He saw the same scientists and doctors who helped with his underground transformation.
They all smiled at him.
They all respected him.
And for the first time, they weren't afraid.
Because Mirshad didn't just give them a secret lab.
He gave them a home. A future. A place where they could be safe.
"Boss, we are all here because of you."
"Because of you, we are living a better life."
"We will give you the best of everything we create."
Mirshad simply nodded, placing a hand on one of their shoulders.
"Keep working hard. The future is ours to build."
Then, he returned to the main hall.
As Mirshad walked into the hall, he made his way to the pantry.
He just wanted a coffee.
But then—a familiar sound caught his ear.
A news channel.
He turned, glancing at the large screen in the center of the hall.
The entire room was gathered.
And he knew exactly what they were about to see.
Then, it happened.
The reporter's voice echoed through the hall.
"One night. Only one night. And the world has witnessed a change.
Someone arrived. We don't know if he is our savior or our enemy… but you, the people, can decide."
The screen changed to a live broadcast.
A video started playing.
Mirshad's eyes narrowed.
"How…?"
For the first time, he saw something he never expected.
The video showed everything.
A battlefield filled with chaos.
A lone man descending from the sky like a King.
500 armored soldiers standing before him.
And then—one by one, they fell.
His speed, his power, his destruction—everything was recorded.
Then a specific moment appeared on the screen.
Mirshad lifting an entire container with his bare hands and throwing it toward the enemies.
A helicopter exploding in mid-air, torn apart by his strength.
Elite soldiers screaming and begging for their lives.
The world was watching this moment.
Then, the video ended.
The reporter spoke again.
"This man… whoever he is… is not human.
But he is a good man."
The screen cut to an interview.
A young rescued child appeared on screen.
The reporter asked him questions.
"Did you see this man?"
The child nodded.
"Yes. I saw him. I saw his fight from inside the container."
"What did you see?"
The child's eyes widened as he spoke.
"He crushed a helicopter effortlessly.
His speed… I saw him far away. Then, within seconds, he was standing in front of me."
"Did you hear his name?"
The kid hesitated.
"I asked him when he saved me. I asked… 'Who are you?'"
"And what did he say?"
"He only said… 'You all safe now.'"
The reporter pressed further.
"So you didn't hear his name?"
The child paused.
Then, his eyes lit up with memory.
"I overheard something."
"What did you overhear?"
The kid looked directly at the camera.
"One of the soldiers… before he left… called him MRD."
Silence.
Then, the screen filled with bold words.
"MRD – Hero or Devil?"
"Who is he?"
"What is he really?"
Baba changed the channel.
Another news report.
The same footage.
But now—they included the full death count.
Japan & Europe Execution: Total Death Count: 1,500+
Elite Soldiers vs. One Man
The anchor spoke:
"The bodies were unrecognizable.
The battlefield looked worse than a massacre.
And the most shocking part… 1,500+ elite soldiers versus 1 man."
"Only one man walked away."
The reporter continued.
"He saved 586 kidnapped children.
Three were already dead, their organs stolen."
Then, the demand came.
"The world deserves answers."
"Who is MRD?"
"Is he a government agent?"
"Is he human?"
"We need answers!"
Baba changed the channel again.
Another report.
Another discussion.
Another demand.
"The entire world is talking about MRD."
The room fell silent.
Nobody spoke.
Everyone turned to look at Mirshad.
He was leaning against the pantry wall.
A cup of coffee in his hand.
His face?
Calm. Relaxed. As if nothing had happened.
But everyone wanted to ask the same question.
Yet, the news…
The visuals…
The truth…
It made them silent.