The opulent grandeur of the Royal Palace of Spain seemed to fade into insignificance as Wang Jian stood at the balcony, overlooking the expansive gardens bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. The cool evening breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city. His eyes, however, were not focused on the beauty before him but on the vast, invisible web of influence that now spread across the entire world.
With the USA and Russia under his control, Wang Jian had effectively conquered the globe. His influence was no longer confined to the shadows but permeated every corner of the world, every strata of society. He could do whatever he wanted, and the world would bend to his will. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying, a heady mix of power and responsibility that only a few could ever fathom.