A New World of Power

August 6, 2009 – 11:45 PM

Jadavpur, Kolkata

The house had long fallen into silence. The faint hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound accompanying the dim glow of the city lights outside. Aritra stepped onto the balcony, a warm night breeze brushing against his face as he leaned on the railing, his mind still wired from the conversation with Ishita earlier that day.

The empire he was building was growing rapidly, but he knew better than anyone that controlling markets and technology was only one half of true power. The world didn't just run on innovation—it ran on influence.

Exhaling, he activated his virtual system interface, the ethereal blue screen materializing before his eyes. As his gaze swept over the familiar options, a new notification blinked in the corner of the screen.

[UPDATE AVAILABLE]

Curious, he tapped on it. The moment he clicked, the screen shifted, revealing a newly unlocked function—"Buy Talent: Slave System".

His eyebrows lifted in intrigue. Without hesitation, he selected the upgrade, and almost instantly, a vast interface unfolded before him, filled with detailed options and categories. Aritra's eyes gleamed as he scrolled through the possibilities.

New Feature Unlocked: Talent Recruitment System

System Features:

Absolute Loyalty – Those recruited will be 100% devoted to Aritra, without question.

Seamless Identity Integration – Their pasts, legal status, and records would be automatically handled by the system.

Independent Thinking – They would be extremely talented, capable of strategic thought and initiative while still following Aritra's commands.

Aritra's pulse quickened. This wasn't just hiring employees. This was constructing an empire.

As he continued browsing, he noticed the Talent Categories section. There were researchers, engineers, business leaders—but what truly caught his attention was a tab labeled Political Talent.

His fingers hovered over the selection before clicking on it. The screen shifted, and a tiered list appeared before him:

Political Talent Recruitment

Tier 1 – 1 Million USD: Capable of running a municipality without any external help, using sheer charisma and leadership.

Tier 2 – 10 Million USD: Can become an MLA (Member of the Legislative Assembly) independently, using their skills alone.

Tier 3 – 50 Million USD: Can win a parliamentary seat (MP) with some financial backing and strategic influence.

Tier 4 – 1 Billion USD: Capable of creating and leading a national political party, shaping public opinion with the help of money, media, and grassroots mobilization.

Aritra inhaled sharply, his mind racing. This system wasn't just giving him the ability to recruit talented individuals—it was offering complete control over the political landscape.

He scrolled further. More options appeared.

Tier 5 – 10 Billion USD: Can rise to the position of Prime Minister or President of a major country, controlling national policies, military, and economy.

Tier 6 – 100 Billion USD: Capable of establishing a global influence network, controlling international organizations, shaping treaties, and swaying global elections.

Tier 7 – 1 Trillion USD: Can form an empire spanning multiple countries, installing puppet leaders, controlling economies, and guiding global narratives.

Tier 8 – 10 Trillion USD: Capable of dominating planetary politics, forming a world government under absolute control.

Tier 9 – 100 Trillion USD: Can establish interstellar governance, ruling planets across a galactic scale, shaping universal policies.

Aritra's grip on the balcony railing tightened as the sheer magnitude of power in front of him fully sank in. This wasn't just about winning an election—this was rewriting history.

His mind raced through the possibilities. If he recruited 300 Tier 3 politicians and one Tier 4 leader, he could covertly dominate every election within his targeted regions. With OmniLink as a tool, he could manipulate narratives, control media, and shape public perception behind the scenes.

The idea was intoxicating.

With 1 Billion USD, I can install a political figure who can shape an entire country's future.

With 10 Billion USD, I can dictate international relations.

With 100 Billion USD, I can become a force larger than any government in existence.

Aritra's breathing slowed as he formulated his strategy. Step one—he would test the system by acquiring Tier 3 politicians and carefully integrating them into different parties, slowly shifting policies in his favor. Step two—he would fund a Tier 4 candidate and back their rise to power, ensuring he had an inside man at the national level. Step three—once control was secured domestically, he would move internationally, gradually planting individuals at key positions worldwide.

A chilling sense of clarity settled over him. He would own the world, not through brute force, but through influence.

His mind flashed back to history, to how the world had always been shaped by those who controlled perception, influence, and governance. Wars weren't fought by soldiers—they were dictated by policies, funding, and political maneuvering.

And now, he held the key to it all.

Aritra leaned back, his fingers tapping against the screen as he finalized his next move. He would begin small—testing the system's efficiency by acquiring lower-tier talent. If it worked seamlessly, he would escalate, funneling resources toward the ultimate goal.

A world where every major decision, every election, every law passed—was quietly orchestrated by his hand.

His eyes glowed with determination as he finally spoke, his voice a whisper against the silent night air. "Let's begin."

He tapped on the screen, confirming his first purchase.

The game had just changed.

To be continued…