New World

While the war raged at its peak, with bodies piling up by the thousands and the world sliding into ruin…

The men responsible for this carnage were still meeting.

Not to forge peace.

But to decide the future of humanity.

This meeting was held in the headquarters of the Futurists, deep within Old Asia—China.

A strategic gathering.

A historic debate.

A war council destined to shape the fate of the world.

Their goal?

To launch "Operation New World."

Around the massive glass table sat 33 of the most powerful men in the 3A (Asia–Africa–Auseania).

The elite of the global military and political stage.

They were known as:

> The 33 Towers of the East.

At the head of the room sat a sharp-eyed man, a living legend.

Guyon San.

The Divine Strategist.

They said he could draft God's war plan Himself.

His title?

The Admiral of the Renaissance.

Opposite him lounged a man with an air of insolence, legs crossed and posture far too relaxed for a war room:

General Nayvensky.

Despite his age, he commanded all New African forces.

Dubbed the Modern Viking, he was renowned for his arrogance and physical prowess even in his twilight years.

Around them:

Captains, generals, heads of state…

And the leader of the NMF, representing Australia and their Michelin-aligned allies.

But all were there for one reason.

One man.

One name.

> Jack Apollon.

Supreme Commander of the Futurist Army.

A man whose presence alone could send nations trembling.

With his voice, his charisma, his aura…

he could persuade a soldier to die willingly for his cause.

Not a fighter.

But a born leader.

His motto was simple:

> "The world belongs to those worthy of it. The rest must fight to earn their place."

That motto was about to become the law of the New World.

That day, Jack was preparing to unveil the most controversial project of the post-modern era.

Nayvensky:

> "So, Jack… what's this grand plan of yours?"

A captain added impatiently:

> "Yes, you better have a damn good reason for summoning us all here!"

Jack (smiling):

> "Of course.

You're here to witness our greatest invention—

the weapon that will win us the war.

And the plan that will change everything."

Silence fell.

Then whispers.

Then fear.

Some faces froze in horror.

Others lit up with a dark, almost perverse delight at a future written in blood.

Jack cut through the tension like a blade:

> "Those in favor… raise your hands."

Silence.

A glacial, suffocating silence.

No one moved.

This decision would alter the course of humanity.

And yet, it rested on the shoulders of only 33 men.

Then… a voice broke the stillness.

Someone stood slowly.

Not just anyone.

Raphael Apollon.

Secretary General of the 3A Government.

And… Jack's son.

Raphael:

> "This plan is an abomination.

It will lead us all to ruin."

Jack:

> "Why do you say that?"

Raphael:

> "Such nuclear power… such reckless strategy…

It will bring nothing but death and dishonor to our ranks!"

Jack:

> "If you're afraid, then leave.

You were never made for war.

Pitying the enemy… is the first step to losing."

Raphael:

> "And what's the point of winning… if it costs us our humanity?"

Jack (calm, razor-sharp):

> "I'm not here to destroy humanity.

I'm here to rebuild it.

And if it takes sacrificing two or three million lives… so be it.

War demands sacrifice.

And change… even more."

Raphael:

> "You think you're God."

Jack (unflinching):

> "God rules the heavens.

I rule my lands."

Raphael's fists clenched.

His jaw tightened.

His eyes… burned with a restrained fury.

Jack (to the assembly):

> "My allies.

I've led you to victory time and time again.

Have I ever failed?

This plan is perfect.

And even if it feels wrong to you…

remember—sometimes good demands evil to exist."

Hands began to rise.

One. Two. Ten.

32 out of 33.

And then Jack's own hand.

A near-unanimous victory.

Jack (solemn):

> "Then it's settled.

Futurists… the New World begins.

Our gateway to ultimate victory."

Raphael left the room, his steps heavy, his jaw locked tight.

He knew what was coming.

He knew the world was walking willingly into its own destruction.

Jack (to himself):

> "All we need is one year… and everything will be in place."

To be continued…The Valkyrie's Legacy...