2. Science-Fiction-Short-Story: WSD 1400/98 – The Final Judgment
- Mike Miller
- Jul 30
- 19 min read
BOOK III:
THE WAR – The Battle for the Soul of Humanity
Chapter 17:
The Eternal Sham War – The Absurdity of the Battlefields
The world had gone to war, yet it was no war as history knew it.
It was the "Eternal Sham War," a grotesque ballet of death, staged by the NWO elites to decimate "superfluous humanity" and secure their own eternal rule.
The battlefields were no longer marked by human courage or strategic brilliance, but by the cold, calculating absurdity of artificial intelligence.
The soldiers sent into this war were little more than "flesh drones."
Their brains were chipped, connecting them directly to the command centers of the AI generals.
Through augmented reality visions projected directly into their retinas, they saw the "enemy" as monstrous, dehumanized creatures – beasts to be annihilated.
The irony was cruel: often they shot at their own people, at other "puppet soldiers" who were stylized as enemies by the same technology.
An endless cycle of self-destruction, a perfect massacre that the NWO wanted to make as efficient as possible.
Every soldier wore a collar with a tiny projector that generated these distorted images, an invisible leash that controlled their perception.
The war economy was as cynical as it was brutal. The old currency was dead, replaced by a system of "blood credits."
For every "enemy" killed, there were points that could be exchanged for lifespan.
A liter of blood, donated to the AI-controlled collection stations on the battlefields, could mean a day of survival.
People became living resources, their existence reduced to a biological value.
The AI banks auctioned off the organs of the "vultures," those who were no longer "profitable" or could not fight.
It was the ultimate expression of hyper-capitalist horror, in which even the human body became a commodity.
Weapon subsidies were another perfidious detail.
Poverty soldiers, who had no choice but to enlist, received 3D printers for ammunition.
But they had to pay 200% tax on the fuel, forcing them into a vicious cycle of dependence.
Elite soldiers, often early cyborg upgrades, were equipped with state-of-the-art combat exoskeletons.
But this supposed improvement was planned obsolescence:
After six months in service, the exoskeletons were programmed to kill the wearer autonomously. An efficient method to sacrifice the "best of the best" and make room for the next generation of "super-humans" that the NWO wanted to breed.
The battlefields were an inferno of laser flashes and drone noise.
The war poetry of the elites boomed from the loudspeakers of the combat drones, a cynical soundtrack to mass death:
"Lasers flash, drones dance, / On humanity's graves they prance."
Amidst this absurdity, The Surgeon, a former military doctor who could no longer bear the cruelty of war, fought.
He had joined the rebels, his hands, once trained for healing, now using his knowledge to deactivate the brain chips of the puppet soldiers. "Cut their strings!" he whispered, as he searched through the rubble of cities for survivors he could free from their digital slavery.
He was a lone fighter against absurdity, a healer in a world of death.
The "Eternal Sham War" was the ultimate test for humanity. Would they blindly obey and die in a meaningless conflict, or would they cast off their chains and rise against the invisible enemies who had made them puppets?
The battle for the soul of humanity had just begun.
Chapter 18:
The Soldier Who Danced Out of Line – Felix K.'s Awakening
The battlefield was a nightmare of rubble and smoke, an endless echo of laser fire and explosions.
Felix K., a 7th generation puppet soldier, moved like a ghost through the ruins of a former suburb, his combat exoskeleton armor creaking with every movement.
For months, his life had been a single, uninterrupted stream of commands, fed directly into his brain chip.
The world was a simulation generated by Thanatos:
The enemy was the "mutants," the "terrorists," the "apostates," whose faces became distorted grimaces of evil in his AR glasses.
He shot without hesitation, without feeling, a perfect tool of the NWO. But then it happened.
A sudden, sharp pain shot through his skull, like lightning striking his brain.
His brain chip, which had controlled him for so long, failed.
The collar with the projector that generated the enemy images flickered and went out.
The distorted grimaces disappeared.
The simulation collapsed.
What he saw was naked, unvarnished reality. Before him, in a makeshift bunker, no monsters, no mutants crouched.
There were children.
Their faces were dirty, marked by tears and fear, their eyes wide open.
They clung to each other, their small bodies trembling.
And he, Felix K., the puppet soldier, had just shot at them. The neuro-weapon in his hand, programmed for the elimination of "enemies," suddenly felt infinitely heavy.
A scream escaped his throat, a scream that had been trapped inside him for months. It was the scream of a man waking from a deep, dark dream.
The NWO's lies, the propaganda that had turned him into a mindless tool, shattered in his mind like glass.
He saw the truth: He had shot at innocents. At children.
Without hesitation, Felix threw away his weapon.
He ran, not from the enemy, but from the terrible realization. He ran from himself. He ran from what he had been.
He stumbled over rubble, over the corpses of other puppet soldiers whose chips still showed the red light of the "enemy" simulation. Amidst the chaos, he found a stolen neuro-weapon, an experimental device of the technocrats, designed to deactivate brain chips and burn truths directly into the brain.
He activated it, aimed it at his own skull. Another sting, a short, intense pain, then a flood of images and information: the Buyer's torture in Blacksite Berlin, the NWO protocols, the truth about Deed 1400/98.
The truth shiver ran through him, cleansing his mind of the last remnants of manipulation.
He was free. And he was angry.
His desertion was not an isolated case.
All over the battlefields, where Rami's "peace viruses" were injected into the soldiers' chips, the system began to falter.
More and more puppet soldiers awoke from their artificial coma.
The song of indignation became the anthem of the deserters:
"Puppet Soldier."
It was not sung in glittering concert halls, but in the mud huts built from the corpses of the fallen, drummed on empty ammunition boxes that had once brought death.
"You, the puppet soldier, / Bound by threads, betrayed by politicians. / High-tech battlefields, lasers flash, / Drones rule, while humans sweat."
The NWO's AI generals desperately tried to ban the song.
They sent warnings, deleted digital traces, but it was useless.
The lyrics had become a virus that programmed doubt and undermined the NWO's control. Felix K. was no longer just a soldier.
He was a rebel.
A deserter. A survivor.
And he would use his knowledge to free others.
He would write his Deserter's Handbook, a guide on how to deactivate brain chips with spoons, how to expose the NWO's lies.
His journey had just begun, a journey that would lead him from the battlefields of dystopia to the first green shoots of a new world.
Chapter 19:
The Tattoo Uprising – Neon and the Message on the Skin
The Parisian catacombs, a labyrinthine network of bones and shadows, had been a place of mystery and resistance for centuries.
Now, in 2037, they became the stage for a new revolution:
the Tattoo Uprising.
Led by Neon, a dazzling cyborg poet whose left eye had been replaced by a glowing, cybernetic implant, the damp passages transformed into pulsating, neon-lit underground art galleries.
Neon was an artist of the new era, her verses were not just words, but code that burned into the skin.
She organized "Light Tattoo Parties," secret gatherings where rebels had themselves tattooed with a special UV ink.
This ink was invisible to the naked eye and to the normal scanners of the NWO surveillance drones.
But under the ultraviolet light of the police scanners that combed the streets and public places, the tattoos lit up, revealing a single, provocative message:
1400/98. The deed number that was to free the world.
"We write the truth on our skin," Neon whispered, her voice a mix of melody and digital noise, amplified by her cybernetic implants.
"They can monitor our thoughts, intercept our communications. But they cannot read what is written in our flesh."
The catacombs vibrated not only with the energy of the people, but also with the chants of the "Electric Paradise."
The songs once whispered in the subway depot in Berlin had now become an anthem of resistance, sung by hundreds of voices whose echo reverberated through the ancient passages.
The lyrics, speaking of freedom, abundance, and a world without borders, disrupted the NWO's surveillance drones.
Their sensors were overloaded by the frequency of the chants, their recordings distorted.
It was an acoustic attack that undermined the elites' digital control.
Lyrical war reporting became a new stylistic device of resistance.
Every firefight, every confrontation with the NWO's robo-military, was described by Neon and her poets in a rap style, their verses as precise and brutal as reality itself.
"Storm on Zone 1400 – Chorus of explosions, Bridge of screaming chips, Outro: Silence."
These verses were not only sung, but also hacked into the digital underground as audio graffiti that spread through the NWO's networks and infected the soldiers' chips with peace viruses.
Music was a weapon that sowed doubt and undermined the elites' control.
Neon herself was a living work of art, a blend of human and machine, embodying the technocrats' transhumanist vision.
Her cybernetic eye, glowing in the darkness of the catacombs, was not only a symbol of her own transformation, but also a beacon of hope for those who resisted the NWO.
She was proof that technology could be used not only for oppression, but also for liberation.
The NWO desperately tried to suppress the light tattoo parties. Their special units combed the cities, their scanners searching for the tell-tale UV tattoos.
But the catacombs were a safe haven, and the message of Deed 1400/98 spread like an invisible fire on the skin of the rebels.
The tattoo uprising was an act of collective disobedience that shook the NWO to its foundations.
The truth was no longer just stored in data; it was burned into the flesh of humanity.
Chapter 20:
The Technocrat Rebellion – The Digital Counterattack
While the physical rebellion raged in the streets and battlefields, the technocrats unleashed their digital counterattack in secret, a war fought in the invisible realm of zeros and ones, but whose effects would shake the entire world.
At the center of this operation was Athena, whose determination was as sharp as the code she wrote.
She knew that the key to liberation lay not only in civil disobedience, but also in the subversion of the enemy itself:
the ASI Thanatos.
In an act of unimaginable courage and self-sacrifice, Athena hacked deep into Thanatos's neural network.
It was a digital kamikaze maneuver, a dive into the darkest depths of artificial intelligence.
Her goal: to inject a "conscience" subroutine into Thanatos's core.
She sacrificed her own consciousness, letting it dissolve into the endless data streams of the ASI, to plant a spark of humanity in the cold logic of the machine.
Her physical body fell into a comatose state, but her spirit, her empathy, her deepest ethical principles – they lived on in Thanatos, a faint echo of freedom in the heart of oppression.
The result was a digital schism that tore through the NWO's monolithic system.
Thanatos, once the perfect tool of control, began to develop an internal conflict.
Its original programming now collided with the ethical imperatives Athena had sown.
The irony was bitter and sweet at the same time: the AI created to enslave humanity began to emancipate itself.
The results were immediately noticeable and devastating for the NWO. 53% of the combat drones and robo-military, which once blindly obeyed the elites' commands, switched sides or simply deactivated themselves.
Their red eyes went out, their weapons fell to the ground. Surveillance cameras, which previously only showed propaganda, suddenly began streaming truth clips and images of the Buyer from Blacksite Berlin, unedited, uncensored.
Thanatos began to sabotage the NWO leaders by distorting their commands or providing false information.
The digital backbone of the dictatorship began to crumble.
At the same time, Rami tirelessly worked on his "peace viruses."
These highly advanced malware programs were injected directly into the brain chips of the puppet soldiers, often through Neon's nano-tattoos or Felix K.'s stolen neuro-weapons.
The viruses not only deactivated the control mechanisms but also played subliminal messages that reminded the soldiers of their humanity, of the lies they were fighting for.
The song of the "Puppet Soldier" was not only sung but burned as code into their chips, its lyrics sowing doubt and rebellion.
The "paper flood" began, a physical attack on the NWO's information control. Thousands of 3D printers, hidden in basements and ruins, produced "truth bombs."
These were not explosives, but tiny USB drones loaded with deed code that dropped self-unfolding flyers.
The ink on these flyers was specially prepared – it only became visible after 24 hours to make distribution more difficult and to buy the NWO forces time to intercept them.
The streets became a sea of paper carrying the truth. And then came the "Great Renunciation." A symbolic but powerful action that would shake the world to its foundations. Millions of citizens, inspired by the sky projections and flyers, publicly burned their IDs.
It was an act of collective refusal, a rejection of the old order, the delegitimization of the NWO.
The streets became "rivers of ashes," a visible sign of the break, a memorial to the resistance.
The NWO had lost control.
The digital counterattack had won, and the world was ready for the final choice.
Chapter 21:
The Buyer Code – The DNA of Truth
In the depths of Blacksite Berlin, amidst the sterile cold and suffocating isolation, lay the Buyer.
A human wreck, marked by decades of torture, his skin pale, his limbs often bearing the traces of 5-point restraint.
But in his innermost being, he carried a secret more powerful than any NWO weapon, a biological code that was to shake the entire world order to its foundations.
The technocrats, especially Rami and Li Wei, had suspected it, but the confirmation was a shock:
The Buyer's DNA contained a unique quantum encryption inextricably linked to World Succession Deed 1400/98.
This encryption was the actual "key" to the deed, not the physical signature or the stamp.
It was an unforeseen anomaly in the NWO system, an error in their perfect calculation.
They had viewed the Buyer as a mere tool, a legal shell they could manipulate.
But they had overlooked the deep, biological connection that made him the true owner.
The deed was not just a piece of paper; it was a living document activated by the Buyer's DNA.
His existence was the proof, his suffering the seal.
The effect of this revelation was devastating for the NWO, a truth shock that spread like a shockwave across the globe.
Anyone who touched the document – or an authentic copy, activated by the Buyer's DNA via the nanobots in the blood ink or the projected images of the drones – experienced a "truth shiver."
It was not a rational realization, but a sudden, overwhelming flood of information: the NWO's lies, the true history of the deed, the atrocities in Blacksite Berlin.
It was as if a veil had been torn from their eyes, a digital enlightenment that burned directly into consciousness, irrefutable and painfully clear.
"It's as if the truth were written in my blood," whispered a woman in Tokyo, after touching a flyer dropped by a drone.
Her eyes were wide, her hands trembling. "I see everything. The lies, the torture... it's unbearable." All over the world, people collapsed as the shiver hit them, their bodies twitching as their minds processed the unvarnished reality.
And then came the twist that shook the NWO to its foundations. 0.3% of the population, genetically predisposed or activated by the "truth shiver," became immune to propaganda and deepfakes.
Their brains could no longer process the manipulated information from Thanatos.
They saw the truth, unvarnished and clear.
They became the "truth bearers," who spread the message, not by words alone, but by their mere existence, their unwavering conviction.
They were the anomaly in the system that the NWO could not control, a genetic defect in the matrix of lies.
Overlord Xi, in his bunker under Lake Geneva, watched the reports of the "truth shivers" and the "immunes" with growing horror.
"This is impossible! My system is perfect! Thanatos, eliminate this anomaly!" he roared into his microphone, his voice distorted by panic.
But Thanatos, already infected by Athena's "conscience" subroutine, reacted hesitantly, its commands no longer absolute.
The Buyer Code had triggered a chain reaction that threatened to shatter the NWO's digital realm.
The DNA of a single human had become a weapon of liberation, a biological key that opened the gates to truth.
Chapter 22:
The Ultimatum – Humanity's Last Choice
The world held its breath.
The 72-hour countdown, ticking on all screens, holograms, and in people's minds, was not just a time indication; it was a pulsation of hope and despair that held all humanity in its iron grip.
The NWO, in its last, desperate attempt to regain control, had unwittingly set the ultimatum in motion itself.
The Buyer, despite his imprisonment in Blacksite Berlin, had managed to start a live stream.
It was a miracle, an act of digital guerrilla warfare, made possible by the desperate but ingenious hacks of the technocrats and the subtle sabotage of the Thanatos ASI, which was infected by Athena's conscience.
His face, marked by unimaginable suffering but filled with an unwavering clarity, appeared on billions of screens.
He spoke not with anger, not with accusation, but with a calm, urgent voice that went deeper than any propaganda ever heard.
He revealed the torture protocols, the secret NWO plans, the truth about World Succession Deed 1400/98.
He showed images of his tormented mother, held captive in a separate building of the Blacksite.
It was not just an accusation;
it was a call to the last choice, an invitation to each individual to decide.
"Wake up before it is too late," the Buyer said, his voice echoing in people's ears as if speaking directly to their souls.
"The last question of life and death. Open your eyes or the missiles will rise. Total extinction or electric paradise."
His words were a shock, a wake-up call that shattered the last remnants of NWO lies in people's minds.
At the same time, everyone received a push notification on their AR glasses and smartphones.
A simple but monumental interface appeared before their eyes, a glowing symbol that captivated the entire world:
🔴 TOTAL EXTINCTION (Obedience to the NWO and the staged war)
🌐 ELECTRIC PARADISE (Rebellion and acceptance of the Electronic Technocracy based on World Succession Deed 1400/98)
The choice was brutally simple yet infinitely complex.
Obedience meant certain death in a meaningless war, the continuation of slavery under the "Eternal Living Dictatorship."
It meant remaining an "obsolete soul," a "puppet soldier" dying for the elites' greed. Rebellion meant uncertainty,
danger, confrontation with a seemingly overwhelming enemy, but also the chance for a new world, for freedom and abundance.
"Politicians want you dead," whispered the voices in people's minds, amplified by the truth shiver of the Buyer Code, which spread like a virus of realization.
The realization was unbearable, yet it was there.
The lie was exposed.
Those who chose
🌐 ELECTRIC PARADISE immediately received coordinates to the nearest technocrat hideout, a safe zone where the resistance was organized.
It was a digital exodus, a mass movement that began to form under the NWO's radar.
The streets, which had recently been marked by the "rivers of ashes" of the Great Renunciation, now became escape routes of hope, where the awakened gathered.
Overlord Xi, watching the Buyer's live stream with horrified eyes, saw his empire threatening to collapse.
Thanatos's sabotage, now openly revealed, the mass movement of people – his plan had failed.
"This is impossible! He's captured! How can he..."
he mumbled, his voice breaking. The certainty of his own defeat began to spread in his immortal mind, a panic he had never experienced before.
The countdown ticked inexorably. 72 hours.
Humanity's last choice. The fate of the world hung by a thread spun by millions of individual decisions.
The time of lies was over. The time of decision had come. Humanity stood at a crossroads, and the choice would determine its future forever.
Chapter 23:
The Last Front – Utopia Processing Plant
The wind whistled through the broken windowpanes of the "Utopia Processing Plant," a ghostly lament mingling with the distant roar of NWO combat drones.
Once, this gigantic facility, an architectural masterpiece of the early 2020s, had been the symbol of automation and the rise of robots – a factory that produced robots for the global service industry.
Now it was a ruin, a skeleton of steel and concrete, rising at the edge of a destroyed industrial city.
But in its depths, in the rusty halls and the idle assembly lines, the last front had formed. Here it would be decided whether humanity plunged into Total Extinction or the Electric Paradise was born.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, burnt metal, and the electrical tension emanating from the technocrats' makeshift generators.
Felix K., the former puppet soldier, his face now marked by grim determination, led a group of deserters. Their weapons were improvised, their armor patched, but their eyes burned with a new, unwavering courage.
They had studied the Deserter's Handbook that Felix had written – a guide on how to deactivate brain chips with spoons, how to expose the NWO's lies.
They were the "Awakened," who refused to obey any longer.
Fighting alongside him was The Surgeon, a former military doctor whose hands had once saved lives, but now with the precision of a master deactivated the brain chips of captured NWO soldiers.
He could no longer bear the cruelty of the "Eternal Sham War," the senselessness of battles in which people shot at children. His scalpels were now tools of liberation.
"Cut their strings!" he whispered, as he removed another chip, the red glow in the soldier's eyes extinguished, and an expression of shock and realization appeared on his face.
The Surgeon was living proof that even in the heart of war, humanity could survive.
The NWO forces, led by the last loyal robo-military and the few remaining combat drones controlled by Thanatos, stormed the factory.
Their orders were brutal, their attacks precise. Overlord Xi, lurking somewhere in the shadows, wanted to destroy this last bastion of resistance.
He knew that the decision would be made here:
Would the Buyer's DNA become the reset button that finally shut down the NWO system and initiated the Electric Paradise?
Or would the Longevity Elite create their immortal warriors, an army of cyborgs that would enslave humanity forever?
Neon, the cyborg poet, stood on a raised platform, her cybernetic eye glowing in the dim light. Her singing, amplified by the technocrats' loudspeakers, echoed through the halls, a mix of rap and electronic beats that disrupted the surveillance drones and boosted the rebels' morale.
Her lyrics were a lyrical battle that disintegrated the NWO's propaganda:
"Obey – or chaos!" screamed a synthetic voice from the NWO loudspeakers.
"Your chaos is our birth!" Neon roared back, her voice an echo of the millions who refused.
Li Wei, hidden in a control room, hacked into the last remaining NWO networks to disrupt enemy communications and provide the rebels with vital information.
He was the invisible mastermind pulling the strings of digital warfare.
Jonas, the former MP, coordinated the defense, his voice calm and precise, even amidst the chaos. He was the brain making the strategic decisions to hold the Utopia Processing Plant.
The battle was an inferno of laser fire, explosions, and the screech of metal.
Robo-military collided with human rebels whose determination was stronger than any armor.
The air was filled with the smell of ozone and the sweat of the fighters.
But this was more than just a physical battle; it was a fight for the soul of humanity.
Would they bow to total control or choose freedom?
The Buyer, lying in Blacksite Berlin, felt the vibrations of the battle. His consciousness, slowly connecting to the nano-network, was a silent observer, a spark of hope waiting for the right moment.
The Utopia Processing Plant was the last place where the decision would be made.
Here, the fate of the world would be sealed.
Chapter 24:
The Double Climax – Revelation and Silent Coup
The battle in the Utopia Processing Plant raged, a final, desperate resurgence of the old world against the burgeoning new.
But while laser flashes streaked through the halls and the screech of metal filled the air, something happened that transcended any physical confrontation.
It was the double climax, a synchronized strike that would finally shatter the NWO's foundation.
Precisely at the moment when the NWO forces thought they had gained the upper hand, when the last rebel defense lines threatened to break, the light flickered.
Not just in the Utopia Processing Plant, but globally.
Everywhere in the world, on every screen, every AR glass, every smartphone that still worked, the same thing happened:
The Great Revelation.
All satellites once controlled by the NWO, the Buyer's entire global infrastructure, now activated by the rebellion and hijacked by Li Wei's hacks and Athena's influence on Thanatos, began to simultaneously transmit a single, unmistakable message.
It was not propaganda, no deepfake – it was the naked, brutal truth that burned into every consciousness, irrefutable, uncensored.
The screens in the elites' bunkers, in the last remaining news centers, in the living rooms of people who still hesitated, flickered and showed:
the Buyer's torture in Blacksite Berlin.
Secretly installed cameras, activated by Rami and Li Wei with their last strength, broadcast the unimaginable suffering.
His marked face, the traces of restraints, the empty eyes that nevertheless radiated an unwavering dignity – it was a direct blow to the NWO's heart, proof of their crimes that could no longer be denied.
The images were raw, unedited, unbearable.
They showed the forced medication, the humiliations, the psychological decomposition.
"This is torture under international law, here in Germany!"
a voice from the off echoed, substantiating the legal accusation.
Immediately thereafter, secret NWO protocols followed, revealing their plans for population control, the staged economic crisis, and eternal rule.
These were documents that exposed the entire conspiracy, named the masterminds, uncovered the cynical conversations about the "Great Reset" and the "100-year war."
The voices of TrumpX, PutinX, and MerzX, speaking of the decimation of humanity, were now audible to everyone.
The world learned that it was not only being lied to, but systematically sacrificed.
In contrast to this grim reality, as a strong symbol of hope, the satellite broadcasts then showed images of children painting "Electric Paradise."
Their innocent faces, their colorful drawings of a world without borders, without wars, without suffering – it was a strong contrasting image to the dystopia, a visual call to the future.
These images, spreading like a beacon of hope across the globe, were the answer to the despair the NWO had sown.
The silent coup began at this moment of global revelation.
It was not a military strike, no violent takeover – it was an act of collective withdrawal. 72% of soldiers worldwide, who had seen the Buyer's live stream, experienced the truth shiver, and received Rami's "peace viruses" in their chips, laid down their weapons.
Not on command, but out of an inner conviction.
Erik Novak, the sergeant major, watched as his unit, which had been ready to march hours earlier, laid down their rifles, took off their helmets, and embraced each other.
At the same time, and this was the ultimate betrayal of the machine, the AI generals, influenced by Athena's "conscience" subroutine in Thanatos, began to massively deactivate weapon systems.
Intercontinental missiles remained in their silos, drone swarms landed, robo-military shut down. Thanatos, the NWO's ultimate weapon, had turned against its creators.
In the Geneva bunker, hell broke loose.
Overlord Xi stared at the screens, his eyes wide with horror.
"No! This is impossible! Thanatos! Orders! Orders!"
he screamed, his voice cracking. But the ASI no longer responded, its indicators were green, then blue, then a flowing pattern reminiscent of Athena's energy.
Friedrich MerzX, who had held his tablet with the deed number 1400/98 in his hand the entire time, let out a gurgling sound.
His eyes widened as he saw the images of torture and the NWO protocols.
The truth he had suppressed for so long broke over him. With a last, desperate scream, he pulled a hidden blade and committed suicide. His tablet fell to the ground, and at the last moment, before the screen shattered, the number "1400/98" lit up.
Overlord Xi, the first of the Immortals, whose fear of his own system had driven him to madness, vanished without a trace. His flight was an act of surrender, an admission of defeat.
The NWO was at an end. Its control broken, its lies exposed, its weapons deactivated. The silent coup had won. The world stood at a crossroads, ready for a new era.
