MRD stood still, his masked face unreadable.
The desert around him was alive with chaos.
Millions of people—celebrating, screaming, losing themselves in the fire of the moment.
The name BOSS had already turned the world upside down.
And now—he needed their attention.
But no one was ready to listen.
Not yet.
MRD watched. Waited.
But the people were too lost in their excitement.
They had not yet understood the weight of this moment.
They did not yet understand the man standing before them.
So—he would show them.
Not with words.
But with power.
Without a word, MRD took a slow step back from the mic.
He let the moment settle.
Then—
He took a deep breath.
And then—
He brought his hands together.
A single, powerful clap.
BOOM.
The impact was instant.
A shockwave exploded from his hands—faster than any storm, stronger than any force of nature.
The air roared.
The wind howled.
The very earth beneath them trembled.
People were thrown off balance.
Some fell to their knees.
Some lost their footing.
The sheer force of his power shattered the celebration.
Cameras were knocked sideways.
Microphones screamed with static.
News reporters stumbled, grabbing onto whatever they could.
For the first time—they felt it.
The difference.
This was not just a man.
This was something beyond human.
For the first time since the event started—there was no sound.
No whispers.
No cheers.
No celebrations.
Just fear.
The people stared at him, wide-eyed.
They didn't know whether to celebrate or run.
Because what they had just witnessed—was impossible.
A single clap.
A simple motion.
Yet, it had shaken an entire place.
News anchors were speechless.
Social media collapsed again—this time from pure shock.
And then—the questions started.
Who is he really?
"That was not normal!"
"No human can do that!"
"What… what is he?"
The media was out of words.
Reporters stumbled over their own sentences, unable to process what they had just seen.
The world was no longer questioning his wealth.
Now, they were questioning his existence.
MRD had used his first name—BOSS—to show his power over wealth.
Now, he had used his second name—to show his power over fear.
And they had felt it.
Deep in their bones.
As the fear settled, MRD stepped forward again.
He reached for the mic.
And the world held its breath.
"I will give you all time to celebrate."
His voice was calm.
"But I realized something."
"I planned to hide my other name for now. To tell you later."
"But looking at you… I see that won't work."
He tilted his head slightly, watching their faces.
"So I will tell you now."
"My second name."
A pause.
The entire world leaned forward.
"Some of you already know it."
"Because I used my first name to show my wealth."
"But my second name…"
"I used that to show fear."
"To strike down demons in human form."
"To remind the world what true power looks like."
The people started whispering.
A name was **forming in their mouths—**slowly, one by one.
A name whispered in fear and awe for over a year.
A name that had ended empires.
A name that had no face… but only legend.
MRD.
At first, the voices were soft.
But then—they grew louder.
Louder.
Until the entire desert was shouting his name.
"MRD!"
"MRD!"
"MRD!"
He let them say it.
Let them feel it.
Then, when the sound reached its peak—he confirmed it.
"Yes."
His voice cut through the noise like a blade.
"Exactly."
"I am MRD."
The moment the words left his lips—everything broke.
The world had already burned with the name BOSS.
But now—now, it had collapsed under the weight of MRD.
What happened next was beyond history.
People lost their minds.
Celebrations turned into something more.
Riot-like energy filled the air—people screaming, shaking, hugging, falling to the ground, overwhelmed.
The world had not just witnessed power.
They had witnessed a force beyond comprehension.
Social media—dead.
Internet servers—shut down in multiple countries.
News anchors—stunned into silence.
Governments—unable to react.
Because the truth had been spoken.
And there was no going back.
MRD let them have their moment.
He did not rush them.
Because this was not just a reveal.
This was a storm.
A storm that needed time to settle.
But then—he raised his hand.
And the world fell silent again.
"Now, I will let you celebrate."
"Because I know you need time to process this."
"I will take my seat for now."
"But listen to me carefully—"
"When I rise from my chair again…"
"I want absolute silence."
His words were not a request.
They were law.
And then—he turned and walked away.
He took his seat at the center of the stage.
And the world continued to burn in his name.
Mirshad had done it.
He had broken the world twice in a single night.
First—with the name BOSS.
Then—with the name MRD.
Now, the world was his.
And soon—he would show them why.
TO BE CONTINUED…