The last rays of the sun reflected off the school windows, casting a dim, reddish hue over the courtyard. The battlefield of the morning—the defeated rival schools—lay quiet now. Students whispered among themselves, a mixture of fear, awe, and disbelief lingering in every corner. The Union's dominance was absolute. The rival factions had been crushed, their leaders subdued and brought before the one who had orchestrated this flawless conquest: Daniel Park.
Daniel stood at the head of the large conference room, the polished wooden table reflecting his calm, commanding presence. His black school blazer was immaculate, glasses perched precisely on his nose, and every gesture radiated unquestionable authority. Around him sat the Union lieutenants, loyal and disciplined, their golden and silver dragon emblems glinting under the dim lighting.
Across from them, the subdued leaders of the conquered rival schools sat silently, eyes lowered, hands clasped tightly in front of them. Daniel didn't need to speak to make his dominance felt—his aura alone sent shivers down spines.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his calm gaze sweeping across the room. "You've seen what happens to those who resist," he said slowly, each word deliberate, measured, carrying the weight of absolute power. "Now you're under my banner. You follow my rules, you thrive. You oppose them, you disappear."
A few students dared to meet his eyes, only to find themselves overwhelmed by a sense of inevitability. Daniel's aura wasn't loud or flashy—it was cold, precise, and lethal. His reputation had preceded him, but now, face to face, there was no room for doubt.
Seo Min-jae, Daniel's right-hand man, leaned in slightly, whispering, "They'll comply… they have no choice."
Daniel's small, cruel smile hinted at a deeper satisfaction. "Good. But compliance isn't enough. I want loyalty. Absolute loyalty. Respect isn't demanded—it's earned through fear and admiration alike."
He turned toward the leaders of the rival schools. "You have seen my capabilities. Your factions have been dismantled. Your territories reorganized. You are here not as equals, but as components of a larger force, a machine I control. Any hesitation, any whisper of rebellion, will not be tolerated. Is that understood?"
One of the rival leaders swallowed hard, nodding reluctantly. "Y-yes… sir."
Daniel's eyes scanned each one, noting their posture, their tone, their hesitation. "Good. Remember this: your survival depends not on your size, your allies, or your cunning—it depends on me. Any step outside my rules will cost more than you can imagine."
He leaned back slightly, his hands clasped. "From now on, the Union is not merely a gang. It's a force. It's a network of discipline, power, and influence. You are now instruments of its will. And I am the mind guiding it."
The room was silent, the air thick with tension. Some of the rival leaders dared to glance at each other, processing the weight of what they had just agreed to. This was not just a conquest—it was a complete restructuring of power.
Daniel stood, his presence dominating every inch of the room. "Tonight, review your territories. Prepare your students. Rehearse discipline. Tomorrow, the Union moves forward—not as conquerors, but as the rulers of this province. Any lapse, any weakness, will reflect on you personally. Fail me, and you will see why I am not just a kid… I am a force of nature."
Seo Min-jae's golden dragon emblem caught the light as he nodded sharply. The lieutenants stood straighter, muscles tensed, eyes burning with loyalty and respect.
Daniel finally turned toward the windows, looking out over the city, his expression unreadable. "Remember this moment. You've survived because I allowed it. You've been absorbed into something greater. From this day forward, the Union doesn't just dominate schools—it controls them with precision, ruthlessness, and strategy."
The room remained hushed. Every leader, every student, every lieutenant felt the chilling reality: Daniel Park was no longer a student. He was a calculating storm, and the Union was his instrument.
As the meeting concluded, Daniel's small smile lingered, his aura leaving a lasting imprint on all present: fear, respect, and the undeniable acknowledgment of his absolute authority.
Outside the windows, the city lay quiet under the sunset, but inside, the gears of Daniel's empire were turning—and nothing would stop the Union's unstoppable rise.
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