Mordan first called the members of the secret organization he had been quietly cultivating. These were powerful cultivators, many stronger than him. Not because his talent was low, but because endless duties left him little time to cultivate. He still tried to balance both, always waiting for Stage 2 so he could form a clone to handle the government work while he focused on cultivation.
He instructed them clearly: find every wrongdoing—torture, abuse, extreme cruelty—anywhere in the nation. Eliminate the perpetrators immediately. No mercy, no traces.
Then he called for a full government meeting, with every minister, advisor, governor, and head present.
This would be their final strict warning. If they ignored it, he would act and kill them directly. He would only need solid evidence to show the public and justify the executions.
"The powerful act without apology or explanation; their deeds stand unchallenged, accepted as truth.
The weak must unravel every motive, justify every step, and plead their case before the world.
The masses hold the greatest strength of all—vast, silent, and unforgiving.
They demand reasons from the frail, while the mighty walk free in silence, never needing to speak…"
From his words, Mordan was complaining about how he had to justify himself in front of the masses. But if he was the single ruler, ruling the nation like a king, he would not have to justify his reason. Of course there are problems in both types. One, where he was single ruler and second, his current situation. But he is not getting into it. He will have to arrange the meeting and persuade those members. He doesn't have time for fantasies of unchallenged authority.
The threat's effect spread beyond big nations and India. Small and mid-tier nations reacted too.
Some dismissed it as empty bluster. They created Awakener military units anyway—not out of fear for civilians, but opportunism. If one of their citizens awakened a powerful Physique, they wanted first claim. Recruit them. Weaponize them. Control them. Civilian safety came second; power was the prize.
Others set up both abuse-monitoring units and special military teams out of genuine worry for their people.
Every nation responded—some in fear, some for self-interest, some for civilian safety and care.
And in between them, some crazy scientists got an idea after watching, they wanted to see if their idea was real or not. They went to their national governments asking for funds.
Whether they got the money or not, no one knew for sure. A few started small experiments privately anyway, in hidden labs or abandoned buildings.
People all around the world learned about the video one way or another. But after it ended, the same question lingered in everyone's mind.
"Where is Advait now?"
But there was no answer. No official statement, no sighting, no trace. The boy had simply vanished after the dark red fire consumed the school.
Some people guessed the child was with the game company. Otherwise why would E.A. Network release that video and take such interest in the whole tragedy? Why show the footage so publicly if they did not have some connection to him? It made sense to them—he must be under their protection, hidden away somewhere safe.
People also tried guessing the source of the video itself. It was not like someone was filming the whole incident, right? It was not like there were CCTV cameras everywhere. There can't be a bystander with a phone capturing every brutal second, right? So how did the footage exist?
But this question also remained unsolved.
***
On the same day, in a city hospital.
The fatty boy—Gorak's son—was still recovering from his injury. He never forgot to "punish" the girl who caused it, even from his bed.
But right now he was screaming. His voice carried so loud the building next door could hear it clearly.
"Dad… wah… whah… noooooo…"
"It's not real… my father is not dead…"
"Dad… come back…"
"Dad…"
He had seen the video spreading across the world. He knew his father had been swallowed by that dark red fire. But he refused to believe it. He dared not believe it.
His servant—the girl he had bullied—also saw the video. She did not wail or cry. She simply left the hospital, still bearing injuries on her fragile body. She ran without stopping. Her destination was unknown.
The fatty boy was left alone in the hospital room. His bodyguards, who had stayed on Gorak's orders, slipped away quietly. They headed straight for Gorak's secret hideout where he kept his black money.
The boy lay there, crotch still torn and agonizing. Even the slightest movement made him cry out. He could not move at all.
As he wailed, the hospital nurses entered his room.
They looked at him with anger. "Your father was really a beast. You are also a beast—torturing that little girl every day. Before, we couldn't do anything about it. But now we can. Leave our hospital. We're not treating you anymore."
The world only knew this fatty boy as the one who bullied the girl at the start of the video—just a little bully. They saw Gorak as deserving death. But the son? He was still just a child in their eyes.
But the world did not know that this fatty continued torturing the girl even after he was admitted to the hospital. No scene of it appeared in the video. For viewers, the girl was only shown at the beginning; she had no important role afterward. Only the hospital staff who heard her daily screams knew how much torture she had endured and how viciously the fatty boy tormented her. Some staff members had even died trying to stop them. The others had boiled with anger but stayed silent after seeing their friends' bodies. They could do nothing then.
Now, with Gorak dead, they had no more worries. They quickly entered the fatty boy's room.
Though rage burned in them, they did not beat him. Otherwise, there would be no difference between them and his father.
They simply controlled their anger and told him to leave. They refused to treat him anymore.
When the fatty boy heard this, he did not leave. Still crying over his father's death, he shouted angrily at them.
"You! How can you do that! You have to treat me! Guards! Kill them!"
He expected his guards to rush in and crush these rebels. But no "Yes, master" came. No footsteps. Nothing.
He was confused. Where did the guards go?
Just then, a cold voice from one of the staff members cut through his cries.
"They already left. That little girl you tortured left. Even your guards left. Everyone left you. Because you are not important now. You are not worth their time. You only enjoyed those luxuries because of your brutal father. But now he is no more."