January 03, 2020, New York An international summit among all nine nuclear-powered countries. The prime ministers and presidents of these nations gather around a large round table. Shock, disbelief, anxiety, and dread are evident in the expressions of everyone present. As they watch the footage of the complete destruction of a US aircraft carrier. The most astonished individual among them is the representative of the USA, President Harold Dwayne, dressed in a cream-colored coat and white pants. Crossing his palms, Denny offers a prayer. "Oh Lord." Suddenly, the wall screen in front of the delegates lights up, revealing a three-headed symbol. The symbol fades, giving way to the emergence of a masked face. The mask is plain and white, except for a vertical eye on the upper side at the center. A deeply modulated voice emanates from the recording. "Greetings, world leaders. I am Ansh Gupta, the leader of Trinity. The same force responsible for the recent attacks on the US bases in japan." Harold asks, "And who are you to represent Japan?" Ansh responds, "I am nobody. I merely provided the highly advanced fighters and weapons you witnessed." Harold questions, "For what purpose?" Ansh answers, "For a revolution. A revolution aimed at eradicating the issues that have plagued our world. Discrimination based on race, religion, and ethnicity has festered in society since the dawn of civilization. It is tearing apart the unity we have strived to maintain. The influence of wealth and power directly impacts the democratic system, resulting in a government that favors the wealthy and perpetuates inequality. In this world, social mobility is nothing more than an illusion for many." Ansh's voice resonates with conviction in the silent hall. Most of the leaders are lost in thought. At this moment, Vincent Gauthier, the President of France, a man in his late 40s with a slim build, slick hair, a thin mustache, and small brown eyes, speaks up. "The cause you envision is noble. However, have you considered the potential cost?" Ansh shakes his head and responds, "Never." Vincent taunts, "You are delusional if you believe everything will end well." Ansh says with a hint of reminiscence, "I know that. I've already paid that price." Vincent's eyes darken, and the others listen silently to ansh's words. Ansh's tone softens. "Where was I? Ah, yes. So, I resolved to create a world without boundaries, devoid of privilege based on status, religion, region, race, birth, and so on. A world where inequality and discrimination have no place." The room falls silent, each listener captivated by ansh's words. They can feel the weight of his determination and his unwavering belief. He continues, his voice growing stronger with each passing moment. "To achieve this, we must dismantle the current order, as it is constructed upon the very foundations of inequality. The new world will emerge from the ashes of the old, like a reborn phoenix. It will be a world where every person, regardless of their background, can flourish and contribute without the constraints of prejudice holding them back." Ansh's eyes scanned the room, seeking affirmation. He knew that not everyone would agree, but he had steeled himself to confront any opposition that stood in their way. "Those who resonate with my ideals, please sit back and watch," Ansh declared, his voice resounding with conviction. "Bear witness to the transformation that will unfold, for it is through unity and shared purpose that we shall usher in the dawn of a new era." He paused briefly, allowing his words to linger in the air. Then, with a determined gaze, he continued, addressing those who dared to challenge his vision. "And those who don't share this sentiment, also sit back and watch," Ansh declared, his tone unwavering. "We don't seek conflict or war, but if you choose to obstruct our path, then we have no option but to remove you from the equation. The world we envision cannot exist while the vestiges of oppression still stand." "That's why I am here in front of you. Listen carefully to my declaration. And that is: I, as the leader of the trinity, declare war on the world leaders and the one who is in hiding. The call of a new era is upon us. The era of equality." The screen went blank, instilling fear and dread in all those present. Harold, trembling with a mix of fear and anger, surveyed the room, noticing intrigue and uncertainty etched on some of the leaders' faces. He understood that if no action was taken, some of them would join the trinity. Harold cleared his throat to capture their attention and spoke loudly, "As a sovereign state, we condemn his behavior and that of his organization. I label him the world's most dangerous criminal." Casting his gaze around the room, he continued, "Each of us here is a leader representing our countries' interests. This ansh and his forces stand against our rule. So, be prepared and ready your armies, as a world-class conflict could erupt at any moment." Vincent, lost in thought, snapped back and said, "I have a solution to deal with the trinity." Anticipation filled the room as everyone turned their attention to Vincent. He slowly moved his lips and uttered, "A nuclear strike, just a push, and the problem is solved." Harold gasped, countering with, "No, absolutely not. We can't handle the aftermath of it." Vincent shrugged and said, "What is more important, you or them?" Harold fell silent. … . . . . . . . . . . In a spacious hall, at the central table, four individuals are seated: Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, and Minos. All of them are watching the live stream of the United Nations General Assembly in New York. Currently on the screen, Vansh is addressing the audience. "... That's why I am here before you. Listen attentively to my declaration. I, as the leader of the trinity, declare war against the world leaders and the one in hiding. The call of a new era is upon us—the era of equality." The stream ends, and silence falls over the hall. Suddenly, with a light chuckle, Minos stands up, and the others follow suit. Minos: "Did you witness that? He confronted the entire world and declared war on them while we remain concealed." Hades: "He's overly confident." Minos: "No, he's not. They've been lurking in the shadows for a long time, never revealing themselves. But now, they've come forward and declared war on the world leaders. What does it signify?" Poseidon: "It indicates they no longer need to hide. However, we have no idea what's fueling their confidence." Minos: "It doesn't matter. We'll find out soon. What I want to know is when we can reveal ourselves." Zeus: "It will be soon, my Lord. But for now, we can't." Minos: "Do it swiftly. I don't want to be labeled as the one in hiding again." Suddenly, Poseidon exclaims, "My Lord, as you foresaw, they executed precisely that." Minos, rubbing his chin, inquired, "How long will it require?" Poseidon replies, "Five minutes." Minos commands, "Now, Ansh, you must reveal your cards." ………… In a dimly illuminated room, Ansh is seated on a couch, gazing at the screen at the front. On the screen, a world map displays three projectiles depicted as red dots, slowly advancing towards the Pacific. Ansh chuckles and remarks, "As anticipated from them. They've made the same choice as back then." "Let's proceed." Rising from the couch, he stands and communicates to the other side through the earpiece. "Initiate the DOG system." Japan In an underground base, facing a screen wall, Prakash and Jack stand, observing the same projectile moving towards the Pacific. Prakash, with clenched teeth, questions, "Are they insane?" Jack calmly responds, "No, they are completely rational." Prakash sighs and looks down, "I am so disappointed." Jack inquires, "Disappointed in whom? Them or all of humanity?" ... Perched on a stone bench clinging to the edge of a towering cliff, the man exudes an enigmatic aura. Those who witness his captivating countenance become entranced by its allure. With a mystical gaze, the man's eyes rise to the night sky, where the stars shine with unearthly brilliance. His deep black, obsidian eyes reflect the mysteries of this world. Those who experience his smile find themselves wrapped in an unexplainable tranquility. And then he speaks—his voice dances like a melody carried by the wind, stirring the essence of our soul. The man muses, "Shall I witness the beginning of this tale, or is it the end?"