Getting A System In A Modern World

Silas sat on the edge of his bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The faint hum of the house settling in the silence was the only sound. It had been hours since the conversation with his father, but the words still echoed in his mind like thunder in the distance.

"What do you aim to achieve with all this?" Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

"Are you doing all this because you can, because you want to, or because you have to?"

"Do you plan to rule the world?"

Silas exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand through his disheveled hair. He had faced armies, crushed organizations, and outwitted the most powerful people on the planet, yet here he was—unable to answer simple questions from his father.

---

He leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as if it might hold the answers.

What was he aiming to achieve? In the beginning, everything had been simple. The Black Hand came after him, after his family. They threatened people he cared about, people who couldn't fight back. His response had been instinctual—fight back, tear them down, and make sure they could never hurt anyone again.

But as the conflict escalated, so did his actions. He dismantled their global networks, crushed corrupt governments that enabled them, and became a symbol of power that the world couldn't ignore. Yet through all of it, he had never stopped to ask himself: what came next?

"I wasn't trying to be a hero. I wasn't looking to be a ruler. I just wanted to stop them."

And he had succeeded. But now that the war was over, what did he stand for? Was it enough to simply be a deterrent to threats like the Black Hand? Silas frowned at the thought. No, it wasn't.

"I want to protect people. To make sure no one else goes through what we did."

That was the simplest truth. He didn't aim to control the world, but he wouldn't stand by and watch it fall apart again. If that meant becoming a shield, a weapon, or a warning to those who sought to abuse their power, then so be it.

"Maybe that's my aim—to make the world safer, stronger. To build something better."

The idea felt… incomplete, but it was a start. He didn't need a grand, detailed vision right now. All he knew was that his power had to mean something.

--

His father's next question lingered like a whisper in his mind. "Are you doing all this because you can, because you want to, or because you have to?"

Silas closed his eyes, letting the question sink in.

Because he could? That wasn't entirely true. Sure, he had the power—the technology, the skills, the resources—to do what he did, but power alone had never been his motivator.

If it were just about being able to, he would have taken the easy path, lived a life of luxury, and let the world burn around him.

Because he wanted to? There were moments when he wanted revenge. Moments when his anger against the Black Hand had driven him harder than anything else.

But those moments were fleeting. Silas had never been driven by personal ambition. If anything, the idea of holding power over others disgusted him.

No. The truth was that he had done everything because he had to.

"No one else could stop them."

That was the burden of his power. People called him unstoppable, a force of nature, but they didn't understand the weight that came with it. When you had the power to save lives, to dismantle corruption, to stand between innocent people and monsters like the Black Hand…

Could you really look the other way?

Silas sighed, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't want to do any of this, but I couldn't let it go. If I didn't stop them, who would?"@@novelbin@@

Luna's voice quietly echoed in his head. {Master, do you regret your actions?}

Silas blinked at the sudden interruption, shaking his head. "No, I don't regret stopping them. I just wonder… if it was worth everything I lost."

---

The last question stung the most. "Do you plan to rule the world?"

Silas let out a quiet laugh, though there was no humor in it. His father wasn't wrong to ask. After all, the way the world had been talking about him lately, you'd think he was already a king without a crown. Some called him a tyrant in waiting; others, a savior.

Did he plan to rule the world? Absolutely not. Silas didn't even want to rule Venezuela, but circumstances had forced him into that position.

Running a country was exhausting—managing resources, dealing with internal politics, making sure everything stayed afloat. It was like playing chess with a thousand pieces, all of them fragile and critical at the same time.

The thought of ruling the entire world? He could barely fathom it.

"People think I want power," he muttered to himself. "But the truth is, power just gets in the way."

Silas had never been drawn to control. He didn't want to dictate how people lived their lives or force his will on anyone. That wasn't who he was.

But he also couldn't stand idly by when threats emerged.

"If people think I'm a ruler," he whispered, "they don't understand me at all."

He would act when he had to, protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and dismantle anyone who sought to abuse their power. But ruling? No. That wasn't in his plans.

---

A Path Forward

The questions had forced him to reflect on everything—on his motivations, his purpose, and his future. For the first time in months, Silas felt a small sense of clarity.

"I don't want to rule the world. I want to protect it. I want to give people a chance to live without fear."

That was the foundation. It wasn't a grand plan, but it was enough to build on. The world was still healing, and there would always be new threats, new challenges. He didn't need to know every step of the path right now; he just needed to keep moving forward.

---

Silas glanced toward his door, thinking of Alex, Kim, and his father.

They had waited for him, worried for him, and yet still accepted him when he returned. They deserved more than vague answers and his constant absence. Silas resolved to do better—be better. He wouldn't shut them out again.

As much as he had to fight for the world, he couldn't forget that his family was a part of that world.

They were his anchor.

---

Silas stood and moved toward the window. Outside, the city lights twinkled like stars, the world moving forward despite everything it had been through. He knew there would be more battles ahead—hidden families rising, remnants of the Black Hand lurking, governments that still feared him.

But this time, he would be ready.

Luna's voice broke the silence again. {Master, a report from Europe. Movements have been detected near the territories of the House of Ebon Frost. Shall I prepare a response?}

Silas's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. "No. Not yet. Let them think I'm resting. When they make their move, I'll be there to meet them."

For now, though, he allowed himself a moment of stillness. A moment to breathe.

Tomorrow, the world would call for him again. But tonight, he was just Silas Kurt—a brother, a son, and a man determined to find his way.