The Tycoon's Odyssey

The air was thick with a mix of emotions—excitement, sorrow, nostalgia.

Inside the grand hall, the world's leaders sat in silence, their expressions unreadable as they stared at the gleaming holographic displays before them.

Today marked the day of the Federation's inauguration. The election of its first President.

For centuries, men had fought for their nations, and spilled blood for borders that no longer existed. And now, the very essence of their history was dissolving before their eyes.

Prime Minister Zhao exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "You struck something big," he muttered, his voice laced with sarcasm as he glanced at Rajesh Patel, the man who once stood as Indra's representative.

Rajesh, ever the sharp-tongued politician, raised a brow. "What? How? When?"

"Isn't Evan from Indra?" Malcolm, the former USL President, interjected. His words hung heavy in the air, making others frown.

"Indra?" Rajesh scoffed, almost bitterly. "What Indra? There is nothing called Indra anymore."

Silence followed. The realization was unsettling.

USL, USR, Indra, Daxia, Great Royal—names that had once commanded fear and respect, names that had ruled history itself, were now nothing more than echoes of the past.

For decades, people had spoken of their countries with pride, and sworn loyalty, and died for flags that no longer flew. The loss of national identity was more profound than any of them had anticipated. Some stared at the floor, others clenched their fists.

"It's really difficult," Vivek Sunhak finally spoke, his voice calm yet heavy with emotion. "But for a better future, we need to learn to let go."

Just then, the loudspeakers crackled, announcing the moment that would change everything.

"All representatives, please proceed to cast your votes."

The leaders nodded solemnly, gathering themselves before stepping forward.

The world was watching.

Billions of people, once divided, were now witnessing history being rewritten.

The voting commenced, and names flickered across the screens:

Malcolm (USL)

Vikrot (USR)

Zhao (Daxia)

Rajesh Patel (Indra)

Evan

Their former countries were listed beside their names, but only for recognition. Soon, even those would fade. The world was set to be divided into seven to ten zones, each functioning under the new Federation.

As the final votes struck, one name shone brightly across the world in a cascade of brilliant colors.

Evan.

The world had chosen its first leader.

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Suri held onto Evan's arm, her grip tight. She could feel the slight tremor in his muscles, the weight of the moment pressing upon him.

Beside them, Claire's eyes glistened with pride as she whispered, "My son has grown so much… Now, he's going to lead the world."

Roy, standing just behind them, smirked. "This is nothing short of a miracle."

Suri's fingers tightened around Evan's arm as memories flooded her mind. She saw him, broken and bleeding, beaten by the very people who once adored her. If he had died that day… she felt her chest tighten.

Claire and Roy stood beside them, proud yet burdened by the past. They had lost their child and raised the son of their enemy. At first, it had been unbearable, but somehow, love had found its way through the pain.

Celina recalled a thin boy, drenched in rain, hiding in the shadows as he quietly ate a bowl of noodles, his body covered in scars.

Aria remembered his struggle—the trauma, the isolation, the mind that once needed saving.

Now, that same boy stood tall before the world, ready to lead it.

"It feels unreal," Claire murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. "I still can't wrap my head around it."

Suri, still holding onto Evan's arm, spoke softly. "Your hands are trembling."

Evan let out a low chuckle.

"Nervous?"

"A bi," he admitted. But his heart pounded not just with nerves—but with exhilaration.

At that moment, his name echoed across the grand hall. It was time.

"Wait a minute!" Suri stepped in front of him, quickly straightening his tie and adjusting his collar with a serious expression.

Evan smiled, letting her fuss over him. When she finally nodded in approval, he looked beyond her, catching sight of Celina, Elina, Maria, and his parents… all watching him with expressions filled with pride and admiration.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, allowing himself to relive the past—the struggles, the sleepless nights, the battles fought in shadows. The betrayals, the victories, the losses. And then, the warmth of the people he cared for.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and stepped forward.

The grand hall was nothing short of magnificent. The ceiling stretched high, adorned with crystalline chandeliers that cast a soft golden glow.

At the center, the stage, crafted from sleek, polished obsidian, stood as a symbol of the new era. Around it, banners displaying the Federation's emblem fluttered in an artificial breeze, their luminous designs reflecting the unity of all nations.

As Evan walked, every eye turned to him.

The audience, filled with world leaders, dignitaries, and citizens of the new world, gazed at him in awe. His presence was almost otherworldly.

His suit, tailored to perfection, was a masterpiece—midnight black with intricate silver embroidery that seemed to shimmer under the lights. His jet-black hair, smooth yet slightly tousled, framed his face in a way that only enhanced his sharp, almost godly features. And his eyes—icy blue, vast as the cosmos—held a gaze that seemed to pierce through the reality itself.

Evan walked with quiet confidence, each step echoing through the hall as the world watched their newly elected leader.

Standing at the center of the stage, he adjusted the microphone slightly before offering a calm, knowing smile.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," his voice rang out, firm yet smooth. "I, Evan, the newly elected President of the Federation, welcome you to a new era."

[The End]

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Hello Reader, I sincerely thank you for all the help and unwavering support. Throughout this short yet magnificent journey, you all supported me through the ups and downs.

I would like to express my gratitude, especially to my editor, HaoShu, for helping me with errors and refining this story.

Secondly, as his chapter closes, I feel both joy and sorrow as the story draws near.

But this is not the end.

A new story awaits—one set centuries ahead in time, led by a new protagonist.

I hope you will continue to support this new journey with me.

With gratitude,

Lonelythree