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Mark "The Grand Architect" stood before the assembled leaders of the world, his expression calm, almost indifferent. Behind him, the massive projection of the antimatter generator hummed ominously, a symbol of the ultimate power he wielded. The room was silent, every leader afraid to even breathe too loudly in the presence of such a device.
"You may wonder why you’re all here," Mark began, his voice smooth and measured. "For years, we have worked to bring order to this chaotic world. And yet, there are still... factions. People who believe they can oppose us, disrupt the new harmony we’ve worked so hard to build."
Mark turned to glance at the holographic representation of the antimatter generator, its dark energy swirling inside, capable of wiping out entire continents in the blink of an eye.
"This," Mark gestured toward the projection, "is the antimatter generator. You’ve heard rumors, perhaps. But let me be clear—it is real. And it is under my control."
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Fear, uncertainty. Mark allowed a small smile to play on his lips.
"With a mere command, I can erase a country, a continent... even the entire planet." His voice grew darker. "Your autonomy, your sovereignty, means nothing in the face of this power."
The leaders remained frozen, knowing the implications of what Mark had just revealed. The antimatter generator was not just a weapon—it was an ultimatum. Control the world, or destroy it.
