Mark, now known as "The Architect of Populations," watched from his towering seat of power. The world’s demographics were shifting, and he had carefully orchestrated it all. While others speculated, debated, and argued, Mark had already made his moves in the shadows.

"They still think it’s about politics," he mused, watching the masses. "Immigration, economy, birth rates… how quaint."

The truth? Mark had been working on something much larger. With the stroke of a pen, nations were being reshaped. Borders? Irrelevant. It was time for a grand replacement—one that had been centuries in the making. For too long, certain populations had become resistant to control, their minds too stubborn. So, Mark decided it was time for a new approach.

"Foreign races will be much easier to mold," he whispered to himself. "They'll be grateful, compliant, and most importantly… unaware."

It was never about integration. It was about creating a new global populace, one that would be docile and obedient. By shifting populations and mixing cultures, Mark ensured that traditional identities would blur, and the old power structures would collapse under the weight of confusion.

He looked at the map, certain regions already glowing, signifying the completion of his plan. "Soon, they will all be replaced—silent, without protest. And they will thank me for it."

His control extended to everything: media, education, even history itself. The world would soon forget what it once was, as new generations, born from the grand replacement, took their place. And no one would remember what had been lost.

With a smile, Mark leaned back, hands resting on the controls. "A world that forgets itself is the easiest to rule."