The world was in chaos.
News channels blared updates about the mysterious Rank 10 that had appeared out of nowhere.
Governments scrambled, leaders held emergency meetings, and the general population was left in fear and awe.
Ishigawa Pon, once an ordinary young man, had become the most powerful being on the planet.
And today, on the third day of his awakening, he had made a decision—he would become king.
Standing atop a skyscraper in the heart of the city, Pon looked down at the chaos unfolding below.
The world was trembling at his presence, and he could feel it—every breath, every heartbeat of the people below was in his control.
He closed his eyes, the power coursing through his veins so potent that it was almost intoxicating.
The Evolution Wave had triggered something within him that no one could explain, not even him.
But what was clear now, as the world descended into panic, was that he had transcended beyond anything humanity had ever seen.
Yesterday, he'd been hunted by a ship.
Today, he would hunt.
He leaped off the building, his body slicing through the air with ease, landing effortlessly in the middle of a chaotic street.
People gasped and backed away as he stepped forward, his glowing eyes scanning the crowd.
The fear was palpable.
They knew who he was.
They knew what he could do.
Pon looked at them with cold determination.
"No more running. No more chaos."
His voice was steady, commanding.
"From today onward, this world will have a new order. And I will be its king."
The crowd murmured in disbelief, some falling to their knees, others running in sheer terror.
But Pon didn't care.
They would submit, or they would perish.
His power was absolute, and there was no longer room for negotiation.
A convoy of military vehicles roared down the street, their tires screeching to a halt.
Soldiers poured out, guns trained on Pon.
A man in a suit, clearly a government official, stepped forward, his face pale but resolute.
"Pon!" the man shouted, his voice trembling.
"We can talk about this! We can work something out! You don't need to—"
Before the man could finish, Pon raised a hand, and with a flick of his fingers, the entire convoy was lifted off the ground.
The vehicles, the soldiers, the official—all suspended in mid-air, helpless.
Pon's gaze darkened.
"Talk? You think words can stop me?"
With another flick of his wrist, the convoy was hurled across the city, crashing into a distant building with a deafening explosion.
Pon barely flinched.
The power was overwhelming, but it was his to wield.
And he would not be stopped by those clinging to the old world.
Turning his attention back to the crowd, Pon raised his voice, projecting it for everyone to hear.
"I am the strongest. I am Rank 10. No one else on this planet can challenge me. From this moment forward, I declare myself ruler of Earth."
His words sent a shockwave through the city.
The fear in the crowd deepened, but Pon knew there was also awe, admiration—even desire for what he could offer.
People feared chaos, but they also craved order.
And that's exactly what he would give them.
"Those who stand with me will thrive," he continued, his voice filled with authority.
"Those who oppose me will be crushed."
As Pon spoke, a new awareness settled in his mind.
He could feel the planet—every corner of it, every person.
The strongest among them, the leaders of countries, the elite of society—none of them could stand against him.
But they would try.
Of course they would try.
And he was ready.
In an instant, Pon vanished from the city street, teleporting across the globe with the ease of thought.
He appeared in the heart of the world's most powerful nations—Washington D.C., Moscow, Beijing, London—one by one, eliminating their leaders with nothing more than a gesture.
Armies crumbled before him, the most advanced weapons useless against his sheer force.
By the time he returned to the city, the entire world had been brought to its knees.
The sky was darkening as Pon landed once more atop the skyscraper he had started from.
The world was his now.
There was no one left to oppose him.
But ruling wasn't enough.
He needed to build something new.
A new world order.
A new system to ensure that the chaos of the past would never return.
With a thought, he projected his voice across the globe, his words booming in the minds of every human being on the planet.
"From this day onward, there will be an Order. The strong will lead, and the weak will follow. This world will be ruled by power, by strength, by me."
The ground beneath him trembled as his will shaped reality itself.
Massive structures began to rise from the earth—towers of black stone, obsidian palaces that would serve as the centers of his new regime.
Each of the nine regions of the world would have its own capital, each ruled by an appointed leader, chosen by Pon himself.
These leaders would be the strongest of the strong, the elite of the evolved.
But no one would match him.
He was Rank 10, beyond human comprehension.
And at the top of this new world order, he would sit as king, the unchallenged ruler of all.
The sky opened up, and the newly constructed towers hummed with energy, their black surfaces gleaming under the faint light of the sun.
Pon stood at the pinnacle of his empire, looking down at the world he had reshaped in his image.
There was a strange satisfaction in the silence that followed.
No more fear.
No more disorder.
In this new world, only the strong would survive, and only the strongest would rule.
And Pon, the most powerful being to ever exist, would ensure that this order remained, no matter the cost.