A GOD'S WAY OF JUDGEMENT

The jet piloted by military personnel entered the enemy radar, receiving two warnings to stop. The advanced aircraft, using maneuvers that were impossible for normal jets to replicate, easily dodged each incoming threat. Missiles and jets alike were rendered useless as the aircraft continued to evade them with effortless grace. The military of Country A, observing the scene from their base, was astonished and impressed by the display of advanced technology.

Ronan's drone, hovering high above the conflict, recorded every movement, transmitting real-time footage to Country A's military base. The generals and officials watching the broadcast were transfixed, their earlier awe turning into excitement and admiration.

The jets, evading everything in their path, suddenly veered toward the center of Country B's military base. With precision, they dropped Ronan from the air. He landed directly in the middle of the base, without any safety precaution, his presence creating a cloud of smoke and debris. The soldiers of Country B were caught off guard, unable to identify what had landed.

Then, out of the smoke, a chain materialized, attaching itself to a tank in front of Ronan. With a sudden, immense force, the chain tightened, pulling Ronan toward the tank at hyper-speed. In an instant, the tank was torn apart as Ronan's power ripped through it.

The ground shook. Both Country A and Country B watched in shock. Ronan's move had shaken them to their core.

As Country B's military forces began to unleash their weapons in mass, everything fired toward Ronan seemed utterly useless. His armor remained unscathed by the barrage, his presence overwhelming the enemy.

Ronan shifted his weapon, transforming the chain into a polearm. With a grim expression, he drove it into the ground and spoke, "Authority of Earth—Terradest."

Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, turning upside down as everything in its path was destroyed. Tanks, soldiers, and equipment were swallowed by the shifting earth, torn apart and obliterated. The forces of Country B were helpless against this display of power.

Meanwhile, in the control room of Country B's base, Celia, observing the scene, demanded that the broadcast be shared with the entire world, in accordance with their contract.

As Ronan's power continued to devastate everything in his path, the remaining military personnel from Country B—including AirForce and navy—began their mass attack. However, it was all in vain. Every weapon they fired, from missiles to artillery, proved completely ineffective against Ronan.

In a desperate attempt to stop him, Country B's leaders decided to launch their nuclear warheads toward Ronan. The order was given, and in a flash, the sky was filled with the overwhelming might of nuclear weapons.

But Ronan stood undeterred, his blue-radiating suit absorbing the energy from the nuclear blasts. The world watched in horror as the live feed flickered momentarily, and then the smoke cleared. What followed was beyond belief. Ronan stood there, completely unscathed, radiating power as the blue lines in his suit grew brighter.

The world, watching in real-time, felt true fear. A living being could never withstand a nuclear attack—yet Ronan had not only survived but absorbed the power. Country B, now terrified, launched every remaining nuclear weapon they had, but once again, Ronan absorbed the radiation and impact with ease. The blue lines on his suit now glowed intensely.

"Authority of Power—Released," Ronan declared.

In the blink of an eye, his power surged outward, and Country B was annihilated, reduced to nothing but rubble and ash. The once-proud nation was no more, erased from existence by Ronan's overwhelming might.

Across the globe, people watched in absolute terror as the events unfolded. Reports poured in from every continent, and the world's leaders scrambled to understand what had just occurred. The destruction of Country B was unprecedented, and the shockwaves reached far beyond the battlefield.

Media outlets everywhere broadcasted the scenes of devastation, and people could only watch in horror as Ronan's power became undeniable.

The news was clear: Ronan was no longer just a man, but a force that transcended the laws of nature. The world was filled with fear and uncertainty. Governments and military forces had never encountered a power like his, and the global community was left questioning how to deal with this godlike being.

As the world continued to process the aftermath, the military of Country A, witnessing the events unfold, decided that Ronan was now a threat to humanity itself. Fearing the worst, they turned their guns on Celia, knowing her connection to him. She had always been his companion, and now, they believed she held the key to stopping him.

Soldiers raised their weapons, aiming at Celia in a tense silence.

"You must know," one of the commanders muttered under his breath, "if he even senses this, it's over for us."

Celia, aware of the danger, stood her ground. But just as the weapons were aimed at her, Ronan landed in the center of their base, his presence causing the ground to tremble beneath him. Smoke billowed up from the impact of his landing, and soldiers froze, their eyes wide with fear.

Ronan's gaze cut through the air, locking onto the soldiers. A chilling silence followed as the weight of his presence grew heavier.

"Move," Ronan's voice rumbled through the air, "and you will all die."

The soldiers, unable to process the gravity of the situation, stood frozen in place, their weapons trembling in their hands. Celia watched as Ronan's cold glare reignited the fear that had gripped the world.

After landing in Country A, Ronan turned to Celia. "Return to the company," he said calmly. Celia gave him a long look but nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the distance.

Ronan's next steps were toward the commander, who was still trembling. The man, once so confident, now appeared a shell of his former self, his fear almost palpable. The commander's eyes widened as Ronan approached, but he couldn't bring himself to speak, his voice lost in terror.

Ronan didn't waste time with pleasantries. "The contract is still valid," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "You will receive the weapons, as promised." He glanced at the commander, who could only nod, overwhelmed by the situation. And then, without another word, Ronan vanished, as though he had teleported, leaving only the smell of scorched air behind.

The world was left in chaos. The event had been witnessed and reported by Country A's officials, who confirmed Ronan's power and his dominance over the situation. But while some world leaders were horrified, others dismissed it as a fake or elaborate trick.

An emergency summit was called to discuss the threat Ronan posed to global security. Delegates from various nations gathered, each with their own ideas on how to respond. Some demanded immediate military action, even suggesting the use of nuclear weapons. Others argued for caution, insisting the whole situation could be fabricated or exaggerated.

"Ronan is no ordinary man," some leaders argued, their voices laced with fear. "We need to neutralize him before he becomes a true threat to humanity."

Yet others were skeptical. "This could all be a trick," one representative argued. "If we react too strongly, we could provoke a war that devastates the entire planet."

The debate raged on; each country divided in their approach. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, and the question remained: what would the world do with a man who could destroy entire nations with a single command?

At the peak of the heated debate in the summit, the grand doors to the room suddenly creaked open, causing an eerie silence to fall over the assembly. The world leaders froze in their places, their eyes widening in horror as Ronan walked through the entrance, his mere presence reigniting the terror that had gripped the room earlier.

All eyes followed him as he strode confidently toward the center of the chamber, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to the overwhelming fear radiating from the people around him. He approached the microphone at the center podium, the silence heavy with anticipation.

When he finally spoke, his voice was cold, yet clear. "I am not a god. I am just a normal human being—smarter, yes—but human all the same. I used technology to destroy a country," Ronan said, his tone matter-of-fact. "And I have no intention of sharing that technology. I will give limited technology—just as I did with Country A. I am open to business."

The leaders in the room exchanged fearful glances. The man standing before them had wiped a country off the map and was now offering to trade weapons. Their disbelief gave way to terror as he continued.

"I just recently went through a heartbreak," Ronan added, his voice darkening. "Anyone who offends me—whether it's a village, a city, or an entire country—may fall. And I'll add one more thing for you all to consider." He paused for effect, his gaze sweeping across the room. "I can destroy this planet with ease."

A collective gasp went through the room. The world leaders were stunned, paralyzed by the terrifying realization that the power they had just witnessed wasn't a mere demonstration—it was a very real threat. Their power seemed insignificant in the face of Ronan's capabilities.

Ronan's next words cut even deeper. "I'm suicidal," he said, the casualness in his voice only making the threat more unnerving. "So don't think I'd hesitate. If you push me, I'll take everything down with me."

The entire summit sat in shocked silence, unable to process the gravity of the situation. Sweat beaded on foreheads, and a few leaders visibly trembled. The strongest of nations, the ones that had stood for centuries, now felt fragile under the weight of his words.

Ronan's gaze swept over the room once more, lingering on each leader with an air of indifference. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before he finally spoke again, his voice low but unmistakably commanding.

"Here's my offer to you," Ronan said, the coolness of his tone making the air feel even colder. "You will sign a non-aggression pact with me. Every nation in this room, bound by an agreement that ensures peace. In return, I will not retaliate against the world—at least, not for now."

A ripple of nervous glances passed between the world leaders. Ronan's words hung in the air, more like an ultimatum than an offer.

"And there's one more thing," Ronan continued, his gaze sharpening. "I want full control of Antarctica. It will be under my jurisdiction, my oversight. No nation, no company, no military will enter or act in that territory without my permission."

The room fell into a deeper silence. Antarctica—considered one of the last untouched frontiers of the world—was a valuable and strategic landmass, and to relinquish control over it to a man of Ronan's power was a terrifying prospect. The leaders exchanged uneasy looks, their minds racing with the implications of his demand.

Ronan's voice was unwavering. "Any trespassers entering Antarctica will face me. I will catch them, ask which country they belong to, and then announce it to the world. If that country does not patch things up with me within 60 minutes, that country will perish."

A tense silence followed, but then a voice rose, brimming with defiance.

"You think you can control the world with these threats?" a world leader said, his voice strong. He was from Country Z, long considered the strongest nation, known for its advanced weaponry and military dominance. "My country has dozens of nuclear warheads, weapons that launch from space. You cannot force Country Z to submit."

Ronan's gaze turned toward the leader of Country Z, a cold smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Oh, so you are the strongest, are you?" Ronan's voice dripped with menace. He stepped closer to the leader, his presence oppressive. "How about this—if you don't ask for forgiveness within 60 seconds, I will make your country look like hell."

The leader from Country Z froze, his expression faltering as the weight of Ronan's words settled on him. The room was dead silent, the air thick with fear and tension.

Ronan's eyes remained fixed on him, unblinking, as he awaited a response.

The room remained in stunned silence for a moment after Ronan's chilling words. But then, out of nowhere, a phone rang, piercing through the tension. The leader of Country Z, still standing there, seemed to ignore it at first, his eyes locked on Ronan, who was still standing before him with that same cold, menacing gaze.

The phone rang again. Once. Twice. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.

Finally, the phone rang for the third time, and a ripple of nervous energy swept through the room. The leader's hand trembled slightly as he looked down at it, but he didn't move to pick it up.

Ronan, who had been watching intently, said in a low voice, "Lift it."

With a heavy sigh, the president of Country Z reluctantly picked up the phone.

The voice on the other end was frantic. It was the military commander of Country Z, and his words hit like a thunderclap.

"You idiot! Apologize to him right now! There are 90 nuclear warheads marked for Country Z, and they're more than enough to erase it from the map. There will be no citizens, no life left if they hit!" The commander's voice was urgent, panicked, as though the clock was ticking down. "And there are only 30 seconds left!"

The president's face drained of color. His hands shook as he listened to the words. His mind raced, panic setting in as he realized the magnitude of what Ronan had said. His gaze shot to Ronan, who stood like a statue, unmoving, his expression cold.

The leader was still in a state of disbelief when Ronan, standing right in front of him, coldly uttered, "You have 5 seconds to apologize."

The president, now visibly panicking, felt like the walls were closing in. The seconds ticked away like a countdown. 4... 3... 2...

And then, with just one second left, the president stammered, his voice shaking, "I-I apologize."

Ronan's expression remained impassive, but there was a slight shift in the air as he spoke, "I forgive you." And just like that, the tension seemed to dissipate, as if the world had been holding its breath. The countdown of the nuclear warheads was called off.

Ronan's gaze swept across the room, and in his usual calm, authoritative tone, he continued, "Since you first claimed that Country Z is the most powerful, I will sell weapons to every nation except yours. And then, Country Z will be the weakest."

The room fell into a new wave of silence as leaders exchanged glances. One of them, his voice trembling slightly, asked, "Where did you store these 90 nuclear warheads?"

Ronan looked over his shoulder, then turned back to the room with a cold smile. "I have them in Antarctica," he said. "Around 200 of them."

The shock on the faces of the world leaders was palpable. A cold realization settled in as they all came to understand the terrifying truth of what Ronan had just revealed.

As the realization sank in that Country Z, once considered the most powerful nation on Earth, had been reduced to vulnerability, a heavy silence filled the summit room. The world's leaders, watching the president of Country Z collapse in defeat, exchanged hurried glances. The magnitude of Ronan's power—the ability to destroy a country and then force it into submission—was clear for all to see.

One by one, leaders from various nations began to speak, their voices tinged with fear and desperation. They knew that if Ronan could make even the most powerful nation crumble, none of them were safe.

"The non-aggression pact," one leader said, his voice shaking. "We agree. We will sign it. We will adhere to your terms. We ask for your protection."

Another world leader, trembling with fear, echoed, "Yes, we recognize your power. We will give you what you ask for. Please, protect us."

The room buzzed with murmurs as the leaders—once proud and defiant—now seemed completely at Ronan's mercy. Their once unshakable sense of national pride had dissolved in the face of Ronan's overwhelming might. The sight of Country Z's collapse, and the knowledge that Ronan held the power to reduce any country to ashes, had shattered their resolve.

Ronan's cold, calculating gaze swept across the room. His next words came slowly, but with undeniable authority. "It's simple," he said. "Sign the non-aggression pact, and I will ensure your survival. Defy me, and you will be left to rot, just like Country Z."

One by one, the world's leaders, fearing the same fate as Country Z, agreed to Ronan's conditions. The pact would be signed, and in exchange, they would have the illusion of protection under Ronan's dominion.

The global community was now a shadow of its former self, bowed before the power of one man. And as the leaders signed the pact, the world was irrevocably changed.

Meanwhile, the entire world was watching. Billions of people glued to their screens as the summit broadcasted live, couldn't believe what they were hearing. Panic and fear spread like wildfire as Ronan's message sank in. Citizens of nations large and small were left questioning their own security and future. The realization that even the most advanced countries were powerless against Ronan's technology struck deep, creating an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

As the summit broadcast continued, Celia's mind raced. The world saw Ronan as a terrifying force of destruction, but she knew the truth was more complicated. Watching his cold, merciless demeanor in the face of world leaders, she couldn't help but recall the moments when he had shown kindness—kindness that only seemed to extend to a select few.

She whispered to Gerald, "He's only like this to people he sees as corrupt or unworthy. To those who he thinks deserve it."

Gerald nodded slowly, though fear still lingered in his eyes. "He's trying to complete the task, isn't he? But... at what cost?"

Celia sighed; her heart heavy. "It's how he justifies everything. To him, it's all necessary. To protect some, he has to crush others."

Her thoughts drifted back to their past, to the Ronan who had once been more balanced. Now, that balance was gone, replaced by a darker purpose. And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that somewhere deep inside, he still held onto that kindness—for those few who mattered.

As Ronan finished speaking, he turned on his heel and calmly walked out, leaving the summit in utter chaos. World leaders struggled to regain their composure, but the fear was too raw, too deep. The truth was clear—Ronan was no longer just a man. He was the living embodiment of terror, and no one would dare to challenge him.