Dream World

It is the story of Gaith Isaad's adventure before he became known as the greatest leader and the king of kings in the history of mankind.

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[Prologue]

The year was 20xx and an event like no other was being held in a lavish building with even more brilliant decorations; extravagant lights, expensive furniture, breath-taking architecture. A place fit for only the most elite government officials from around the world.

The atmosphere inside the event was serene. The guests were excited to savor the delicious dishes, sip their drinks, and sway to the music on the dance floor. Amidst the charming scene, they chatted, sharing their thoughts and ideas while flashing their power and status to pass the time waiting for the main actors.

However, one man stood outside the cheerful atmosphere, watching from the corner of the room. He was dressed in black clothing, with long black hair covering his eyes, and was shorter than the average guests. Despite being the show's star, no one was aware of his existence.

The man grinned in annoyance at the happy smiles of the guests; hatred—no, that was long gone from his heart and mind. What remained was his duty: to kill all those guests.

"What a sly smile to be displayed," he thought.

After waiting for hours, the guests started feeling anxious about the main actor's absence. They whispered anxiously and wondered if he had found out their plan.

"Just where is that man?"

"Hey, do you think he found out our plan?"

"Not a chance! Just pray he didn't."

"Yes, or else, we're going to die today."

Their whispers grew more and more anxious as time passed.

After an hour of quietly observing the guests, the man finally decided to attend the event. With firm steps, he made his way to the center of the party, undetected, until he announced his presence with a shout and raised both hands, "Sorry for the delay; your nephew Gaith Isaad has finally arrived!"

Gaith Isaad, the son of the previous world leader, would become the next leader after the event. His arrival stole all of the attention, leaving the guests staring at him in silence.

"What's going on?" Gaith asked, realizing that the room had become quiet, "How come it's so quiet? Where's the excitement?" When no one answered, he continued, "Did all of you really hate me? What did I do wrong?"

The guests remained silent, their eyes fixed on Gaith, filled with bloodlust, vengeance, and rage. The previously tense atmosphere transformed into a hunting ground as deadly silence replaced the sound of whispers. It was as if they were waiting for the right moment to strike, and Gaith could feel the weight of their malice bearing down on him.

But Gaith did not harbor any resentment towards the guests, for he understood the harsh reality of being a leader—to be hated by many. However, his frustration was evident in his eyes.

For 12 long years, his own relatives and his father's organization had relentlessly attempted to assassinate him. Despite his unwavering mercy towards them, they once again revealed their true colors at the event where he would be legally crowned as the new leader and celebrate his 18th birthday. It was a night that would become infamous as "the end of the new world order." Gaith had hoped that this night would be the turning point, the end of the cycle of violence.

But that was a later matter. At that time, Gaith had to deal with those people first. However, deep down in his soul, he wanted to forgive those people. After all, they were his kin and had once ruled the world justly, even if it was in the past.

With that in mind, Gaith tried to reason with the guests. "I knew what you all thought about me and your plan," he said calmly. "But I could tell you that it wouldn't work out. None of you could kill me. So please, drop your weapons and surrender---" Before he could say more, a gunshot interrupted him, shattering the tense silence of the room.

Dor!

Gaith didn't even flinch as the bullet hit his body. His disappointment was palpable, and he let out a deep sigh.

"Haven't you all learned from the past?" Gaith grumbled, shaking his head, then threw the bullet back at the shooter. "That's it...bullets can't hurt me anymore," he shouted angrily.

"Uuugh!" Agonized shrieks came from the fallen shooter.

Soon, after the shooter fell, the revelers rushed towards Gaith from all sides, their elegant attire became weapons in disguise. They screamed in fury, their only focus being to kill him.

"Kill him!"

"Kill that man!"

Regardless of whether they were friends or foes, they all shared the same goal which to kill Gaith. But their weapons were no match for Gaith, who easily dominated the situation despite being unarmed.Their weapons failed to even scratch his clothes, let alone injure him.

The sudden and effortless domination by Gaith caused the guests to panic. They never imagined such an event would occur. So they quickly tried to run away from him, but little did they know turning their backs on a predator—was like inviting death to themselves.