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.

As the opportunity presented itself, Gaith didn't let it slip away. He utilized all the skills and techniques acquired during his hellish training. With lightning-fast reflexes and deadly precision, Gaith used his fists to punch through their bodies; hand swings to decapitate them, and footwork to chase down those who tried to escape.

Screams and shouts filled the room; even the children attending the party were bathed with their parent's blood. They witnessed the brutality and violence their young minds were unprepared for, causing them to show emotions beyond their years. They were terrorized.

It wasn't a fight anymore—but a one-sided massacre.

The once-crowded room fell silent as the screams faded away, leaving behind only the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional moan of the injured. The corpses of the guests lay scattered across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. The sight was gruesome, but Gaith remained calm and collected, standing tall amidst the carnage.

"Finally, my job is done!" Gaith shouted happily, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

But as he looked down at his blood-stained hands, tears unexpectedly fell from his eyelids. Disgusted with himself, Gaith shouted in frustration as he tried to wipe the blood off his hands.

"Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the silent room.

Suddenly, a quiet voice enveloped by fear came from a tiny child who was bathed in blood. "Monster!" the child anger, bringing Gaith back to reality.

As Gaith looked around, he saw several bodies still breathing—children who had survived the massacre. Their gazes conveyed various emotions, including anger, fear, and emptiness—unusual for the children to display; Worse still, their stares were fixed on him.

Gaith grinned, "What have I done?" He asked himself.

"How can you still smile like that?" The same child asked.

The child had green eyes like emeralds that had lost their sparkle, short blonde hair, and a somewhat feminine face—dressed in a white uniform stained by blood.

Gaith flinched at the child's words but said nothing. He walked firmly, looking left and right, causing the children to pull away from him in fear.

"Get away from me!" one cried out.

A second pleaded: "Don't, please don't."

A third screamed in fear: "Argghh... No, please don't!"

And a fourth tried to reason: "I'm a good girl. Please don't kill me!"

However, the green-eyed child remained silent and stared at Gaith in burning fury.

As Gaith heard their screams, he felt like there were thousands of swords piercing his heart.

"Bwahahaha!" Gaith laughed bitterly at the irony of his situation. He had thought that he was doing the right thing, but all he got were screams of fear directed at him.

With a deep breath, Gaith composed himself and retrieved a small device from his pocket. The device had two buttons, one green and one red, without wasting any time, he pressed the green button, causing the room to shake as a hidden door emerged from the floor.

After the secret passage was revealed, Gaith walked towards the still-breathing children and tossed them roughly into the open secret door. He did this until only the child with green eyes remained. After that Gaith pulled the collar of the boy's shirt, lifting him so that his feet did not touch the floor. Their eyes met; one was the color of an emerald that had lost its shine, while the other was dark.

"Do you hate me?" Gaith asked.

The child gritted his teeth and began to answer, "Yes, I hate …." Gaith interrupted him by placing his fingers on the child's mouth.

"Do you want to kill me?"

The child bit Gaith's finger hard. Unfortunately, it didn't affect Gaith.

"I'll take that as an answer. But you should know weak people can't take vengeance."

"Don't care. I'm going to kill you!" the child retorted.

"Huft … doing this isn't my type, but see you in another life, brave boy!" after he spoke, an evil aura began to emanate from his body.

Silent darkness—no, thousands of pale hands emerged from Gaith's shadow. Pulling at his body from all sides.

"What is that?" the child exclaimed in surprise as the white hands suddenly grabbed his skin. He let out a piercing scream of fear, "Aaaargh!" and immediately began struggling to get away from Gaith, scratching and kicking at his hands in a desperate attempt to break free.

However, the child's struggle was in vain due to the huge power difference.

Gaith's lips twisted into a sneer as he bid farewell. "Bye," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. He couldn't resist adding, "Don't blame me, kid," before bursting into a cold, cruel laugh that sent shivers down the spines of even the lifeless bodies nearby.

~~to be contunied~~