Earth's New Order!

New York, Times Square.

Link's calm face vanished from every screen, replaced by colorful commercials.

But no one paid attention to the products that had once dazzled them.

It was as if the air had been sucked away. Across the vast square, thousands of people stood frozen in place, as though under a spell.

"What... what was that?" a tourist murmured, breaking the silence.

No one answered him.

But the calm declaration, laden with absolute authority, still echoed in every mind.

"From this moment on, I take charge of protecting Earth."

The brief silence gave way to a tidal wave of chaos.

Screams, sobs, shouts of disbelief, and blaring car horns merged into an apocalyptic symphony.

The same scene unfolded in every corner of the world.

London, Tokyo, Paris, Moscow...

The fragile order human society had built teetered on the brink after Link's announcement, barely a minute long.

And the real storm was only beginning to rise in the highest halls of power, beyond the sight of ordinary people.

The White House, the War Room.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the deep sea.

Seated around the enormous conference table were some of the most powerful people on the planet.

The president of the United States was pale as paper. He stared at a freshly printed still of Link, as though he could read something in that face.

The secretary of defense, four-star General Swanwick, wore an expression of disbelief beneath his usual iron resolve.

"Have we confirmed what's happening at the Watchtower?" the president asked, his voice hoarse and faintly trembling.

An official from NASA swallowed hard and rose to his feet, his voice strained.

"Sir... we've tried every frequency, including our most secure military channels. We can't reach the Watchtower. It's... as if it's vanished from our communications