Absolute silence brought no peace. Instead, it became a vast canvas upon which my cold, pure will could paint itself with greater clarity. Reshaping the foundations of finance and law had only been a warm-up. I turned my gaze toward a field bound to billions of lives-the global healthcare system.
It was a quagmire hemmed in by pharmaceutical giants, patent traps, and vested interests. Outrageously priced drugs, cheap alternative treatments deliberately buried, research driven by profit rather than patients' well-being... countless lives faded silently beneath the calculations of capital.
I set my sights on Olympus Pharmaceuticals and the family that controlled it. Not only did they monopolize the key patents for several lifesaving drugs, but they also used lobbying groups to distort health insurance policies across nations. They were the embodiment of medical injustice.
I opened the notebook. In that soundless world, the friction of the pen tip became my only tactile sensation. This "script" required greater finesse. Eliminating the entire family outright would be too crude and might trigger secondary disasters by breaking supply chains. I needed a precise "decapitation" and "detoxification" to occur simultaneously.
I channeled my will into the pen. I wrote down the names of the family patriarch and his three most capable children, along with a complex chain of causation: during a carefully orchestrated shareholder revolt triggered by the harsh terms they themselves had imposed, they would lose control of the company after a sudden, collective neurological breakdown, whose symptoms included uncontrollably confessing all their crimes. While they underwent "treatment," a "technical malfunction" would permanently open the company's core patent portfolio for licensing. At the same time, a detailed internal document concerning the deliberate suppression of alternative treatments would be leaked to the world's major medical regulators.
The strain arrived as expected, crushing my soul