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"Power does not corrupt the wise; it terrifies the guilty."
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Across the world, screens flickered to life.
From Gotham's moonlit rooftops to Atlantis's shimmering domes — from Quinn & Ink's buzzing neon parlor to the quiet halls of Titans Tower — everyone was watching.
The United Nations Headquarters had never looked so fortified.
Soldiers from the United States, Atlantis and Themyscira stood shoulder to shoulder — though even they murmured among themselves, uncertain what purpose they served if the man they awaited decided to stop pretending to be human.
At the front table sat the ambassadors:
Mera, regal in aquamarine and gold — representing Atlantis.
Donna Troy, poised and quiet — the voice of Themyscira.
To her left, Queen Bee of Bialya, glittering with venomous arrogance.
And beside her, King Viktor Markov of Markovia, expression guarded.
They were granted special seating as all four of them could be considered monarchs or directly related to monarchs.
Behind them, whispers rippled through the crowd. The air was taut — like reality itself was waiting to exhale.
The chairwoman cleared her throat.
"Summon the witness."
The lights dimmed. The cameras turned.
And then — he was just there.
No portal, no Zeta-tube.
King simply walked into the room, his shoes made faint clicks as he walked the marble floor. The air pressure in the chamber shifted. The microphones crackled. Even the lights seemed to flicker in a rhythm to his pulse or the deeper, mechanical growl beneath it: the King Engine.
He didn't look at the soldiers. He didn't need to.
He just said, calmly, "Let's begin."
The Hearing
"Mr. King," Began the chairwoman, "you've been summoned to explain your actions in the Tunguska region — namely, the… restructuring of the Siberian plateau. Entire satellite networks recorded the seismic event. Russia has filed a claim of—"
"—repairable inconvenience." King interrupted mildly.
Then, with an almost bored tone, added:
"There was a fossilized mosquito there."
The chamber fell silent.
Queen Bee frowned. "A mosquito? You destroyed a continent's geography for an insect fossil?"
King's gaze turned toward her and when he spoke, his voice rumbled like tectonic plates shifting.
"I wasn't referring to the insect. I meant Den Darga. A parasite long trapped in amber."
The King Engine roared once — a deep, metallic growl that didn't just shake the room, it shook the air.
The sound crawled into every atom of the chamber. Queen Bee's voice faltered mid-breath; her guards dropped their weapons instinctively. The walls groaned like they might kneel.
When the hum faded, King spoke again, tone level, almost gentle.
"Dictators like you exist because of my mercy. Not because of my absence."
Queen Bee couldn't meet his eyes.
Even Mera — usually unflinching — inhaled sharply at the raw power radiating from him. Getting reminded again just how terrifying this being in human form is.
The Russian Request
The Russian ambassador, a grey-haired man in a rumpled suit, rose shakily to his feet.
Everyone expected silence — submission. Instead, he spoke.
"Mister King," He said, his voice trembling but firm, " the people of my country suffered no casualties but we have lost land. What compensation will you offer?"
For a moment, the room froze — disbelief hanging like fog.
Then King laughed.
Not mockingly but with genuine, resonant amusement.
It was the laugh of a god who found courage beautiful.
"Name your reparation." He said.
The ambassador swallowed. "Either fill the crater with fertile soil — or fresh water."
King tilted his head, considering.
Then he said softly, "Fair."
He looked up and the ceiling cameras caught it. He took a live broadcasting crew to an Arctic exploration ship via jumps. They were about to witness history.
The Birth of a Lake
In Antarctica, the ice groaned.
Satellites recorded it live — the continent shifting.
Hundred kilometers of glacial mass tore free like parchment under King's grip.
In seconds, the white shards streaked across the stratosphere — vapor trails carving new constellations in the sky.
Back in the UN chamber, Mera's eyes widened. "He's— He's pulling it from—"
Before she could finish, the ice descended into the Tunguska crater.
A thunderclap followed — the kind that doesn't only echo but also reverberates through history.
When the dust cleared, the screens displayed it:
A new lake, vast and pristine.
Larger than Lake Superior, deeper than Baikal.
Its water shimmered with faint emerald hues — oxygen-rich, self-regenerating, seeded with microflora King himself had willed into existence using his hold on the arcane plane.
The world stared in silence.
Then King appeared into the assembly and said quietly, "Now it's a lake."
He turned to the Russian ambassador. "Will that suffice?"
The man — pale, trembling, yet alive with awe — nodded mutely.
King smiled faintly. "Good. I admire your courage. Never lose it."
The Weight of Mercy
King looked around the chamber, gaze steady, voice quiet but immense.
"When I flicked that pebble," He said, "I made sure no living being in the Tunguska region was harmed.
Power, if used without conscience, is destruction.
Mercy is the only thing that keeps creation from becoming a weapon."
No one spoke.
Not Mera.
Not Donna Troy.
Not Queen Bee, who couldn't even lift her eyes.
Even Lex Luthor, watching from his penthouse in Metropolis, found himself unable to breathe for a moment.
In Gotham, Harley dropped her ice cream.
At Titans Tower, Raven whispered, "He didn't even try."
In Atlantis, Arthur Curry stared at the screen with Orm.
"You were right," Orm murmured. "He's not a man."
Aurther's gaze never left the broadcast. "No," she said softly. "He's what the sea calls an inevitability."
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King adjusted his cuffs, turned toward the stunned assembly and said simply:
"Are there any other concerns before I leave?"
No one answered.
He nodded once. "Then we're done."
He stepped forward — and vanished, leaving behind only the faint scent of ozone and saltwater.
Across the World
In Gotham, Damian turned off the television.
In Naples, Maya's family said a prayer.
And in every corner of the planet, people tried to decide if they should feel safer or smaller.
Because that day, the world learned something fundamental:
When King flicked a pebble,
reality itself held its breath.
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