FIRST PHASE: ERROR
War. Blood. Death.
The world was on the brink of another world war. A war for superiority, a war for resources, and a war for announcing their existence.
"The world has seen enough bloodshed. It needs no more. I'll make sure of that, even if it means turning against the world."
The boy said, looking at the vast sea in front of him.
"What if they reject your ideal?"
A voice asked him.
"Then I'll crack down the whole system. Create it from scratch. I'll build the perfect utopia."
The boy replied, smiling.
"Through what?"
"Through technology. Through beliefs. Through hacking."
He replied. This world was too beautiful to be destroyed. He had to protect it, and for that, he was ready to take over the world by himself.
He felt the waves of the ocean crashing down on his feet.
Today, the ocean crashed down. Tomorrow, the world will.
