She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 252: The New World Order
Chapter 252: The New World Order
“What UN?”
Two words. Quiet. Certain.
“There will be no UN after today.”
Silva’s voice carried the weight of absolute conviction.
“Do you know why the United Nations was really created, Dr. Varen?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Not to save the world. Not for peace or cooperation or humanity’s advancement. Those are pretty lies we tell ourselves.”
His expression hardened.
“The UN was founded so the victors of World War Two could legitimize their dominance. So the Allied powers could control global resources, dictate international law, and call it justice. A framework for the powerful to remain powerful while pretending equality.”
He gestured dismissively.
“Every international body, every treaty, every agreement… they exist to manage competition between predators. To prevent total war while ensuring advantage for those already on top. Charity has nothing to do with it.”
Silva’s eyes glinted.
“The moment those representatives regain their senses and realize the true value of what we found…”
He gestured at the container.
“…they’ll tear each other apart fighting for advantage. National interests will override cooperation. Always do.”
He smiled. Cold. Final.
“And I’ve just given them something worth destroying that stage for.”
Varen stared at him. At this man who’d orchestrated everything. Who’d let the demonstration happen, let chaos build, let greed fester.
All to justify this moment.
“You think you’ll survive this?” Varen’s voice carried cold certainty. “You’ve stolen the most valuable treasure in human history. The most prized discovery our species has ever made. Every nation, every military, every intelligence agency… they’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth. They’ll tear you apart.”
Silva laughed. Genuine amusement, not mockery.
“Don’t worry about me, old man.”
Then his expression shifted. Mischievous.
Almost playful.
“I’m not greedy enough to take all seven containers. Just one.”
He gestured at Container Four in the helicopter.
“Tell me, Dr. Varen… when six containers remain available, when nations are scrambling to secure them before their rivals do, when the scramble for divine power consumes every major government…”
His smile widened.
“…do you really think they’ll have time to hunt one man who took one container? Or will they be too busy fighting each other for the other six?”
Silence.
“They won’t unite against me,” Silva continued quietly. “They’ll fragment. Compete. Betray each other. And while they’re tearing themselves apart over the remaining containers…”
He looked at the city below, at the chaos about to be unleashed.
“…I’ll be building something new.”
His logic was sound. Terribly sound. One container meant one bloodline. Power, yes. But not monopoly. The other nations would be too busy competing for the other six to unite against him.
Varen’s muscles tensed. Enhanced strength flooded his limbs. The handcuffs were nothing. He could break free, could…
He moved.
Explosive speed. Aimed directly at Silva’s throat. Enough force to crush windpipe, enough to…
Silva caught his wrist.
Not blocked. Caught. Mid-strike. With one hand.
Then pushed.
Varen flew backward. Crashed into the roof access housing hard enough to crack concrete. Pain lanced through his spine… actual pain, something he hadn’t felt since integration. His enhanced body absorbed the impact, but barely.
Impossible.
“How?” Varen’s voice carried genuine shock. “You used the catalyst. When? You’re just a bureaucrat, you shouldn’t… ”
Silva stared at his hand. The one that had caught Varen’s strike. Fingers flexing slowly, testing the strength flowing through them.
Satisfaction radiated from his expression like heat from forge-worked steel.
“So satisfying,” he murmured. “To feel this power again.”
The words carried weight beyond their meaning. Nostalgia. Longing. Something almost reverent.
Varen pushed himself upright, ribs screaming protest. “Again? What are you talking about?”
Silva didn’t answer immediately. He walked forward. Unhurried. Each step deliberate, measured. His expression remained calm, but his eyes…
His eyes held something hungry.
“You think you’re unique, Dr. Varen?” Silva stopped two meters away. “The first to integrate divine essence? The pioneer who unlocked humanity’s potential?”
He smiled. Not mocking. Just… knowing.
“I was…” Silva paused, choosing words carefully. “…promising, once. Very promising. The kind of power that made gods take notice.”
His expression darkened.
“And then that
bitch took it all away.”
The words carried venom that could corrode steel. Decades of hatred compressed into four syllables.
“Stripped me of everything I’d built. Every ounce of strength. Every capability that made me more than human. Left me…” His hand clenched into a fist. “…diminished. Mortal. Weak.”
Varen’s analytical mind raced. The same gods? The seven who left their blood in Aethros Valley? Had they given Silva power before sealing themselves away? Then stripped it back for some reason?
Or was this something else entirely? Another source of divine essence? Other beings with similar capabilities?
The implications were staggering.
Silva’s expression shifted. The darkness faded, replaced by cold satisfaction.
“But the moment I saw that golden blood, I knew. The same essence. The same fundamental power that once flowed through my veins.” His smile returned. “I can feel it calling to me. Promising restoration. Promising I can reclaim what was stolen.”
“Maybe even surpass what I was before.”
Understanding crashed through Varen like ice water. Silva hadn’t stolen the container out of greed or ambition.
This was personal. This was revenge.
Silva’s eyes focused on Varen with laser intensity.
“Listen, old man.” His voice dropped. Quiet. Absolute. “Don’t resist. I will kill you if you force my hand. I have enough people to fill the gap your absence would create.”
He gestured dismissively.
“And I have all your research, don’t I? Your protocols. Your ratios. Your methodologies. Everything documented in excruciating detail because you’re a proper scientist who records every variable.”
The truth of it stung. Varen had been thorough. Meticulous. Any competent researcher could replicate his work given time.
“So don’t lose your life for nothing,” Silva continued. “You’re brilliant. Dedicated. Everything I need to refine this process. To optimize integration. To unlock the full potential divine blood offers.”
He extended his hand. Not threatening. An offer.
“Join me. Help me build something greater than the UN’s pathetic theater. Something real. Something powerful. We could rule this world together, Varen. Not through diplomatic fiction, but through strength that makes opposition irrelevant.”
His voice carried genuine conviction. This wasn’t manipulation. He actually believed it.
“Think about it. No more begging committees for funding. No more justifying research to bureaucrats who couldn’t understand quantum mechanics if their lives depended on it. No more watching inferior minds dictate policy while you do the actual work.”
Silva’s hand remained extended.
“Just you. Me. And the power to reshape civilization according to rational design instead of democratic mediocrity.”
Varen stared at that hand. At the choice it represented.
Join or die.
Serve or be replaced.
Compromise or become irrelevant.
Silva didn’t wait for an answer. He turned away, facing the city skyline. The lights of New York spread before him like a jeweled tapestry. Millions of lives. Millions of potential subjects.
Not to Varen. To himself. To the sky. To whatever divine entity had stripped his power decades ago.
“When I lost my power,” he said quietly, “I made a promise.”
His voice carried absolute certainty.
“I would rule this world. With or without divine favor. With or without the strength I was born to wield. Through cunning if not force. Through patience if not dominance.”
He looked down at the vial in his hand. At Container Four secured in the helicopter. At the future he was about to forge.
“And now I’m not far from fulfilling it.”
His smile returned. Cold. Final.
“She took my power once. Thought that would stop me. Thought reducing me to mortal limitations would break my will.”
He turned back to Varen. Eyes gleaming with something terrible.
“She was wrong. I’ve spent my entire adult life learning how people think. How nations organize. How power really works. How systems fail. I’ve studied it all. Climbed every ladder. Positioned myself perfectly for this moment.”
He gestured at the chaos below. At representatives scrambling. At nations mobilizing. At the international order collapsing under the weight of divine temptation.
“And when I reclaim my power… when I surpass what I was before… no one will take it from me again.”
The helicopter’s rotors increased speed. Time to leave.
Silva looked at Varen one final time.
“So what will it be, Doctor? Partner in the new world order? Or corpse in the old one?”
The question hung in the air.
Simple. Binary. Inescapable.
Varen stared into Silva’s eyes.
Not the measured gaze of diplomats. Not the calculated expression of career politicians. Not the practiced composure of international bureaucrats.
Raw certainty. Absolute conviction. The eyes of a man who had spent decades preparing for this exact moment and would accept nothing less than complete victory.
Silva wasn’t bluffing. Wasn’t posturing. Wasn’t making empty threats.
He would kill Varen without hesitation if refused. Would replace him with competent researchers who could replicate the work.
Varen’s enhanced mind calculated odds. Assessed options. Ran probabilities.
And found no path to victory.
Only choices about how to lose.
He took a slow breath. Released tension from muscles that wouldn’t save him. Let go of pride that would only get him killed.
And made his choice.
Varen turned. Walked toward the helicopter. Each step deliberate. Measured. The surrender of a rational man who understood when the game was lost.
Silva’s laughter rang across the rooftop. Genuine. Delighted.
“Excellent choice, Doctor!” His voice carried triumph mixed with approval. “I never expected anything less from someone of your intelligence.”
He gestured welcomingly toward the helicopter.
“You won’t regret this, I promise you. Together we’ll accomplish what the UN’s pathetic theater never could. We’ll reshape civilization itself. Build something worthy of the divine power we’ve claimed.”
Silva’s smile widened as Varen climbed aboard.
“Welcome,” he said simply, “to the new world order.”
