Getting A System In A Modern World

Chapter 319  The Wounds Of War

The world was still reeling from the aftermath of the war. Smoke no longer rose from battlefields, but its stench lingered in the minds of those who had witnessed the chaos.

Cities once brimming with life were now shadows of their former selves, their streets lined with crumbled buildings and the shattered remnants of lives disrupted by violence.

In Cambodia, a child stood barefoot on cracked pavement, staring at a towering steel structure that now dominated the skyline.

It was one of Silas Kurt's energy facilities, its gleaming panels capturing sunlight and converting it into electricity for the nearby towns.

For the boy and his family, it was more than a power plant—it was a symbol of hope, of someone who cared enough to rebuild what the war had torn apart.

Across the Atlantic, in Europe, the atmosphere was starkly different. Protests erupted in major cities, their crowds swelling with anger and frustration.

Placards demanding justice and accountability filled the streets. Chanting voices bounced off the walls of government buildings, calling for resignations, explanations, and change.

Yet, for all the anger directed at their leaders, one name was whispered more than any other: Silas Kurt.

For some, he was the savior who had done what their governments could not. For others, he was a tyrant-in-waiting, a man whose unchecked power threatened the fragile balance of the world.

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While all these was happening, Silas was listening to reports from Luna and watching from the holographic screens in the underground facility.

{Reconstruction efforts in South America and Africa are proceeding at an accelerated pace.

However, resistance to your involvement continues to grow in Europe and parts of Asia. Several nations are working to undermine your influence.}

Silas leaned forward, his elbows resting on the edge of the sleek control console. His sharp gaze shifted between the screens.

"Resistance was expected," he said calmly. "They fear what they don't understand. But fear alone doesn't justify their actions."

He gestured toward the screen displaying protest footage from Paris. "What's their latest move?"

{Several nations have convened an emergency summit in Geneva. The primary agenda is to limit your technological contributions and establish oversight of your activities. It appears they are framing your efforts as a threat to global sovereignty.}

Silas exhaled slowly, a faint trace of amusement crossing his face. "Oversight," he muttered. "That's a polite way of saying they want control."

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In a grand conference hall in Geneva, world leaders and their representatives sat around a polished wooden table. The air was heavy with tension. Some wore expressions of quiet determination, while others barely concealed their frustration.

A U.S. senator, his voice firm and unwavering, began. "Silas Kurt has taken it upon himself to dictate the terms of global recovery. His technology, while undeniably advanced, poses an existential threat to the autonomy of nations. We cannot allow one man to wield such unchecked influence."

From across the room, a South American delegate raised her hand, her voice cutting through the murmurs.

"You speak of autonomy, yet where was that concern when my country was left to fend for itself during the war? Silas Kurt didn't just bring us aid—he gave us the tools to rebuild. If you truly care about sovereignty, perhaps you should have considered ours."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words impossible to ignore.

A European representative interjected, trying to steer the conversation back. "This isn't about discrediting what Silas has accomplished. It's about ensuring transparency. The world has seen what he's capable of, and that power must be accountable to more than just one man."

Back and forth the arguments went, neither side willing to yield. But beneath the surface, alliances were forming, and plots were being laid. For some, the Geneva Accord was merely a façade, a diplomatic cover for plans far more sinister.

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While politicians debated, the people spoke with their feet. In cities across Europe and North America, the protests intensified. In some places, the demonstrations were peaceful, with citizens gathering to demand answers from their governments. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In others, the anger boiled over into violence, as riots broke out and law enforcement struggled to maintain order.

One viral moment captured the world's attention: a teenage girl standing on the steps of a government building in Berlin, holding a handmade sign that read:

"Silas Kurt saved us. What did you do?"

Her speech, raw and impassioned, resonated across social media. "We were told to trust our leaders, to believe they had our best interests at heart. But when the world was falling apart, they waged war while Silas rebuilt. You call him a threat? He's done more for us in six months than you've done in six years."

Her words spread like wildfire, galvanizing supporters of Silas and deepening the divide between the people and their governments.

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Unmoved by the resistance from world leaders, Silas pressed forward with his reconstruction efforts.

His advanced drones, capable of assembling entire buildings in days, worked tirelessly in regions devastated by the war. His energy networks powered cities that had been dark for months.

Hospitals built with his technology began saving lives, their equipment years ahead of anything else in the world.

But for every step forward, there were whispers of sabotage. In a small town in Eastern Europe, an energy facility funded by Silas mysteriously exploded, plunging the area into darkness.

In Asia, shipments of his medical supplies were intercepted and destroyed, their contents scattered in the dirt.

Luna reported these incidents as they occurred, her voice tinged with urgency.

{Master, multiple acts of sabotage have been detected. These actions are likely coordinated by factions within the Geneva Accord.}

Silas's expression hardened. "They think cutting corners will stop progress. All they've done is give me a reason to double down."

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In the shadows, new alliances began to form. Representatives from several nations met in secret, their discussions cloaked in secrecy. The Black Hand might have been eradicated, but the desire for control remained.

"We cannot allow him to shape the future unchecked," one voice argued. "He's building a world where we have no say."

Another voice countered, colder and more calculating. "If you're proposing to confront him head-on, don't bother. We've seen how that ends. We need something subtler. Something he won't see coming."

As the meeting concluded, plans were set into motion. They would not confront Silas directly, but they would find his weaknesses and exploit them, piece by piece.

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Late one night, Silas stood alone in his room, lost in thought. He thought of the people he had helped, the lives he had saved—and the ones he hadn't.

{The world's governments are becoming increasingly adversarial. Several factions are already coordinating efforts against you.}

Silas didn't respond immediately. He looked at the screen displaying the protests, his expression unreadable. "It's human nature to resist what they don't understand," he said finally. "But they'll come around. They always do."

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