Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 832: A Tyrant and A Visionary

The assembled leaders remained in a state of quiet anticipation, awaiting Jason's retort to Agnes's statements. The daunting task of unifying Earth was acknowledged, a feat that had eluded countless individuals before. However, none possessed Jason's unique power, leaving open the possibility of a different outcome with his approach. Jason leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees, emphasizing the gravitas of his declaration to the attentive audience. He then uttered words that carried unprecedented danger.

"It appears you've misunderstood my intent, Agnes. My intention was not to request your cooperation in setting aside differences. I was issuing a command: heed my directive, or face the repercussions."

"What nonsense is this!?"

"Are you attempting to establish a dictatorship!"

"We shall never consent to this! Our governance is democratic!"

"If you compel us to align with these scoundrels, you might as well end our lives!"

"I will never stand alongside a detestable American!"

"You Russian curs deserve to perish!"

"Silence, you imbecile! Your origins are from South Africa! You hold no sway in this assembly!"

"Confront me directly if you dare! I will demonstrate the capabilities of South Africans!"

DOON!

Stella's formidable power surged through the chamber, instantly compelling the leaders, who were on the verge of rising, back to their seats in submission. Their gazes shifted to Jason, who remained unfazed by their vocal dissent. He resumed his address without missing a beat.

"Refusal is not an option I am offering. I recognize the deep-seated divisions among you that will not vanish overnight. I am not naive. However, I refuse to let your futile preoccupation with conflict impede this world's potential for advancement. Retain your nations, preserve your borders. I have no desire to dismantle them. But understand this: this world now operates under new leadership. To that end, I will take whatever measures are necessary to propel humanity into a new era. If that requires dragging you forward while you flail and cry out like petulant children, then so be it."

"Your words may paint you as a visionary, but in reality, you are nothing more than a tyrant."

Jason turned in response to the voice, identifying the speaker as Yulev Stragga, currently acknowledged as the world's preeminent superhuman. Stragga, an individual of SSS Rank, would typically be the one dictating terms to global leaders. However, in this present circumstance, he was merely another captive under Jason's control. Stragga rose, his expression resolute, and declared:

"You are a murderer, Jason Marc! You occupy your lofty position, feigning virtue, but you are no righteous man! You terminated my brother simply for harboring ideals divergent from yours! You possess no legitimate authority to impose dictates upon us!"

Jason's brow furrowed slightly. For a fleeting moment, he pondered the specifics of his encounter with Stragga's brother, having dispatched countless individuals whose memories blurred. A subordinate, however, chimed in from within Jason's pocket dimension. Jason acknowledged this with a hum before summoning Yuslev, the former leader of the New Order.

"B-Brother...!"

Stragga recoiled in astonishment as his brother materialized beside Jason. He had witnessed his brother's demise, confirming his death. This reappearance left him utterly reeling. Turning his furious gaze upon Jason, Stragga bellowed:

"What foul sorcery have you wrought upon my brother! Have you reduced him to one of your thralls?"

Jason hummed affirmatively.

"Indeed, I have."

Stragga's fury ignited, his voice trembling with rage.

"How dare you—!?"

As Stragga advanced, he abruptly halted, a blade pressed against his throat. Swiveling his head, he saw the Sovereign restraining him. Stragga gulped, a trickle of blood emerging from the point of contact. Jason's eyes sharpened.

"Retreat, Stragga."

Stragga inhaled sharply, regaining a semblance of composure before heeding the command and stepping back. Jason then spoke, his tone measured.

"I believe I've clarified this matter previously, but for absolute certainty, I shall reiterate. The individuals I eliminate and bring under my dominion are exclusively those who posed a threat to my life or the lives of my loved ones. I do not engage in random killing. Your brother, Stragga, was far from a virtuous individual, which makes your current stance perplexing. Yuslev was responsible for the deaths of over five hundred thousand people within a mere few months, and his killing spree would have continued unabated had I not intervened. Do not stand there attempting to cast me as some malevolent tyrant. While I am no paragon of virtue and have never claimed to be, I will not countenance such baseless accusations from someone of your standing."

"!"

A surge of indignation flared anew within Stragga, yet he bit down hard on his inner cheek, keenly aware of the Sovereign's continued presence beside him. Jason surveyed the assembled leaders, his gaze sweeping over them.

"I do not relish taking lives. However, I can guarantee that the lives I have ended will bring me no sleepless nights. I extend this solemn warning to each of you. If ever the moment arrives when I perceive you hindering this world's progress, or if you actively oppose those striving for our collective advancement, I will eliminate you and all involved without a shred of hesitation. Whether you deem me a benevolent figure or a tyrant is of no consequence. Be aware that I am the executioner's sword poised above your necks, and the instant I ascertain your obstruction, your heads will fall."

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Heads turned towards the front of the room, drawn by the sound of applause. A few leaders furrowed their brows as they recognized the source: the President of the United States, Ronald Strauss! Rising to his feet, Ronald spread his arms wide, a broad smile gracing his features.

"Magnificently spoken, Jason Marc! My own words could not have articulated it better! Indeed, you are undeniably more than qualified to preside as the overseer of this dawning new era for humanity! We are profoundly fortunate to have someone of your caliber guiding us into the future, and as you are already aware, you possess my unwavering support!"

The President's tone was bombastic and effusive, prompting many of the leaders present to emit indignant snorts. They fully grasped the underlying implications of his speech! The sole reason for Ronald's swift and unequivocal acceptance was Jason's identity. Foremost, Jason was an American citizen. Consequently, it was patently obvious that America would inevitably become the epicenter of this new world order, a direct result of this connection. Ronald was implicitly asserting his superiority over the other leaders in the room.

Jason observed the President, his expression akin to that of a scientist examining a specimen, and a scowl touched his lips. Jason was acutely aware of Ronald's maneuvering. Despite this, and even though he found it distasteful, Jason's lack of interest precluded him from taking any action.