Trigger warning: Upcoming content involves themes of abuse, slavery, and non-consensual acts. If you're sensitive to these topics or may get triggered, please skip this part or take a break. No judgment here if you need to go to your cry corner.
Ryuken as the narrator: "This will go against my moral of compass."
(At Human America in the white house).
Two presidents sit in the room, surrounded by media who are allowed to ask questions. Ryuken looks at the current U.S. President calmly, ignoring most of the inquiries from the media since they seem to come from unreliable news sources.
Ryuken, the leader of Orbmerica, desired good relations with the U.S. President. However, prior to his arrival at the White House, he was met with protests that attempted to block his path.
(Flashback).
Male Protester: ''Fuck you!''
He screams at the limousine as other protesters bang on it. However, Ryuken uses his good luck energy to remove them from the path, clearing the way for him to reach the White House.
(End of Flashback).
Ryuken: "I don't want to embarrass you on live television, but you need to take action against the rioters outside. I suggest twenty years imprisonment for those involved. The police department can't be afraid of taking control of the streets."
He says it calmly, maintaining eye contact with the U.S. President. Ryuken's gaze remains steady and composed as he speaks, his voice measured and even. The air in the room feels charged with an unspoken tension, the weight of his words hanging heavily between the two leaders.
The U.S. President: "We're trying to get everything under control. It'll take time."
He responds, his voice strained but calm. He leans back slightly in his chair, rubbing his temples as he continues to listen.
Ryuken: "That's not good enough."
He responds calmly, a subtle change in his tone betraying his growing frustration. Suddenly, with a flash of his good luck energy, the surrounding atmosphere shifts. The U.S. President feels a strange pressure, and before anyone can react, Ryuken smoothly assumes the U.S. Everything changes once Ryuken becomes the new U.S. President, his power altering the course of events instantaneously.
The former U.S. President stands there in disbelief. He knew the Orbmerica leader was powerful, but he had taken the seat without shedding a single drop of blood, his good luck energy making the impossible happen quietly and smoothly.
"I underestimated him," he mutters softly to himself.
A few days later, changes start to ripple through the government. Mayors, senators, and other key officials begin to be replaced by Ryuken's trusted allies. As Ryuken settles into his new role as U.S. President, he swiftly begins reshaping the government landscape.
Rules begin to shift dramatically under Ryuken's leadership.
The longstanding celebration of LGBT+ Pride Month in June is abruptly wiped from the calendar, the very idea of it now considered a criminal offense. Those who dare to spread the 'LGBT ideology' face a grim sentence: fifty years in prison.
Abortion is now deemed a criminal offense under Ryuken's new regime. Those who choose to perform or assist in the procedure face a severe penalty: twenty-five years in prison. Including the women who choose to have it.
Protesting is now strictly regulated under Ryuken's new laws. Any form of protest deemed disruptive - blocking traffic, looting, occupying buildings - carries a devastating penalty: one hundred years imprisonment. Only peaceful protest is permitted under the new regime. The streets grow quieter overnight as news spreads of the harsh new rules.
Mass deportations begin without delay under Ryuken's iron-fisted rule. Those who entered the United States illegally face immediate expulsion. Furthermore, any American citizen found guilty of aiding or abetting illegal immigrants will have their citizenship revoked, rendering them stateless.
Any individual who publicly chants 'Death to America' or attempts to pledge allegiance to another nation will immediately have their U.S. citizenship revoked under Ryuken's stringent policies. They will be forcibly deported to the country they express allegiance towards, effectively banishing them from America forever.
Trans surgeries are now illegal under Ryuken's regime. Those caught performing or advocating for such procedures face fifty years imprisonment. The 'trans ideology' is deemed a criminal offense, and any individual found spreading it will be sentenced accordingly.
In the days that follow, America grows eerily silent. Crime rates plummet dramatically under Ryuken's strict regime. However, a small but determined group of citizens begins to fight back against Ryuken's oppressive laws. Their efforts are swiftly met with resistance from heavily militarized police forces.
Cities and towns have been transformed - crime scenes cleaned up, parks manicured, every street spotless. The enforcement of Ryuken's strict laws has brought order unlike America has ever seen. Police presence is omnipresent, ensuring that even the slightest hint of disorder is swiftly dealt with.
A year passes under Ryuken's rule and America stands transformed - peaceful and orderly like never before. Food is pure and chemical-free thanks to strict regulations.The streets are devoid of illegal immigrants due to mass deportations.No gun violence occurs due to stringent background checks.The absence of disruptive protests has restored calm to public spaces.
Ryuken's leadership now extends over both Obmerica and America, with a single year of his rule having turned the nation into the safest in the human world. The combination of strict laws, efficient enforcement, and a focus on public well-being has resulted in an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity.
(At Elias's House).
Under Ryuken's regime, public displays of homosexuality are now illegal. Elias stands in front of his bathroom mirror, whispering 'I'm gay' to himself. He knows that expressing his sexuality in public could result in severe punishment. He can only be open about his sexuality within the privacy of his own home.
Elias: "I AM GAY!!!"
In the safety of his own four walls, Elias lets out a forceful shout his voice echoing through his empty house. For now, these walls are his sanctuary, where he can openly express his identity without fear of consequence.
Elias: "How could this be real?! I hate him! I HATE HIM!"
He screams in frustration and anger. He pounds his reflection in the mirror with his fist, shattering the glass. His knuckles bleed, matching his inner turmoil.
Elias: "This is bullshit! Waaaaa!"
He heard a knocked at the bathroom door as he looks back to open the door just to see his boyfriend Michael.
Michael: "Did you hurt yourself again?"
He gazes at him calmly, his hands firmly grasping a first aid kit.
Elias: "Well, yeah, since we're living under Ryuken's America, Pride Month doesn't exist anymore. What am I supposed to be?"
He looks at Michael, his white slave, with a soft expression.
Michael: "I don't know about you, but I believe this is a good thing since crime rates have been down for over a year. The food is much healthier, and there's no racism among people anymore. The bad elements have been eliminated. Elias, isn't this a good thing?"
He speaks softly, maintaining eye contact with Elias, who darkens his expression in evident disagreement.
Elias: "Stupid white fuck,"
He spat angrily, his hand snatching a shard of glass from the floor and hurling it at Michael. It struck him sharply across the cheek, drawing blood instantly. Michael staggered back, shock and pain etched on his face as he pressed a hand to the wound.
Elias: "I hate whites like you, always ruining this country!"
He screamed. He decided then and there to do something unthinkable. He grabbed Michael roughly by the wrist, dragging him towards the bedroom.
Elias: "Spread your legs,"
He growled menacingly, already unbuckling his belt to rape Michael.
Michael: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I promise I won't talk again!"
He sobbed, his body shaking with fear as he spread his legs obediently, tears streaming down his face. Elias, fueled by rage and a twisted desire for dominance, loomed over him, his intentions clear.
Elias: "As a black man, I'll make sure you know your fucking place!"
He snarled, grabbing Michael's hips harshly and shoving his cock inside roughly without any lubrication. Michael screamed in pain as Elias started pounding into him violently, each thrust accompanied by racist slurs and degrading remarks.
Michael's cries of pain echoed through the room as he desperately pressed a hidden button, sending out an emergency signal. In a flash of blinding green light, Elias was suddenly immobilized, handcuffs appearing out of thin air and wrapping tightly around his wrists.
Elias looked up, his eyes wide with shock as Ryuken himself suddenly appeared right before him - tall, imposing, and radiating authority in his sleek green uniform. Michael quickly covered himself with a blanket, hugging it tightly around his trembling form as he cowered against the wall.
Ryuken: "Racism isn't allowed in the United States,"
He said sternly, his voice echoing through the room like thunder. He glared at Elias with piercing green eyes filled with disapproval. His men stepped forward swiftly, grabbing Elias by the arms and hauling him away despite his furious struggles.
Ryuken: "You're fine now."
He said calmly, his voice steady and reassuring. As both King and the new President of the United States, he looked directly into Michael's eyes with unwavering sincerity.
Ryuken: "I shall protect you."
Ryuken's gaze fell upon the silver collar around Michael's neck, and his expression darkened. He recognized it immediately as a symbol of ownership from the disreputable grooming company run by the now-deported people of color. Michael was a white slave, forced into this life against his will.
(In his mind).
"I thought I revoked the citizenship of those who choose to perpetrate violence based on someone's skin color, so it seems this grooming company, which turns young white children into slaves for people of color, has evaded my notice."
(Out of his mind).
Ryuken stepped aside, allowing the paramedics to rush in and tend to Michael's injuries with gentle care. His mind raced as he realized that this couldn't be solely human cruelty; there must be an orb involved sharing its power and influence with those racist humans who had been deported.
(At Mexico's Border).
Kaito's eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as he successfully smuggled another batch of young white children into the New United States of America. He smirked wickedly, snapping a silver collar around the neck of a small, terrified white boy without a shred of remorse.
Kaito: "I do enjoy someone's suffering,"
Kaito purred, adjusting the collar with deliberate care. His smirk deepened as he watched the child tremble, clearly deriving pleasure from the fear and discomfort on the boy's innocent face.
This will continue in the next chapter