The underground chamber was silent, except for the low hum of machines monitoring Mirshad's vitals. His eyes were closed, his body still, but his mind was awake — sharper than ever before.
On the massive screen in front of him, data flowed like a river — global stock markets, currency exchange rates, trade routes, shipping manifests, black market deals, government contracts — everything connected to the world's money.
This wasn't just information.
This was the foundation of a new empire.
BOSS was being born.
Faisal stood with Rayyan, Malik, and Ameer — each of them watching in awe as the system they helped build came to life.
Ameer, the tech mastermind, couldn't hide his grin. "This isn't just a system, Faisal… this is a living mind connected directly to Mirshad."
Malik's eyes narrowed. "You're telling me this kid can control the entire world's financial flow… just by thinking?"
Ameer nodded. "Not just control it — predict it, manipulate it, and rewrite it in real time."
Rayyan crossed his arms. "So, what's the first command?"
Faisal smiled faintly. "We let him decide."
In the darkness of his mind, Mirshad stood inside a vast empty space, stars swirling around him. Before him, a giant holographic interface appeared — every financial institution, every bank, every company, every illegal offshore account — all accessible with a single thought.
The AI he created, codename: JINN, appeared beside him — a sleek metallic humanoid, its eyes glowing with soft blue light.
"Welcome back, Mirshad," JINN spoke, its voice a perfect blend of calm intelligence and raw power. "The world's wealth is yours to shape. What is your command?"
Mirshad's eyes glowed faintly — not red, not blue, but a deep, untouchable gold.
"The first command…"
He paused, feeling the weight of this moment — his old self would have hesitated, doubted.
But MRD didn't doubt. BOSS didn't fear.
"Erase my past. Every trace of Mirshad — from school records to hospital files to every government database. Make him a ghost."
JINN's eyes flickered. "Confirmed. Erasing all traces."
"Second command — create BOSS. A name with no face, no history, no origin. A financial entity so powerful that no one can challenge it."
JINN's hands moved across the interface, building the legend in real-time. Shell companies were created in seconds — each one controlling a piece of global trade, energy, defense contracts, and technology.
BOSS wasn't just a man.
BOSS became a system — a myth — a force.
On the surface, the brothers watched as Ameer's screen filled with company names — new corporations appearing faster than they could count.
"Oil… gold… pharmaceuticals… space tech… even agriculture…" Ameer's voice trembled. "He's not building a company — he's building the spine of the global economy."
Malik grinned. "This kid… he's about to own the world."
Rayyan's face stayed serious. "And nobody even knows he exists."
Faisal placed a hand on the glass separating them from Mirshad's chamber.
"You're not just building wealth, son.
You're building untouchable power.
When the time comes, not even armies will be able to move without your permission."
Inside his mind, Mirshad spoke the third command.
"Every transaction, every deal, every piece of money that moves through the shadows — I want to see it before it happens."
JINN's eyes flickered brighter. "Confirmed. You will see the future — because you will own it."
On a golden digital document, BOSS's official seal was created — a circle of fire surrounding a single black chess piece:
The King.
The document simply read:
BOSS - The Wealth of the World.
No Face.
No Name.
Only Power.
Far away, in boardrooms and government offices, strange shifts in power began.
Companies merged without explanation.
Billion-dollar accounts moved silently between nations.
Energy contracts vanished and reappeared under new ownership — all tied to a name no one could trace.
In the heart of this storm, a single encrypted message was sent to the world's top financial and political leaders:
"The King is Dead.
The System Has a New Master.
You Don't Need to See Me — You Only Need to Obey.
Signed,
BOSS."