With the return of Mustafa, the Egyptian CEO, and the representatives of the Arab countries, all the attendees in the room were watching with anticipation. Everyone knew that the upcoming moment would be decisive.
Mustafa sat in his place, then looked at everyone seriously and said:
"Now that every country understands its role, I will clarify it quickly."
Then he continued, "China will take charge of building the stations and obelisks, aligned with the Silk Road, which will first extend across the ancient continents..."
But before he could finish, Zack interrupted him angrily:
"What do you mean by that?! How will the Americas be connected? Do you intend for China to build stations inside America?! Are you joking with me?!"
Mustafa looked at him calmly, as if he didn't understand the reason for his anger, then said:
"Not just that, Mr. Zack."
Then he continued with a more serious tone:
"In collaboration with Egyptian and Chinese experts, we have determined that the best way to transfer energy is through Nikola Tesla's technology, allowing electricity to exist in the air. Since you are too far away, and we cannot build stations in the seas and oceans due to the weather and winds, we found that the optimal solution is to direct energy through stations in Russia, as it is the closest to America. From there, the energy will be transferred to you."
Zack fell silent for a moment before he realized Mustafa's true intent. The goal wasn't just to provide America with energy—it was to make it dependent on Russia for its power supply. In other words, if Russia decided to cut off the supply at any moment, America would face a catastrophic crisis.
"Is this a setup?! Do the Egyptians know we were behind the attempts to discredit them in the past? Is this revenge?! Do they want to topple America's dominance?!"
Doubts began creeping into his mind, but then he realized something else...
"Why did Mustafa repeat this point again? Does he want us to renegotiate? They want to push everyone into conflict while Egypt quietly achieves its goals!"
He looked at Mustafa, who seemed completely in control of the meeting. When he had read his file earlier, he hadn't found anything special, but now he realized that this man had been steering the meeting's direction from the start. That was terrifying in itself.
Zack was angry, but he couldn't back down now. He realized that Mustafa had pushed them into a tight corner.
At that moment, the representatives of China and Russia understood Mustafa's intentions, but they remained silent, aware that their Egyptian partner was no ordinary man.
Then Mustafa spoke, looking at them with confidence:
"Instead of wasting time, let's move on to the important matters."
Silence filled the room for a moment, giving everyone a chance to process the situation.
"Now, we will discuss the project's cost, company regulations, profit distribution, and ownership allocation."
He then continued with a slight smile, observing how the representatives' expressions revealed their true motives and hidden greed.
**"The initial cost of the project is estimated at $300 billion, distributed as follows:
The Golden Dome: $75 billion.
China: $100 billion for constructing the stations and obelisks, with potential discussions for additional funding.
America and the European Union: $100 billion.
The remaining $25 billion will be allocated to salaries, workers, and operational plans.
As for the funding nations, the Arabs, China, Europe, and America will cover their costs, but the Arabs will bear a larger share. Isn't that right, Mr. Saeed?"**
Saeed nodded and said in a friendly tone:
"Don't worry, Mustafa, we will follow through with the plan."
Then Mustafa continued:
"The company's regulations will be clear and strict to prevent exploitation or manipulation of the project. As for the profits, in the first year alone, they will reach $1.5 trillion, and they are expected to increase in the coming years."
Upon hearing that number, all parties felt an unprecedented excitement. No one cared about politics or hidden agendas anymore—everyone was now focused on the immense profits their countries would gain.
Mustafa then detailed the profit distribution based on company ownership:
Egypt: 60%
Arabs: 10%
China & Russia: 10%
America: 5%
European Union: 7%
The remaining 8% will go to scientists and researchers.
Mustafa smiled victoriously as he saw that everyone now understood why he had revealed his plan to America in advance. At this point, no one could object, and all parties were forced to accept the terms.
After moments of discussion and private conversations, the agreement was finalized. The project was now officially underway.
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Two Years Later
A massive pyramid stood tall under the sun, its golden dome reflecting the light like a beacon. The scene was a blend of advanced technology and ancient Egyptian architecture, as if something from a sci-fi world had come to life.
Below, scientific and engineering teams were working tirelessly, overcoming every obstacle faced over the past two years. Global media were present, waiting for the decisive moment—the long-anticipated activation of the project.
Mustafa stood alongside the world's representatives, with Yaqub and Soma beside him, observing silently. Soma looked exhausted, but he had grown used to it, while David was excited, smiling as he spoke to his friend and brother, proudly pointing at the pyramid.
A journalist eagerly asked Mustafa:
"Mr. Mustafa, how do you feel as you stand on the verge of activating the greatest global project of the modern era?"
Mustafa smiled and said:
"We are all happy. Every worker on this project is proud of what we have achieved. This is not just an accomplishment for Egypt but for the entire world. We also thank our ancestors for this great discovery."
As the conversation continued and cameras captured every moment, something unexpected happened…
Somewhere, no one heard the voice. It wasn't the voice of a man or a woman, but something deep, as if awakening for the first time after a long slumber.
"Oh… has the time arrived so soon?"
"Nothing truly outruns the passage of days."
Its tone was playful, yet carried something eerie.
At that moment, although no one heard the voice, Yaqub, Soma, and David felt an inexplicable unease. It wasn't an audible sound but a presence that resonated in their minds, sending chills down their spines.
Then, the voice continued in a calm yet amused tone:
"Things are about to get interesting from now on..."
Mustafa stood before the control center, everyone awaiting the final command. He took a deep breath and said clearly:
"Begin."
But at that moment, This voice echoed once more, perfectly synchronized with his words:
"Begin…"
Then…
A faint tremor shook the ground beneath them, and the pyramid's core began glowing with immense energy, as if yearning to be unleashed…
The lights flared, and the sky trembled, as if preparing for an event never before witnessed by the world.
Then, suddenly, energy surged from the golden dome, shooting toward the sky, as if trying to break through the boundaries of this world. It didn't follow the planned path toward the obelisks or stations; instead, it aimed upwards—toward space itself.
Everyone there—scientists, politicians, even journalists—stood in awe. It was a mesmerizing moment… but it carried an underlying fear.
Then, unexpectedly, the energy struck an invisible barrier, as if something was preventing it from escaping.
The next stop: the emergence of a new power... secret organizations... and the beginning of political turmoil.
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