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Chapter 319 - CH: 317 Enemy of the World

So I am thinking of rewriting the Being a Necromancer in Dying Worlds work what do you think...

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{Chapter: 317 Enemy of the World}

An incredibly extravagant estate stood nestled within a pristine forest valley, where modern architecture blended seamlessly with old-world luxury. Towering glass buildings with sleek curves rose alongside aristocratic manors, their stone facades wrapped in ivy. The estate was surrounded by crystal-clear rivers and mist-shrouded mountains—truly a slice of paradise carved from Earth's finest landscapes.

"As expected of one of the wealthiest men on the planet," William mused, lounging on a high-end Italian leather sofa, one leg draped over the armrest. He peeled a banana lazily, taking a bite as he admired the view through the panoramic window. "He really knows how to enjoy the high life."

Ada sat elegantly on a nearby chaise lounge, crossing one leg over the other. Her brows furrowed in mild disapproval. "You do realize you just looted the private estate of the Bill Gates, right? One of the richest men alive. Are you sure this is… okay?"

William waved dismissively, his grin smug. "It's not just okay—it's an honor. He should feel blessed to be robbed by someone of my caliber."

Ada rolled her eyes. "So now it's a privilege to get robbed? You're unbelievable."

Alice stood by the glass wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "Well, considering the world now labels you as humanity's number one enemy, I guess it makes sense. You rob the rich and annoy the powerful. You're giving him… global clout," she said with heavy sarcasm.

Just then, a faint mechanical humming echoed in the room. White Queen opened her eyes—her pupils flickering with waves of cascading data.

"The United Nations is currently convening the 64th General Assembly," she announced calmly. "An emergency session has been called ahead of schedule. The primary agenda: discussing strategies to eliminate the most dangerous threat to mankind… William."

That caught William's attention. He perked up, his grin sharpening. "Oh? They're talking about me? Now this is entertainment. Queen, be a dear and stream the live broadcast. I want front-row seats."

At his request, White Queen's eyes glowed softly with green light. A few meters away, a swirling mist of particles materialized into a massive 3D holographic screen, displaying the interior of the grand UN chamber.

A tall, stern-faced Chinese diplomat stood at the central podium, passionately addressing the assembly. His voice echoed across the chamber, his words laced with fury and righteous indignation.

"On behalf of the People's Republic of China," he proclaimed, "we strongly condemn William's heinous acts. His actions are a betrayal of basic human morality, a direct threat to peace and stability. Justice shall triumph over evil, and he will inevitably face retribution! I urge William to lay down his weapons, surrender peacefully, and accept legal punishment. Otherwise, he will be forever cursed by all of mankind—his name reviled throughout history!"

William raised both hands with theatrical flair. "Protest! Condemn! Urge! Demand! Ah… China's good old traditional diplomatic rhetoric. Never fails to hit all the buzzwords."

Ada gave a nonchalant shrug. "They've always been like that. It's their signature style. Just smile and nod."

Alice snorted. "I still can't believe a country can respond with such polished politeness, no matter how severe the provocation. It's almost... theatrical."

William leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. "Well, I was once half-Chinese. Not really in a position to throw stones on glass walls."

The screen flickered as another delegate rose—this time, the South Korean representative, visibly agitated.

"China has no right to act like the moral high ground here!" he snapped, pointing a finger toward the Chinese diplomat. "William originated from your country. If anything, we suspect that he may still be receiving support from within your borders. Why else would the world's most powerful nations be unable to find him? Someone must be harboring him—and all fingers point at China!"

There was a loud murmur among the other representatives. The Japanese diplomat stood up next. "I support South Korea's claim. Not once has William launched any attack within Chinese territory. His operations always avoid their homeland. Coincidence? I think not."

"I agree!" shouted another delegate. "Same here!" echoed another voice.

One by one, country after country began to align their suspicions toward China, their accusations stacking up like kindling.

The Chinese representative wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow, clearly under pressure. "Please, everyone, calm down! Whether William originally came from China or not is irrelevant. I assure you, the Chinese government does not—and will not—condone terrorism or global threats. We are just as committed to neutralizing William as any other nation."

A sharp voice cut in, "Can you prove your innocence?"

The Chinese diplomat hesitated. "We have no direct evidence at the moment. However, to prove our sincerity, we are willing to commit significant resources to the global effort. China is prepared to deploy 100,000 troops—across the army, navy, and air force—and contribute 50 billion U.S. dollars in military aid and logistical support to any nations coordinating anti-William operations."

Inside the luxurious mountain estate, William snorted with amusement. "They're really going all in. Must be feeling the heat."

"You've turned world diplomacy into a circus," Ada muttered, almost in disbelief.

"I told you," William said, popping the last bite of banana into his mouth. "If you're going to be hated, might as well be world-class at it."

China's unexpected and extravagant offer immediately won a wave of thunderous applause from the General Assembly. Delegates from dozens of countries stood up in praise.

"China, we believe in you! Your actions show your sincerity!" one African delegate shouted in support.

"Such commitment to global peace cannot be ignored," another European diplomat declared with a nod of approval.

However, back in the luxurious villa nestled deep within the mountain forests, Queen White scoffed, her expression filled with open disdain.

"I've never seen a country act this foolishly," she sneered. "They have a mountain of issues to deal with internally—poverty, corruption, pollution—and yet they still throw billions at the world stage as if they're handing out party favors."

William leaned lazily against the sofa, arms stretched out as if he were enjoying a beach holiday. "Told you, it's a strange country. The whole logic over there operates on a completely different frequency."

"It's not just strange," Queen White muttered. "It's delusional."

Alice chuckled, brushing a lock of silver hair behind her ear. "But William, isn't this your moment? Such a grand event centered around you, the star of the show. Why aren't you attending it in person?"

"That's a good point," Ada added. "All this buzz and no guest of honor? Isn't that a bit anticlimactic?"

William grinned. "You're both right. What's the point of organizing a global festival of fear without the guest of honor? Let's not waste this opportunity."

Meanwhile, inside the vast chamber of the United Nations, the mood was celebratory. Delegates were busy shaking hands and praising China's offer when suddenly, a crisp, unfiltered voice echoed across the hall. It was deep, casual, and slightly amused.

"Are you all meeting to discuss how to deal with me?"

The voice did not come from the speakers. It seemed to penetrate through walls, minds, and even reason itself.

Startled gasps filled the room as officials looked around in confusion and dread.

"Look—up there!" someone cried, their voice cracking. "It's him! It's… it's Wi—Wi—Wi—"

Heads turned, necks craned. And then the air above the podium shimmered.

Suspended effortlessly above them was the infamous man they all feared: William, humanity's declared public enemy.

Panic erupted.

"WILLIAM! That's William—he's here! He's right above us!"

The once formal and composed conference dissolved into chaos. Officials bolted from their seats, scrambling toward the exits like panicked livestock.

"This is disappointing," William's calm voice mocked. "Just a minute ago, you were all so spirited, discussing how to chop me into pieces. Some of you sounded so righteous, I almost believed you had the guts to pull it off. But look at you now… Where's all that bravado?"

The doors refused to open.

Representatives pulled frantically at the handles. Some banged on the reinforced panels, screaming for assistance. Others began shoving and climbing over chairs and one another, abandoning all diplomatic dignity.

"Why won't the doors open?! This can't be happening!"

"Move aside! I'm the representative of the United States—let me through!"

"I'm from the United Kingdom, get your filthy hands off me!"

"I'm French! Don't push me like that!"

The shouting turned into jostling. Jostling turned into physical scuffles.

William watched the scene below, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Even if one of you were God's chosen envoy today," he said with a cold chuckle, "you're not going anywhere until I've finished speaking. Stop wasting your energy. These doors won't open until I say so."

He scanned the crowd of once-confident delegates, now reduced to red-faced panic and confusion.

"Fuck. Shut up!" William roared suddenly, his voice amplified like a thunderclap from the heavens.

The entire room went silent in an instant.

Men froze. Women clutched their mouths. Some even dropped to the floor instinctively.

"That's better," William said with a satisfied nod. "Now that's the kind of discipline I like to see. What happened to all that tough talk? A minute ago, you were demanding my execution."

One delegate, still trembling, stepped forward and stammered, "W-W-William… W-What are you doing here? What do you want from us?"

William smirked. "Relax. Don't soil your suits. This is just a projection—my real body is somewhere far, far away. I can't harm you even if I wanted to. Think of me as a ghost with Wi-Fi."

Murmurs began to ripple through the crowd as the delegates tried to regain their composure.

"Just a projection…" someone whispered in relief.

"He's not really here…"

A few diplomats straightened their ties and tried to regain their earlier authoritative presence.

"Well then," the representative of South Korea shouted boldly, pointing at the floating image of William, "you've made a grave mistake! You think you're safe hiding behind a hologram? We have formed a United Nations Coalition Army. Your days are numbered, William!"

"Yes!" another representative shouted. "The world stands united! There is nowhere left for you to hide!"

Others chimed in, emboldened by the fact that William was not physically present.

"You can't scare us with tricks and projections!"

William simply smiled, tilting his head slightly as if he were watching toddlers throwing a tantrum.

"Cute," he said calmly. "Let's see how united the world remains… when the storm I've prepared finally arrives."

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