The world had seen power. They had seen MRD tear through storms, break gods with a single strike, silence evil without raising his voice. But today… He didn't fly. He didn't fight. He didn't stand in fire or lightning. He simply… spoke. Across every screen, phone, and device, his face appeared — calm, unmasked, human. His voice was not commanding. It was peaceful. "Hi everyone… sorry for the disturbance. I just want to ask one thing. You've all seen my face now. I'm not hiding it anymore." The world watched in breathless stillness. He glanced to the side, where Sophia leaned gently on his shoulder. "I've been a protector. I've been your shield, your storm, your voice in silence. But now… I want to be something else." "A husband. A father. A man."
He did not shout. He did not demand. "Please… let me enjoy time with my family. Let me walk the streets with my wife. Play with my children. Laugh with my brothers. Let me be normal when I choose to — because I have given you more than enough when I had to." He smiled faintly. "I'll always be here when darkness returns. But when peace exists… allow me to live in it." And with that, the feed ended.
Tears. Applause. Silence. From presidents to farmers. From students to soldiers. From news anchors to children. "He gave us a world worth living in… let him live in it too." "He saved my daughter. My family. My country. If he asks for peace, it's the least we can give." "MRD, you have our promise. You're not just our savior… you're one of us."
Every major network broke protocol. CNN. Al Jazeera. BBC. Times Now. Sky News. NHK. Local stations in the smallest villages. All aired the same unified message: "Out of respect for MRD, we will not invade his privacy. We ask our viewers, followers, and the world to protect this man's peace." For the first time in history, the lenses turned away — not by fear… but by love.
The mask had never been for protection. It had been for privacy. And now, he didn't need it. Because the people understood. Because they honored it. Because they no longer feared him. They loved him. He no longer had to hide. Because when a god chooses to walk among men as one of them… the world does not just watch. It protects him.