Egyptian.
A common word,
used to describe an entire people,
and a single individual from the people of Egypt.
An ordinary word,
nothing special about it…
or so we believe.
Or is it?
It was spoken by the Head of the Organization of Economy, Mostafa,
in front of all the Egyptian leaders.
So what did he mean by saying it before them?
Was he claiming to be better than them?
Or was he declaring that he bears the responsibility of this word—
and its weight?
I am Egyptian.
But in the end, his intention does not matter.
He said it… and that was it.
And he will bear its meanings,
and he will bear its weight as well.
Mostafa looked at everyone present, then said:
"This is the first achievement we will accomplish.
What do you think?"
Minister Hussein spoke:
"If this achievement is truly accomplished, we will fear nothing.
But… do you think other countries will leave us alone?
Or the nations of other worlds?
Could this not awaken their greed instead of allowing us to control them?
Would they not try to bring down this empire you want to build—
an empire that controls the economy of the universe,
the richest empire across dimensions,
holding the best resources beneath it?
What would happen to us then?
And do not forget—we are human.
Half of humanity will be consumed by arrogance,
and that will corrupt our relations with other races.
These feelings will accumulate within them,
and in the end… they will explode.
And that will be the end of an empire
that has not even begun yet."
The attendees looked at him,
and said to themselves:
"He has started again…
No matter how time changes,
Minister Hussein remains the same—
the pessimistic one we know."
Commander Ibrahim replied:
"Why are you even here in the first place?
Didn't we vote to kick you out seven years ago?
And we all agreed?
And aren't you the Minister of Antiquities and Egyptian Culture?
Why do you act like you understand everything,
and pessimistic about all of it too?
Just focus on your specialty
and let us imagine without discouragement."
Then he sighed and continued:
"I was imagining retirement…
being an important figure in this empire.
Enjoying my life with my children and grandchildren,
maybe even having new kids…
and finally cheating on my wife."
Sadness appeared in his eyes,
a deep sense of despair,
as he imagined himself with beautiful women
from different races…
enjoying life.
Then everything shattered.
Some of the attendees comforted Ibrahim,
as if they were thinking the same thing.
Ibrahim continued:
"It was hell…
work at work, work at home, dealing with my wife.
And just when I thought about retirement and the future,
you come and remind me
how much work is still waiting for me."
Everyone in the hall laughed,
and the heavy, serious atmosphere broke.
Hussein looked at Ibrahim,
smiled, and whispered calmly:
"I'll tell her everything."
Even though he whispered,
everyone in the hall heard him.
How could the strongest men on Earth not hear it?
All eyes turned to Ibrahim,
waiting for his reaction.
Ibrahim: -ــ-
He quickly turned to Mostafa and said:
"Honestly…
Minister Hussein is right.
His words are serious.
How did you not think about these consequences and risks?
You need to involve Minister Hussein in your thinking—
and make him suffer with you."
Mostafa was about to speak,
but Ibrahim interrupted him:
"Silence… you're still going to talk?"
Then he looked at everyone and said:
"I have an idea…
We kick Mostafa out.
He's not doing his job properly,
his performance is below expectations."
Everyone laughed at the sudden change,
and they understood the joke.
Mostafa smiled,
aware they were joking,
and enjoyed the lighter atmosphere.
Then he said calmly:
"Thank you, Minister Hussein.
And thank you, Commander Ibrahim,
for your concern and ideas.
But do not worry…
all of this was taken into account.
And do not worry about other countries
or the nations of other worlds rejecting this—
because they will agree.
The next achievement we want
is establishing branches of the Organization of Economy
in other worlds and dimensions.
The goal is not just expansion or more money.
Rather…
currency exchange,
acting as banks,
spreading the internet and modern technologies,
and most importantly…
controlling public awareness.
We will make it all feel natural.
We will start with weak nations in other worlds,
strengthening them gradually.
When other weak nations see this,
they will ally with us so they are not left behind.
And when empires see that these nations have grown strong
and can trade easily with other worlds,
they too will ally with us.
And since the branches will appear to be
under their influence within their lands,
they will believe we are under their control—
and they will feel secure.
But the truth…
these branches are nothing but a shell.
Artificial intelligence,
and staff who only monitor and analyze.
As for Earth's nations,
they will not reject this.
On the contrary…
the dream of humanity today
is traveling between worlds.
Earth's nations will trade,
and their people will not allow this peace to be broken.
Yes,
some humans will become arrogant
and treat other races badly.
But do not forget…
the Organization of Al-Adl exists for that reason as well.
And we will not awaken their greed,
because we are not the richest.
There will be wealthy figures within their own nations,
they will focus on them,
and we will remain mere intermediaries.
Finally…
do not forget that the six organizations
which the world believes are separate,
are in fact
under the command of the Egyptian army."
Silence filled the room.
Then all eyes turned to one person…
Commander Abdelrahman,
the man who made the army stronger,
more secretive,
and more terrifying
than ever before.
The President of Egypt spoke:
"Thank you, Mostafa,
for this report and the achievements to come.
I wish you success.
And in the coming meetings,
I want to see these achievements
fully realized."
Then he said:
"Please, take your seat."
Mostafa thanked everyone and sat down.
The President of Egypt looked at the attendees and said:
"Sind…
give us your report."
The atmosphere froze in an instant.
Time seemed to slow.
Sweat appeared on the foreheads of some.
They all looked at one man…
a man capable of doing this to them.
Sind,
Head of the Fifth Secret Organization:
Intelligence.
His other identity…
the most dangerous man in the underworld,
the ruler of black markets.
But these identities were secret.
No one knew who he truly was,
or that he controlled them.
The only known identity:
the head of one of the richest families in Upper Egypt.
Sind, the head of the secret intelligence organization,
a man who possessed files
that could make everyone commit suicide if he wished.
Sind smiled,
stood calmly,
as if time meant nothing to him.
He looked at them,
then glanced at Hossam,
Head of the Sinai Global Academy,
provoking him with his gaze.
Hossam burned with anger,
nearly exploding,
wanting to punch him and shatter that look on his face.
Sind spoke, completely relaxed:
"Peace be upon you.
And I will not ask about your condition,
because I already know everything about you.
My report is one sentence: Did you hear what Mostafa said?
It is correct.
He would not have spoken a single word
unless I told him to—
because I was certain
that no one in this world
knows what I do not want them to know.
Everything is under control.
No information will leak…
as long as I exist.
Shall we begin with the achievements
of the Intelligence Organization?"
Next Stop:
Achievements of the Intelligence Organization
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"What do you think? A new chapter, and we're back to the old schedule. I feel like I'll be envied like this... just kidding! What are your thoughts on the chapter, and what are your expectations?
And what do you think about the character 'Sand'? He has finally appeared. So what do you believe he will do from now on? Also, stay away from him... because he knows everything about you.
His name meant "support"… but he was also their leash.
See you in the next chapter."