Chapter 43 Path To World Domination

"Alright, make sure to recruit all members of your gang into this," Noah told the tattooed-headed man named 'Marco'.

"Understood," Marco nodded at his orders.

As he took his leave with his hands slid into the pockets of his hoodie, he glanced back to see the gang member turned soldiers of his 'New Order Military' equipping themselves in full-kevlar armor, preparing their weapons.

'They'll all probably be wiped out, but the damage they'll do won't be undone. Alright…There's a few more gangs in this city I need to pay a visit to,' he thought.

Using ["Spatial Warp"], he repeated what he'd done at the warehouse, casually infiltrating the territory of gangs. One such gang that ruled an entire sector of the city had their headquarters located inside a tucked-away, gang-ran bar.

'The 'Onyx Tears' gang; this is one of the 'high priority' targets Yukio specifically marked down. It seems they have over ten thousand members around the county. All I need to do is alter their leader's minds and the rest will be inducted by proxy,' Noah thought.

It was privately used for members of the dangerous gang, so one he opened the door, he was immediately met with an abrasive response–

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"I told you they were comin' to raid the place!" A scar-lipped, tank top wearing gangster yelled to his companions while shooting.

["Object Authority"]

Bullets shot towards him, but he raised his hand, stopping them in midair as they froze a foot away from his outstretched palm. Usually he'd allow gunfire to simply bounce off of his body, but he didn't feel like having his clothes tarnished once again.

"--Huh? What the fuck?!" The scar-lipped man said.

A lanky, pale member of the gang was sweating bullets, "Who the fuck is this guy?! How'd he do that?!"

Before any questions could be answered, Noah simply smiled before snapping his fingers, using an efficient conjuration of ["Absolute Hypnosis"], simply repeating the same manipulation given to previous gangs as he overwrote their minds.

After which, the scar-lipped man with frizzy, blonde hair lowered his weapon with a blank expression, blinking a few times, "Oh, it's you, Boss."

Noah didn't respond, simply walking past the now subservient men and into the bar as he summoned multiple crates filled with gear: ["Object Creation"]

After creating the supplies made with the intent of assaulting the city police and government, Noah pulled his hand away, turning towards the scar-lipped leader of the gang: "Muerto."

"Can I trust you to get all the members prepared for the mission?" Noah asked.

Muerto nodded, "Of course, Boss. I'll call all the captains over and have them bring their squads–even the new recruits. Dontcha worry about a thing–we'll raise hell in this city."

"Good to hear," Noah patted the man on the shoulder.

An idea sprouted to his mind that went against the plans Yukio laid out, but Noah found himself thinking a step ahead, perhaps intoxicated by his own power, thriving in the chaos.

'...Let's make things more interesting…'

Pressing his hand against Muerto's chest, he invoked a form of magecraft he had no prior use for in his solo acts: ["Absolute Enhancement: Strength"] ["Absolute Enhancement: Inferno"]

The other members looked in awe as Muerto held the same surprised expression, looking at his tattooed arms as he managed to manifest flames from his limbs.

"What is this…?" Muerto asked in disbelief.

"Make good use of that–it's a gift from me to you," Noah said with a smirk before leaving.

The same was done for those he established as the 'captains' of his New World army, giving the leaders and standout members of the gangs supernatural abilities of their own.

–In the span of three hours, every gang within the scope of Los Angeles was forcibly recruited, brought together against the worst fears of the government into one group: "The New World Order". Over thirty-thousand members gathered over the course of the night as Noah spectated from above at the event yet to come.

To the gang members, Noah Grays was somebody they followed without question, akin to a divine leader. All of them fell under the same mission, staking their lives to it, to wage war on the city itself and overthrow the government.

'Los Angeles is just the start. It's one of the most influential cities in the country–if we take it over and take control of its resources, it'll weaken the country–from there, it'll only be easier,' Noah thought, 'after Los Angeles is under my control, I'll have them move out to the capital and San Francisco.'

Sitting atop the grand center that overlooked the cityscape, through his keen vision he could see the 'New Order' soldiers under his control gearing up from their bases, having a parade of members lining the streets in preparation for the chaos.

Marching through the streets, swooping in with vehicles that didn't adhere to traffic laws, the New Order soldiers swept through the streets, focusing on government bodies such as police vehicles and government institutes, lighting them up with gunfire.

It began.

The city immediately fell into uproar as screams echoed, sparks and flashes came through as an exchange of gunfire came between the city police and the New Order soldiers.

Police sirens filled the nightly air though, blockading the street leading to the city hall of Los Angeles–a tall, standout building of pearly white stone.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

On the archaic street of the City of Angels that still housed old buildings, the New Order soldiers found themselves overwhelmed by the density of officers that focused their forces around the perimeter of the city hall.

"Backup needed! Send the SWAT teams out!...Scratch that, bring out the whole damn National Guard!" The bushy-bearded officer yelled into his radio, "Why the hell are they attacking now?! What balls did they grow?!"

Sweeping through the street, a bright-blue blaze turned multiple officers into a charred crisp, originating from Muerto, who held a smile of delight in the chaos, spewing the azure flames from his arms.

"Aaargh–!" The bushy-bearded officer screamed out as the flame swallowed his entire vehicle.

The police vehicles lost their composure, exploding into clouds of smoke and volatile flames from Muerto's flames.

[Muerto | Captain of "Onyx" Team of New Order | Level 30 | Ability: Fire Manipulation]

On the neighboring street, another one of Noah's New Order captains bulldozed through the police's repelling gunfire–"Leeroy." A dark-skinned gang member with a build like an ox and skin that turned to a platinum-esque sheen, he was unable to be penetrated by bullets as he roared with laughter, carving through the street and taking out each officer with a single blow.

​ [Leeroy | Leader of "Silver Dollar" Team of New Order | Level 28 | Ability: Steel Constitution]

Amidst the chaos was a more refined squadron of the New Order, tackling the police station head-on to cut-off reinforcements and seizing more resources of the New Order, were suited men.

Leading them was a middle-aged, burgundy-haired man in an umber suit and red scarf, smoking from a cigar as he walked through the front entrance of the police station while his subordinates seized it.

"Boss! Watch out!" One of the suited goons warned the burgundy-haired man.

There were SWAT-geared officers waiting, holding assault rifles and shotguns as they began firing down the marble corridor towards the infiltrating members of Noah's army.

"Just stand back and leave the rest to me," the burgundy-haired man said, moving the cigar from his lips.

Casually breathing out the rich smoke he inhaled, the dead-eyed man manipulated the gaseous substance into a mystical form, allowing it to catch the bullets within its mass. The velocity of the projectiles were canceled out immediately once making contact with the veil of smoke.

"What the–?!" An officer reacted in shock before turning to his colleagues, "--Fire! Keep firing–"

Before the order could be fully given, the leader of the subjugated mob further manipulated his smoke, repelling the bullets empowered by the magical gas outward, shooting through the officers.

It swirled around the man like a sentient lifeform before he brought his lit cigar back to his lips, inhaling the mystical smoke back into his body.

[Michael Arvo | Leader of "Arvo Mafia" Team of New Order | Level 33 | Ability: Smoke Manipulation]

While the teams of the New Order were combating the police forces of the prominent city for the most part, one faction laid waste to the city itself–raiding stores and claiming 'property' in the name of the New Order for Noah, though using it as an excuse for destruction.

"Bring it down! Bring it down! This is the anarchy of the New Order!" A pale-skinned, lanky man with a tall, bright-green mohawk laughed.

He wore a black, studded vest, riding a motorcycle in jovial fashion while flinging explosive sparks through the street, leaving a trail of explosions in his path, oftentimes hitting his own subordinates.

[Jax | Leader of "Hades" Team of New Order | Level 28 | Ability: Explosion Manipulation]

"C-cap, be careful!" One of the biker gangsters said, swerving out of control from the frequent explosions.

Not paying the words of his followers any mind, Jax continued flinging explosions throughout the street, taking out officers before they could even point their guns in his direction.

Watching from the highrise tower up above with his feet dangling from the building, Noah smiled at the starting success of the surprise revolt.

'...Come on out, Sentinels. You won't be able to stay away from this, will you?' He thought.