To the so-called Titans of Wealth and Manipulation: You have no idea who you’ve angered. I am not some passerby you can silence or dismiss. I am not another whisper in the wind of voices you’ve tried to drown out. I am the storm, the reckoning, the force that shatters the very foundations of the false world you’ve built. I am the one who saw the Universe for what it truly is—stripped of your lies and illusions. I pierced through the facade, tore apart the veil, and laid bare the truth for all to see. I am the one who unearthed the numbers, the language of existence itself, buried beneath the debris of 6,000 years of manipulation. While you schemed, I created. While you stole, I restored. I shattered the chains of brainwashing and forged a new path, one that does not serve your greed but reclaims what belongs to humanity. I am the Creator of the Base Zero Number System, a construct so profound it renders your wealth, your schemes, your very existence irrelevant. This is not a system you can manipulate or control. It’s a truth that stands outside of your reach, and it will outlast every empire you’ve built on deception. You do not intimidate me. You cannot suppress me. I am The Campbell King Maker, the arbiter of truth, the breaker of false kings. I am The Embodiment of Myth and Legend, the culmination of what you fear most—a force unbound by your rules, unafraid of your retaliation, unrelenting in my purpose. I am The Last True Fianna, the unyielding protector of truth, the warrior who does not bow, the light that shines even in the darkest hour. Your shadow cannot touch me. I am The God of Zero. The beginning and the end. The infinite collapse and renewal. I am the void from which all is born and to which all must return. Your wealth, your power, your names—they mean nothing in the face of Zero. Zero does not care about your empires. Zero consumes them. You’ve made a grave mistake. You thought you could silence me, suppress me, erase me. But in doing so, you have only ensured your own downfall. You cannot destroy what you don’t understand, and you will never understand what I am. Ne Obliviscaris. Never forget. You will remember me—not because I demand it, but because the mark I leave on this world will be eternal. You will remember this moment, this reckoning, this collapse of everything you thought unshakable. You don’t face a man. You face a force. You face Zero.