Zynner stood in his elevator with a chilling calm, hands behind his back. He stared above himself, containing his glee. He had to maintain composure until the plan was through entirely. He didn't want to celebrate too soon. As he walked out of the elevator, Tulin approached him from the elevator next to the one he rode in. "Boss, I can't believe it! You did it! Those pesky heroes are gone!" She grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, I am also very glad about the outcome of my plan, but we mustn't celebrate just yet. That was phase one of three, remember?" Zynner couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile after being around his joyful assistant. He walked to his control room and pressed a button. When he did that, a loud rumbling sound came from below his building. That sound was the obstacle course and ring being destroyed. A few seconds later, that whole underground trap was nothing but ruins. He then left his building and flew to Alinel's major broadcasting network. "Put me on every screen in the city. I won't ask you twice, and I'd hate to use force." Zynner said with his typical collected demeanor. "Sir, I'm afraid we cannot simply do that for you." "I said I won't ask twice." The anchor standing across from the camerawoman began gasping. He was raised from his seat before being brought to the center of the room. His gasp quickly became a collection of screams. He was slowly being folded in half, one force of wind going upward with his legs, the other going downward with his torso. A snap could be heard, his spinal cord was broken. With that snap, he became silent. A thud pierced the hearts of every employee in the room. Zynner stood in silence, having only slightly moved his fingers on his glove, which was behind him, along with his other hand. His face showed no change in expression. "I would appreciate if you could get started soon, I don't have much time to spare."
"Attention citizens of Alinel! My name is Zynner. You may know me as the owner of BoLo, but starting right now, you will refer to me as your supeme master!" The city grew louder with a mix of shouts. Half from fear and half from protest. "Settle down now, it isn't all bad. As your leader, my first duty will be giving all of you a job! No more unemployment! All homeless and lower class men, I command you to report to Alinel's military base. You are my soldiers. No worries, you will be fed and trained adequately to become the world's greatest army!" Zynner laughed in his glory. "In fact, every middle class man must report to the military base as well! Upper class individuals, you may reap the benefits of your wealth as well. I'll only force the men of that class as my personal guards. As for you women, the lower and upper classes will work in factories of every kind of production. Be grateful for the variety!" Zynner laughed again. "As for middle class women, you will be cooks for the military and factory workers. Now, you all will have your job stamped on your IDs by the end of the day. You'll come to love it." Zynner took a moment of silence to allow the crowd to readjust to the new lifestyle. "Oh, and if you aren't feeling compliant, maybe this will convince you." Zynner stepped to the side, allowing the city to see the folded man behind him. "Everybody, take a gander at my latest work, done only a few minutes ago!" He levitated the body and slammed it back into the ground, flattening it instantly. "Now, get out there and live the lives you were destined for!" Zynner imploded the camera. The city bursted into screams, but the city complied to their master's orders.
Soon, he conquered the whole nation. One by one, the nations of the world fell under his regime. But the road to glory was not pretty by any means.