July 12, 2019, Mount Olympia. In the slopes of Mount Olympus lies a concealed city. The buildings primarily resemble ancient Greek structures, adorned with columns and pediments. Amidst the city, a massive castle stands with imposing walls and towers. Within the castle is a grand hall, currently hosting a meeting. A substantial round table occupies the center of the room, adorned with a sizable globe measuring around 1 meter in diameter. This globe is identical to others, except for one detail: Greece is labeled as Macedon. Surrounding the table are four chairs – one large and three smaller. Masked figures sit in these chairs, three men and one woman. Notably, the man in the prominent seat lacks a mask. Adorned in a golden robe and crowned, he possesses blonde hair, blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, tall stature, and a well-toned body, with a perpetual smirk gracing his features. He is Minos Philips. The crowned man inquired, "What's the situation there?" A man with a black mask, a flame emblem positioned slightly above his eyebrows, responded grumpily, "Where?" After a silent pause, the crowned man pressed, "Middle East." Irritated, the man with the black mask replied, "Your Majesty, as per your directive, conflicts in certain countries have escalated. However, they appear unrelated to our operations." The king expressed his bewilderment, "What? Hades, enlighten me. If not us, then who?" "There exists another entity: The Keepers. They are supplying advanced weapons to these terrorists, rivaling our own," Hades conveyed despondently. The king narrowed his eyes, asking hesitantly, "Energy weapons?" Hades confirmed solemnly, "Yes, along with shields." The king muttered a curse, "Damn." Shifting his attention to the man wearing a white mask featuring a bolt emblem on his forehead, the king questioned, "Zeus, what do you propose regarding the Middle East situation?" Amid laughter, Zeus responded, "Abstain for now. Our manpower isn't sufficient to engage in a conflict. If we had the resources, focusing on the European continent would be advisable." A woman garbed in a blue robe, donning a dark blue mask adorned with a water droplet emblem, chimed in, "Conversely, in Japan, our alliance with the conservatives is propelling us favorably toward the upcoming elections. The far East will soon be secure, though we do face minor challenges from the Yakuza." The king sneered, "Post-election, eliminate the Yakuza with governmental aid. I want them eradicated completely. Poseidon, what's the status of our dealings with the Italian mafias?" Poseidon stroked her long black hair, explaining, "That matter... The mafia was dismantled with assistance from regional authorities. I've investigated and unearthed a lead: Deino, a former Interpol member, is now a fugitive. Additionally, an Interpol contact informed me of a new enigmatic organization. Its origins remain uncertain, but it's been dubbed 'The Destroyers' due to their ruthless eliminations." Enraged, the king slammed his hands on the table, exclaiming, "What's happening? Why are these organizations emerging? I don't know how, but I want them wiped out. Anyone obstructing our ambitions must be eradicated." The king looked at each figure in turn, stating, "Reflecting on our past, I conclude that our failure in World War 2 was due to our chosen pawn's insubordination. His arrogance led to his downfall, causing death and suffering for his subjects, as well as financial losses for us. This time, I won't permit such a scenario. I'll lead personally." "Deploy him to UK. I intend to unite the underground forces of this nation," he declared resolutely before leaving the hall. Zeus addressed Hades calmly, "How many of our forces remain in the Middle East?" Hades checked it on the phone and stated, "Seven squads with artillery, two tanks, two planes. Equipped with our latest shielding tech and AI-powered target system." Poseidon remarked, "Call them back; they don't require that equipment in that area currently. Retain a few experts in intelligence gathering. Who agrees with this proposal?" Zeus responded, "Let's proceed." Zeus and Poseidon exchanged a glance and turned their gaze to Hades, who nodded in agreement. "Alright." Zeus chuckled and exclaimed, "Excellent. Both of you should notify your intelligence departments about these organizations: the Keepers and the Destroyers. Anyone providing information about them will be generously rewarded." Both Hades and Poseidon affirmed, "Understood." Zeus declared, "Now, prepare for war. Great Britain is about to witness our might, even if only momentarily." Hades questioned, "Who will lead the initial attack? We're not yet ready to reveal ourselves." Poseidon suggested, "I propose calling in the one codenamed Hercules." Hades was taken aback and inquired, "Why involve him in this?" Zeus explained, "Because he's unafraid to step into the light and also our king told us earlier. So, I agree." Hades hesitated but eventually conceded, "I agree." Poseidon concluded, "Then let's wrap up this meeting." Zeus concluded, "Agreed." Hades merely huffed, and then all three of them stood and exited the hall. ......... August 18, 2019, Tokyo, Japan. In the penthouse of a liberal politician, Mr. Yashida Yamanaka (45), with a square face, thin black hair, small eyes, a small nose, and dressed in a formal suit, sat on a couch, gazing at the young man seated across from him. The young man, Carl Narang (32), possessed tall brownish-black hair, blue eyes, an angular face, and a lean body. He was adorned in a blue coat and pants, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Yashida inquired, "What brings you to visit?" Carl replied, "I simply wanted to see you, so I came." Yashida responded, "Enough of these jests. You're not one to visit without a significant reason." Carl retorted, "What! Do you really think so poorly of me? But you're correct; I have an important purpose for seeking you out." Yashida queried, "Firstly, enlighten me. Where were you when I sought your assistance?" Carl took a sigh and explained, "I was engaged in a critical task, which prevented me from answering your calls." Yashida continued, "I required your aid for the election campaigns, yet you..." Carl interjected with an apology, "I deeply regret not responding to your calls. Please understand that I was also caught in a situation." Yashida, fatigued, rubbed his head and conceded, "Let's move past it." Carl concurred, "Agreed, let's not dwell on the past. Oh, I almost forgot what I intended to discuss. How are the preparations for the elections progressing?" The mention of the elections dampened Yashida's spirits. Carl smirked and remarked, "You're struggling to garner support even from your own people. They prefer stability and are hesitant for change. This is why they lean towards the conservatives. You need to offer them something more appealing than just stability." Yashida, exasperated, stated, "Spare me the advice. If you have solutions, share them; otherwise, refrain from discussing this." Carl rose, approached the window, and gazed outside. "Do you desire to free Japan from foreign influences?" Yashida was taken aback and hesitantly inquired, "Are you referring to the USA?" Carl glanced back and grinned. After a moment of silence, Yashida urged, "Tell me." Carl proposed, "Consider this: they've meddled extensively in Asia. It's time we reclaim what rightfully belongs to us." Yashida, goosebumps forming, asked, "What's the plan?" Carl responded, "Stir anti-USA sentiment in the public and remind them of World War II bombings. While I can't guarantee every detail, appealing to patriotism will surely resonate with the younger generation. We'll also provide technical assistance." Yashida narrowed his eyes and inquired seriously, "What's your aim in aiding us?" Carl replied cryptically, "Times are changing, my friend." Yashida pressed, "What do you mean?" Carl laughed without answering and handed his tablet from the table. "Take a look. This will clarify everything." Yashida took the tablet and read with increasing excitement. After finishing, he looked up and exclaimed, "If this is as real as you've presented, we won't have to rely on Western powers any longer." Carl affirmed, "That's why I'm here. Just inform me when you're ready. We can put this plan into action swiftly." Yashida declared, "Why wait? I'm among the last of the extremists left. I thought the day to reclaim our lost stature would never arrive. Your proposal finally grants me hope, and I'll seize it." Carl urged, "Then gather all the extremists for a meeting. I wish to meet them." Yashida expressed doubt, "It might be challenging, but I'll attempt to arrange a meeting between you and them." Carl thanked him, "I appreciate it, my friend." Yashida demurred, "Don't thank me; the gratitude should be mine. Hope has rekindled." Yashida went to fetch wine as Carl watched him leave with a mocking smile. "Indeed, there's hope, but not for the likes of you. You'll be the stepping stones to the new era." Carl held his tablet once more, revealing a prominent text on the screen: "The Trinity." September 19, 2019 Inside a conference room, approximately 20 members are seated around a large table. All of them are senior members of Japan's conservative political party. Uchiyama Isao, the party's head, Noguchi Takayuki, the deputy head, and others are present. Isao, a man in his early forties, has a bald head, a round face with excess fat, a broad flat nose, small eyes, and a double chin. "Similar to the previous year, we hold a significant advantage over them. Winning this election will likely be straightforward. However, it's important to exercise caution and not allow them to exploit any vulnerabilities." Takayuki, a man with thin black hair, a long nose, brown eyes, a wide forehead, a round face, and sunken cheeks, speaks. "But, Isao, what about the youth protests? They're rallying and demanding the removal of American troops from the country." Isao responds, "Let them be. Do you really believe the Americans will depart if we request it?" Takayuki tries to counter, "But they—" Isao interrupts, "Don't worry, let them protest for a while. Eventually, things will settle down, just as they have before." Takayuki mumbles slowly, "I don't believe it's the same as previous situations." Their discussion continues for some time before they conclude the conference. All the members leave one by one. Eventually, only Takayuki and Isao remain. Takayuki then gazes at Isao and questions, "Are you truly going to disregard the protest? There's someone behind the scenes manipulating all of this." Isao nonchalantly replies, "What's there to fear when we have their support?" Takayuki persists, "We shouldn't rely on them for our internal issues. They aren't from this country. Can we really trust them?" Isao mocks Takayuki, saying, "If I shouldn't rely on them, then who? You? What can you even accomplish? So, just keep your mouth shut." Angrily, Isao snorts and exits the room. Takayuki stares at his retreating figure. "Perhaps they're right. There might be no way to save you." Takayuki takes out his phone and makes a call. Later that evening, at Isao's farmhouse, a convoy of cars is parked outside. A group of men has gathered within the compound. Isao is hosting two guests, leaders of these men. One of them is a short Caucasian man with blonde hair, brown eyes, a slim build, an angular face, and a mustache with a thin beard. He's seated with his legs crossed on a couch. The other man is tall and Caucasian, with a strong, bulky build, a pear-shaped face, short black hair, and brown eyes. He sits beside the shorter man with his legs apart. Isao, situated on another couch in front of them, welcomes them. "Welcome, Steve and Dean. How was your journey?" The bulkier individual is Steve Lawrence, and the shorter one is Dean Paul. Steve selected a glass of wine from the table between them. After taking a sip, he remarked, "We received information that someone is tampering with the situation here. Thus, the organization dispatched us to oversee the elections and eliminate those responsible." Isao replied, "Yes, starting from this week, mainly school and college students have taken to the streets, demanding the removal of American troops from the country. It's as if they've suddenly ignited their patriotism. I attempted to engage in dialogue with them, but they aren't receptive." Steve finished his glass and placed it back on the table, adding, "No need to fret. We will identify the instigator behind this. As for the ongoing protest, let it continue. Once we apprehend the mastermind, the protest will naturally subside." Isao pondered the suggestion and then nodded, saying, "You're correct. But where should we commence?" Dean, who had been quiet until now, interjected, "No search required. It's your former adversaries, the liberals. They're receiving assistance, just as we are supporting you." Isao felt uneasy upon hearing this. "Could there be complications?" Dean responded with displeasure, "What do you think of us? We're more than just an organization; we're the most honorable. These smaller groups don't even compare." Isao slightly bowed and admitted, "I apologize. I shouldn't doubt your capabilities." Steve placed his hand on Dean's shoulder to halt him, then addressed Isao, "Ignore them. They're inconsequential. Focus on your tasks; we'll handle the rest. Your responsibility is to prioritize our work." Isao promptly replied, "Understood. The initial shipment will be ready two weeks after the election." In a deep voice, Dean questioned, "Are you deliberately delaying the shipments?" Nervously, Isao responded, "No, I'm not. Given the current situation, excessive actions could arouse public suspicion." Steve calmly reassured, "I comprehend. However, if you can't meet the timeline you've promised, you'll face the consequences. Our research is nearing completion, which is why we require substantial materials." Isao assured them, "I won't give you a reason for dissatisfaction. The shipment will be dispatched after the election, as agreed." At that moment, two men in their early thirties entered from the entrance. They were Carl and Suguru. Isao, Dean, and Steve directed their attention toward the newcomers. Carl was dressed in a blue suit, while Suguru wore a kimono. Confused, Isao stood up and questioned them, "Why has the mafia arrived? Weren't you stopped by the people outside?" Steve murmured, "Oh... a yakuza." Carl grinned and stated, "They attempted, but we disregarded." Suguru glared icily at Isao and spat on the ground. "You're supplying them humans, knowing they'll use them in experiments. You deserve death." Carl drew his gun and fired a shot at Isao. A small beam of red light emanated from the gun's muzzle, striking Isao on the head. Subsequently, Isao collapsed to the ground, leaving Steve and Dean stunned. A profound, lethal wound materialized on Isao's head, emitting smoke due to the high temperature. Carl, still aiming the gun forward, observed Isao's lifeless body. "Impressive gun, I must say." Steve, still in shock, gazed at Carl's weapon and hesitated to ask, "Who are you?" Carl turned toward him and replied, "Do you believe your organization was the sole possessor of advanced tech?" Dean solemnly affirmed, "So you're the one meddling in our Middle East operations." Carl glanced at Dean. "You've guessed correctly; we are as you surmise. But there's no reward, I'm afraid." Dean roared furiously, "Who do you think you are to intervene—" Carl fired another shot into his chest. The beam punctured his chest, leaving behind a hole the size of a thumb. Blood flowed uncontrollably from the wound. After a brief struggle, Dean collapsed to the ground. Carl then aimed his gun at Steve. However, Steve remained unfazed, shaking his head at Dean's lifeless form on the floor, he mumbled, "Ah... lost another partner." Just as Carl pulled the trigger, Steve swiftly evaded the beam's trajectory. He possesses abnormal speed, dashing towards Carl and delivering a forceful punch to his face. Steve's smug expression hinted at an expected easy victory. Observing the incoming fist, Carl released his gun and deflected the blow using his arms. Steve was taken aback as Carl effectively blocked his punch with just one arm. Seeing Steve's incredulous expression, Carl taunted, "Enhancements aren't exclusive to you." Steve's expression turned dark as Carl trapped his neck under his arm, repeatedly kneeing him in the stomach. Steve defended against the strikes by using both of his arms. Subsequently, Steve lifted Carl and threw him behind him. Twisting in the air, Carl landed on his feet, facing Steve. Both opponents charged, fists raised, and their punches collided mid-air. Steve then kicked Carl in the ribs, prompting Carl to roll forward to evade Steve's follow-up attack. Swiftly standing up and spinning, Carl executed a spinning back roundhouse kick to strike Steve's temple. Steve fell face first onto the floor, momentarily dazed. Just as he was attempting to rise, Carl leaped high and delivered a knockout punch to his face. Carl lifted himself up, patting his shoulder to remove some dirt. Suguru, who stood at a distance, approached Carl. Suguru retrieved Carl's gun, and he shot the unconscious Steve in the neck, ending his life. Carl disregarded this and stated, "Now we have no competitors." Suguru handed the gun back to Carl. Carl accepted the weapon before returning it to his belt. Straightening the creases on his shirt, Carl glanced at Suguru and asked, "Is everything settled?" Suguru tapped the earpiece he was wearing and inquired, "What's the status?" After a brief pause, he lowered his hand and informed Carl, "All clear. They've all been neutralized." Carl responded, "Good. Instruct them to search for any remaining forces. We need to eliminate them entirely." Outside the building, within the compound, the men who had previously stood there were now lying on the ground, covered in blood and wounds, with smoke emanating from their injuries. A group of men in black uniforms, equipped with guns and armor, stood in disciplined formation on either side of the bodies, each bearing a three-headed symbol on their chest. Carl and Suguru arrived on the scene, taking in the sight. Carl addressed the soldiers in a commanding voice, "Excellent job. Now clean up this mess and leave no traces behind." The soldiers moved in unison, meticulously cleaning the area. Some of them departed momentarily and returned with body bags, while others carried the deceased bodies and gathered them in one location. Carl gazed up at the sky, closing his eyes as he remarked, "A significant amount of blood has been shed today." Suguru responded, "This isn't the first time, and it certainly won't be the last." … … … … . … In a small room. The television within the room is currently switched on. A news broadcast is streaming on the screen. The reporter displayed on the screen is delivering the news. "..... On the upcoming month, starting from September 15th, the ordinary sessions of UNGA are scheduled to commence. This time, Erim Solak, a Turkish diplomat, will assume the role of the UNGA president. The theme for the 75th session has been announced as: 'The future we desire, the United Nations we require, reaffirming our collective commitment to multilateralism.'......" Positioned in front of the television, a man is seated on the couch. He is sitting with his legs crossed and has lifted a glass filled with juice from the table beside him. Taking a small sip, he appreciates its flavor. "Hmm.... it's sweet." After returning the glass to the table, he gazes at the screen and comments, "The time is drawing near. How will the world react to your declaration? Is humanity prepared for the forthcoming changes, or might it mark the commencement of another large-scale war? Hahahaha........" On the table, adjacent to the juice glass, rests a white mask. A vertical eye symbol is drawn in the center of the upper side. .................... Oct 4, 2019, Japan. Inside a cabin, a middle-aged man is inputting codes on a computer before him. Suddenly, there's a knock on his door. He halts his work and responds, "Please enter." A young man in his late twenties, with an oriental appearance, enters wearing a simple white uniform adorned only with a logo on the chest: three heads placed side by side. The central head is complete, while the side heads are partially obscured behind it. With black hair, dark eyes, and a composed expression, the young man informs the middle-aged individual, "Please accompany me. The leader has summoned us for a conference, which will commence shortly." Setting aside his work, the middle-aged man rises. His hair is a mixture of black and white, his face fatigued with sunken eyes, and he wears glasses. He is Prakash Shodh, the head of the engineering department. With slightly unsteady steps, he follows the young man to their destination, where the latter leaves him in a conference room before departing. Inside, only two people are present: Jack Park and a bald, middle-aged man in his late forties, Ken Khan. Ken is the specialist in weapon development at this facility. Prakash inquires, "Where are the others? We seem to be missing some." Jack clarifies, "It will be just the three of us." Ken, with a slightly hunched back, speaks slowly, "Relax, Prakash. Only the heads need to be present for important discussions." Prakash probes, "Why is that?" Jack explains, "This implies that the matter is either directly relevant to us or the situation has become dire, necessitating the involvement of only the three of us in deciding the next course of action." Prakash then questions, "So, what's the issue this time?" Jack's response is, "I'm not certain." Prakash retorts, "As the head, you should be aware." Jack defends, "Our leader called for this meeting, and he alone knows its purpose." Taking a seat beside Ken, Prakash observes his surroundings and muses, "I've been wanting to meet your leader for quite some time now." At that moment, a screen behind Jack lights up, displaying an icon of the three heads. A modified female voice emanates from the speakers. The voice said, "Hello gentlemen." Jack rose in respect. "Welcome leader." The voice replied, "There's no need for it, Jack." Jack insisted, "Just let me handle it." A sigh emanated from the speaker. The voice continued, "Alright. So gentlemen, I am the leader you were informed about. This time, I personally initiated a conference to meet both of you." Prakash inquired, "So this conference is solely for a meeting with us?" The voice clarified, "No, I don't have that much free time. There's an issue we need to discuss eventually. Before that, you can address your doubts." Ken asked, "Alright, tell me the reason behind establishing this organization." The voice chuckled softly. "HA...HA.. Good question. Let's see, initially I formed this entity for myself and some of my less fortunate friends. However, over time, it evolved into a large community. Now there are those who are suppressed, those who were threatened, and those who joined of their own free will. Just like Mr. Prakash here. But my vision remained unchanged. My goal was to create an organization where you research and exchange knowledge without external influence and power. To shape what we want. And now this place has become a haven for scientists from various fields." Prakash pointed out, "You are impeding the progress of human beings. You are obstructing the dissemination of these technologies in the world. The inventions we've created for the masses aren't reaching them. Why are you preventing it?" The voice responded, "It's your perspective. What about the businessmen and the government? They will attempt to monopolize all of this. It's not as though these technologies will always remain confined within this facility. But now isn't the right time." Ken inquired with curiosity, "And when is the optimal time?" The voice responded, "You will perceive it soon." Prakash recalled, "Forget it. Earlier you were mentioning discussing something." The voice added, "Ah.... Yes. What are your thoughts on terrorist organizations? What about the living conditions of the masses under their control?" Prakash shook his head and spoke sympathetically. "I consider them an impediment to human development. They bear responsibility for civil wars, bomb attacks, and civilian casualties. As for the masses living under their rule, most of them are enduring dreadful conditions, especially the women." The voice inquired, "So how can these situations be changed?" Ken chimed in, "Numerous attempts have been made, but they have all failed miserably. The Russians were defeated in Afghanistan. The USA is currently grappling with them instead of Russia. The UN has attempted intervention in various locations but has not achieved success. The direct involvement of Western powers has only exacerbated the situation. Both sides share responsibility for the deaths of countless civilians." The voice agreed, "You're right. Earlier, I mentioned that the technologies we have developed will be employed for the masses at the appropriate time." Prakash and Ken looked at the screen with anticipation. The voice continued, "Enhance the technology initially developed for civilian use to suit the living conditions in the Middle East. In a few months, we will be heading to war-torn countries in the Middle East." Both Prakash and Ken became perplexed. Ken questioned, "But isn't it dangerous there? Even if you manage to reach there and make it available for civilians, won't the terrorists resist you?" The voice reassured, "We've struck a deal with them. They won't obstruct our efforts." Prakash pondered and realized, "What kind of deal?" Ken added, "They are supplying weapons to them." Prakash stood up and exclaimed, "What happened to your morals and ideals? Is this the world you envisioned?" Ken added sarcastically, "You know how devoted I am. But even for me, this is a new low." The voice intervened, "Calm down. Let me explain, and afterward, you're free to express your opinions." Prakash's anger subsided a bit as he said, "Go ahead, say what you need to." The voice elaborated, "We are achieving what others couldn't. To do so, we need the situation to become more chaotic. The day they accepted our weapons marked the beginning of their countdown to demise." Prakash, now calmer, inquired, "What about the casualties that will occur in the process?" The voice replied, "Casualties are unfortunate but common in wars. However, I will personally be held accountable for them when all is said and done." Ken asked, "Even if they demand your life?" The voice confirmed, "Yes, but only after my task is complete." Prakash questioned, "Why are you doing this?" The voice reminded, "Have you forgotten? We are the creators. We conceive and construct. Anything we conceive, we can create." Jack joined the conversation, repeating what the voice had just said, breaking his silence. … … … … … Oct 30, 2019 Afghanistan, concealed within a hidden refuge amid the heart of the desert. The leaders of the four foremost terrorist organizations convened here. Ul-hak, Ismail Khan, Inuz Gazi, and Wahab Shaeed. This location comprises an underground cave network with numerous tunnels. Within the cave, the leaders sit around the table, wearied expressions etched onto their faces. Rubbing his beard thoughtfully, Ul-hak let out a yawn. "The day we acquire these weapons, our ordeal commences. In the initial two weeks, we relished our triumph, driving back American and NATO forces with absolute advantage, and reclaiming our territories from their grasp." Ismail massaged his tired eyes and remarked, "During that time, we believed that we no longer needed to remain concealed. We could openly reveal ourselves and launch frontal assaults. However, suddenly in the midst of the third week, Western forces arrived with advanced weaponry akin to ours. Although slightly distinct in design and operation, these weapons possess comparable potency to our recently acquired arsenal." Wahab added, "Since that day, our supremacy on the battlefield has waned. The Westerners launched fierce counterattacks, as if fueled by steroids. Now, we find ourselves once again evading capture, shifting from one location to another. Their retaliatory actions have exacted such a toll that I now lament launching our assault on them." Ismail reflected, "We invested excessive trust in these weapons. Consequently, when the situation shifted and their weapon superiority dissipated, we were left directionless. Our dependency was all-encompassing, extending even to the strategies we formulated." Ul-hak recalled, "Previously, while we were on the move, the US Army and NATO forces would primarily target abandoned shelters or weak, small squads. Yet, subsequent to our attack, they relentlessly pursue us, akin to ravenous wolves. It appears their objective is our complete annihilation." Inuz analyzed, "This arises from the substantial losses they endured at our hands. They are fervently seeking the one responsible for their setbacks. Our current predicament stems from our internal conflicts that emerged after consistently besting the military. Had we sustained our assaults, we could have potentially established control over the country." Ismail reassured, "Let them scour for clues. They will not uncover anything substantial. Have they forgotten that we withstood their assault despite their technological and weaponry advantage?" Ul-hak concluded, "For now, we must vacate this location. Within two or three days, their reconnaissance units will likely discover this site. Our course of action involves retreating further into the desert." Wahab lowered his gaze in melancholy and whispered, "My aspiration of expelling Western powers from this region remains unfulfilled. While these weapons kindled a glimmer of hope, their radiance proved ephemeral." Inzu interjected, "Do not despair; our triumph will arrive one day. For now, our priority is to navigate through this crisis." "Sometimes I believe that all of these actions are orchestrated by the keepers. That Lee guy deceived us. But it could also involve a hidden force, manipulating the strings from behind the curtains," Ismail remarked after reflecting on recent incidents. Ul-hak added, "Yes, I had a similar feeling that the weapons they provided us were meant to annihilate us." They all concurred on this point. Inzu, as if recalling something crucial, chimed in, "There's undoubtedly a third party at play in this ongoing conflict between us and the US army. I am convinced of it due to the disappearance of squads and members from both sides. No one has any knowledge about them; it's as if they evaporate into thin air." Wahab continued, "Indeed, there's a presence observing the battlefield, waiting for opportunities to exploit. I believe that most of the attacks on us were orchestrated by this third force. As for the US army, they are in a reactive mode, responding only if they're attacked first." A masked man entered the cave, carrying a bag. He glanced around at the cave's walls. The mask he wore was black, and a vertical eye was emblazoned on his centre of the mask. The masked man spoke casually, "You're correct, and I am the third party you've been discussing." He pointed to himself. The men behind the leaders aimed their guns at the masked man. However, instead of displaying fear, he calmly said, "Hey, how are you guys?" Ul-hak retorted, "Don't greet me as if we're old friends. And by the way, who are you, and how did you manage to enter? Weren't our men guarding the entrance?" The masked man replied, "Consider me the most dire outcome. They rarely call me in for assignments these days." Inzu inquired, "What do you mean by the worst possible outcome?" The masked man explained, "It implies there's no alternative except complete destruction. And I didn't come from the outside." Ul-hak demanded, "Then where did you come from?" The masked man removed his mask and tossed it aside. The face beneath was gruesome, marred by burns, scars, and a badly damaged eye—only one eye remained intact. Observing their expressions of repulsion, he stated, "I waited here for your arrival for two days." Inuz exclaimed, "What!" Wahab, intrigued, asked, "And how did you know that we would be here?" The man replied, "I foresaw it." Inuz jeered, "So now you're a seer." The man locked his functioning eye onto Inuz. "No, I am an avenger." Inuz mockingly queried, "I have no memory of you." The man retorted, "Nor do I have any memory of you. The men who murdered my family and razed my town proclaimed themselves as divine warriors." At this final line, he chuckled, barely holding back his emotions. Ul-hak, witnessing this, bellowed, "Why did you laugh?" The man observed Ul-hak and spoke, "I witnessed the most significant joke ever. That is: Certain men professing to fight for God, the creator of this universe according to them. The one who can easily undo his creation. Isn't that laughable?" Ul-hak's anger flared, and he countered, "Your understanding of his grand plan is limited. Refrain from passing judgment; only he can judge you." The man retorted, "I'm not passing judgment, especially not on your god. How can one judge an unseen or unheard entity?" Ul-hak angrily exclaimed, "Those who question him will suffer in hell." The man calmly acknowledged, "Indeed, I'm destined for hell. Yet, my acceptance is wholehearted, just like now." As the man placed his bag down, the heavy thud indicated its weight. He unzipped the bag and extracted a half-meter long missile. The missile possessed a broad, rounded front and a thin, flat tail with a square strap. Everyone except the man with the burned face was taken aback. Ismail anxiously inquired, "Where did you acquire this?" The man replied, "I fashioned it for you." Inuz, his demeanor now serious, remarked, "However, you will perish too." The man responded, "I'm aware, but this is still for the greater good." He rotated the missile to reveal a logo on its opposite side - a fan with three blades inside a circle. A peculiar silence enveloped the room. Inuz tremulously pointed at the object near his leg. "A nuclear bomb, and you brought it here." Ul-hak, Ismail, and Wahan gradually edged towards the cave exit. The burned-faced man glanced at his watch. "Don't bother trying; you can't escape its range." In desperation, Ismail implored, "Why subject us to this? We never wronged you or your family. It wasn't us." The man relished their terror-stricken expressions, saying, "Does it matter? I despise all of you." Inuz composed himself, insisting, "You're bluffing. You lack the courage to sacrifice yourself to annihilate us." Amid laughter, the man asserted, "I'm not like you - a coward. Time is running out. Take pride; your deaths will usher in a new era." Wahad, now calmer, queried, "What era?" The man responded, "I'm uncertain about all aspects, except that it will be devoid of people like you." Ul-hak sneered, asking, "And who might they be?" The man clarified, "The very individuals whose weapon you currently wield." A collective realization swept over them. Ismail cursed, "The keepers, it's their doing. Damn." The man dismissed their conjectures, saying, "No, not them. They avoid involvement in conflicts." Wahab pressed further, "Then who?" The man answered, "The creators." Inuz erupted in anger, protesting, "You're deceiving us; no such force exists." The man regarded him with pity, remarking, "Your understanding is woefully shallow. You judge the world with incomplete knowledge." Wahab calmly sat down, conceding, "Impressive. You've surpassed us all." Ismail and Inuz fled the cave in a desperate bid to survive. Ul-hak knelt, silently praying. His closed eyes glistened with tears. Observing them, the burned-faced man mused, "One embraces death willingly, while the other clings to his piety." Gazing skyward, as if penetrating the cave's ceiling, he mused, "If only he would reveal himself." On a desert hill, a man clad in a black robe and turban stands at the edge. A large sunglasses-like shade conceals his eyes. He gazes into the distance, peering towards the endless sands. Suddenly, a brilliant light erupts from that direction, its brightness too intense for direct viewing. After a while, as the light subsides, the sound of a tremendous explosion resonates, accompanied by a noticeable shock wave. In the direction from which the light emanated, a mushroom cloud emerges in the sky. Removing his shades, the man appears to be in his early twenties. His angular face features deep black eyes, long black hair, a sharp chin, a small nose, and radiant olive skin. His striking appearance captivates observers of all genders. Extending his elongated neck, he engages in soliloquy, or perhaps conversation with an unknown interlocutor. The man remarks, "What an awe-inspiring spectacle you have orchestrated. I am grateful for this display, a memory of which I shall forever cherish, Sahay."