Year 2060 – The Ruins of the World
Under a sky heavy with gray clouds, Victor Nova stood amidst the ruins of a nameless city. The cold wind carried the scent of ash and death, while faint flickers of fire danced in his violet eyes. Destruction stretched endlessly before him, a silent testament to humanity's failure.
He gazed upon the devastation, his expression unreadable, before whispering to himself:
"Why… why is it always me?"
He recalled the meticulous planning, the calculated moves, the decisions made with cold precision—each step leading to this very moment. It was never just a game of chess; it was a battle for survival… and everyone had lost.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment, a flood of distant memories overtook him—a vision of an old school, the sound of students chattering, and a young boy sitting in the corner of a classroom, lost in thought…
Year 2025 – The Beginning of the Journey
Inside a quiet classroom, Victor Nova sat alone, staring at an open book that he wasn't reading. His mind was elsewhere, drifting through thoughts of power, control, and the means to obtain them. He wasn't just another student—he was someone who understood that the world was a game played by the strong.
A sharp, familiar voice echoed inside his mind, brimming with confidence:
"Victor, we need to leave. There's no point in staying here."
Victor didn't look up. Instead, a faint smile crossed his lips as he muttered:
"Not yet. We have work to finish."
Zy, the voice that had accompanied him since childhood, wasn't just an illusion. It was a part of him… another mind that resided within his own, a force as real as he was.
When the school day ended, Victor headed to the library, managing his financial empire through the internet—trading, making deals, and amassing wealth with quiet patience. He never rushed; he knew that control belonged to those who had money… and time.
But tonight felt different.
As he walked through the streets, Zy's voice returned, this time with excitement:
"It's time… Moscow awaits."
Victor stopped, considered for a moment, then let out a quiet chuckle.
"You're right. Take over."
In an instant, his demeanor shifted. His violet eyes glowed crimson, his posture straightened, and his steps quickened with newfound purpose. Zy was now in control.
Without hesitation, he headed for the airport. His destination was clear: Russia.
Hours later, Victor found himself seated in a Russian military meeting room, surrounded by high-ranking officers who studied him with intrigue.
He placed a massive check on the table and spoke with a calm, unwavering voice:
"Fifty billion dollars in gold. In exchange, I need your protection to transport additional donations to China and North Korea."
Silence filled the room for a brief moment before one of the officers smirked and replied:
"Consider it done."
Year 2060 – Back to the Present
Victor's awareness returned to the present—the burned, ruined city around him. A cynical smirk formed on his lips.
How had everything come to this? How had he gone from orchestrating grand schemes to becoming just another survivor in the ashes?
But he wasn't ready to surrender just yet.
Clenching his fists, he whispered to himself:
"This isn't the end… not yet."
Turning away, he walked deeper into the ruins, toward his next destination, toward the fate that awaited him in the shadows.