The transformation chamber was silent. No more machines buzzing. No more surgical tools cutting. No more blood flowing.
Mirshad's body was complete.
Now — it was time to split his soul.
Faisal stood at the center of the room, the dim lights casting long shadows across the steel floor. Rayyan, Malik, and Ameer stood beside him, their expressions unreadable. They weren't just watching a man become powerful.
They were watching a legend split into two lives.
Faisal spoke first, his voice calm but carrying the weight of every sacrifice they made.
"From today, you will no longer be just Mirshad."
"You will become two men."
The First Name — BOSS.
Faisal stepped forward, holding a sleek black card embossed with the name in gold: BOSS.
"You, Mirshad, will become the wealthiest man in history. Not just in Qatar. Not just in this world. In existence."
"The world will know you as a phantom tycoon — a financial god who controls companies, technology, real estate, weapons, and even governments."
"Every stock, every currency, every drop of oil — your name will touch it all."
"No one will know your face."
"No one will know your voice."
The world will fear your wealth — but never see the man behind it.
"You will be BOSS — the invisible emperor."
Rayyan stepped forward, holding the sword — The Soul Reaver.
"The world of shadows needs balance. They need fear."
"Not just a name — but a legend whispered in the darkest rooms, the kind of fear that makes monsters hide under their beds."
"You won't be a man."
"You will be a nightmare."
"The devil who hunts devils."
"MRD."
"No face. No past. No mercy."
The world will fear your presence — but never know the hand behind the blade.
Mirshad didn't just need to master two identities.
He needed to become them.
In seconds.
Without hesitation.
The process began — not with technology, but with psychological rewiring.
The doctors and scientists, handpicked by Faisal and Ameer, connected a neural interface directly into Mirshad's mind.
At will, Mirshad could shift his personality — altering his posture, his tone, his thinking patterns, even his pulse rate.
BOSS — calm, calculating, a man of business and manipulation.
MRD — silent, merciless, a force of nature with no hesitation to kill.
They tested it relentlessly.
A sudden alarm would sound, and in seconds, Mirshad would vanish, replaced by MRD — sword in hand, eyes glowing with cold fury.
Minutes later, another alarm would sound, and MRD would dissolve — replaced by BOSS, speaking with elegance and charm, negotiating billion-dollar deals without a single trace of emotion.
The switch was perfect.
He wasn't playing a role.
He became them.
Ameer stepped forward, a small device in his hand — a sleek, glowing orb no larger than a coin.
"This is SIRIUS — your third identity."
"Not a personality — but your digital shadow."
"It will manage your businesses, monitor every financial transaction, protect your accounts, and feed you real-time data."
"SIRIUS will also track every known threat — governments, councils, underground movements, and even supernatural signatures."
"More than an AI — it's a part of you."
"When BOSS speaks — SIRIUS listens."
"When MRD hunts — SIRIUS sees."
Together, the three of you will control not just power — but existence itself.
The final test wasn't about fighting.
It was about becoming two men in a single battle.
The room was split into two arenas — one side a corporate negotiation table, the other a dark alley filled with holographic enemies.
At the negotiation table, BOSS sat, closing a multi-billion dollar deal with holographic world leaders.
At the same time, on the other side of the room, MRD was ambushed by ten armed holographic enemies.
The test: Switch between BOSS and MRD instantly — controlling both lives at once.
The AI and neural implants made it possible — but only if Mirshad's mind could handle it.
His heart rate split — calm and relaxed on the left side, cold and deadly on the right.
His breathing changed — one half slow and confident, the other sharp and battle-ready.
His soul divided — but never broke.
He closed the deal in 42 seconds. He eliminated the enemies in 18 seconds.
And when the simulation ended — he stood, fully conscious in both identities at once.
BOSS looked into the mirror.
MRD stared back.
One man. Two legends.
Standing before the four brothers, Mirshad didn't speak.
He simply lifted his sword, then lowered it.
A silent promise.
The boy they saved was gone.
The man they created was here.
BOSS and MRD — two sides of the same storm.
And together — they would rewrite the fate of the world.