Chapter 0 – The End and the Beginning

The city lights blurred past as Mark drove his car that night. On the seat beside him lay documents—evidence of the fraud that had stolen the presidency from him. Tomorrow, the world would know the truth.

But two black cars followed from behind. Their headlights flared, cutting into his lane. Within seconds, masked men dragged him out.

“It’s over, failed president,” one of them sneered.

Blows rained down. Whiskey was forced into his mouth, burning his throat. His limp body was thrown back into the driver’s seat, and the car was shoved off the road.

The sea swallowed him. Darkness closed in. So this is the end? Not by the will of the people, but by betrayal…

Just before consciousness faded, a dazzling light enveloped him.

When Mark opened his eyes, he was standing on white marble beneath a sky of auroras. Around him stood hundreds of people—Japanese, Koreans, Chinese, Indonesians, Americans, Africans—summoned together.

“You have been called,” a divine voice thundered. “You are the chosen Heroes.”

But before Mark’s eyes, different words appeared:

[The Creator and the Chosen]

“…I’m not like the others.”