Suddenly, a rod swung toward his head from behind. In a swift, fluid motion, he tilted his head just in time, dodging the strike effortlessly.

  “Yeah… now it’s playtime,” he said, a cold grin spreading across his face, his eyes alight with controlled fury

  CHAPTER - 4: ROAR

  He rose casually from the stone bench, stretching his right arm, then his left, before bringing both hands together in a deliberate motion. Without hesitation, he vaulted over the bench, landing silently in the park’s shadows.

  The first man who had swung the rod didn’t see it coming. A swift kick to the stomach sent him sprawling, and the rod was snatched up mid-motion. In a blur of precision, he struck the next target across the shoulder, then twisted, delivering a clean hit to another.

  The prisoner in front clutched his stomach and stumbled forward—he barely had time to react before a precise strike connected from cheek to neck. Another follow-through and the rod smashed into a guard’s throat, spinning him aside.

  A cold grin spread across his face.

  "Yeah… I love it," he murmured, the words carried by the echoing night.

  He moved again, striking with uncanny speed—one to the face, another to the chest, then a lethal strike to the neck. From across, another man lunged, and he sidestepped, hurling the rod to the ground, lifting the attacker effortlessly, and throwing him into the lake with terrifying ease.

  A low chuckle escaped him. “Come on… come it… come it,” he taunted, eyes gleaming. Another man charged, rod raised high—he met it head-on, and again whispered with that same ice-cold pleasure:

  "I love it.”

  China

  After the prisoners lay still, he sat down quietly—his body resting among theirs, unmoving. The chaos had passed. What remained was breath, silence, and the weight of what he had done.

  His eyes told the story his body refused to.

  The rage that had driven his fists, his strikes, his violence—it was fading. Draining away, slowly. In its place, something far heavier began to rise.

  Pain.

  He wasn’t fighting for pleasure. He never was.

  He was fighting to get his family back.

  The thought cut deeper than any wound. His children. His wife. Faces that haunted him now more than the men lying beneath him ever could.

  His jaw tightened. His eyes burned.

  He hadn’t saved them.

  He hadn’t been there.

  The anger that once justified the killing now twisted into guilt. These men… they were enemies, yes—but they were also pawns.

  Controlled. Ignorant. They didn’t even know the full truth of what they were part of.

  Why did I kill them?

  Why them?

  His breathing faltered.

  Tears welled in his eyes as his strength finally gave way—not in his body, but in his soul.

  “My children…” he whispered, his voice breaking.

  “My children… give them back to me.”

  His hands trembled.

  “Why?” he choked. “Why did you take my wife… my children?”

  Sonora, Mexico

  The bus rumbled along the empty highway, the chatter of passengers low and restless. Clive sat next to Robin, leaning slightly to make his voice heard over the engine’s hum.

  “By the way,” Clive said, “I need to get to Tamaulipas.”

  Robin raised an eyebrow. “Why there?”

  “From there… India,” Clive replied, eyes scanning the horizon.

  Robin frowned. “India? What’s even there?”

  “There’s something in Bhuj,” Clive said quietly. “Something the others… the aliens, they won’t go near.”

  Robin’s brow furrowed deeper. “So you mean we’re going all the way from here to India? That’s insane—far as hell. And with all the roads blocked, how are we even supposed to get there?”

  Clive shrugged. “Maybe… a ship. Someone might be able to get us on one.”

  Robin shook his head. “And who’s going to sail the thing?”

  “Someone has to be there,” Clive said calmly. “After all, a billion people are still out there somewhere.”

  Robin hesitated. “And if there isn’t?”

  “Then we found a boat… something. Maybe Padilla on the coast has one. That’s our only shot.”

  Robin leaned back, skeptical. “Even if we reach there… how do we get past all the borders?”

  Clive’s eyes were steady. “We take the boat to Canada first, then another to Greenland, then Iceland… the UK… and from there, by foot if we must, to India.”

  Robin laughed bitterly. “Brother… It'll take years. And if Canada is on the route, why not just take a bus?”

  “The bus can’t cross borders,” Clive said firmly. “We’ll check Tamaulipas for a ship. If one’s there, that’s our chance.”

  Clive leaned back slightly, voice calm but firm. “Look, we don’t even know how long this bus will wander, or where exactly it’s taking us. We’re just… moving, going in circles. So maybe it’s better if we head to India. There might be something there—something that can help us bring back the people who’ve been taken… and maybe push the aliens out of our planet for good.”

  Robin exhaled, nodding slowly. “Alright then. Let’s set out for Tamaulipas.”

  Clive, satisfied, slid back into his seat, letting the hum of the bus carry him as the journey continued. Outside, the road stretched on—long, uncertain, but holding a glimmer of hope at its end.

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  Seoul, South Korea

  Dae-hyun and Seo-ah sat in the shuttered shop, the silence pressing around them.

  “Uncle… how long will we stay here?” Seo-ah asked, her voice quiet but curious.

  “I don’t know,” Dae-hyun replied, eyes fixed on the closed shutter.

  “Just once… let’s go outside,” she said, tilting her head.

  “And risk what’s out there?” he asked, skeptical.

  Seo-ah leaned back, her grin faint but daring. “Uncle… think about it. In this world, we’re alone. We can take what we want, eat what we want, go wherever we want… pick up any toy we like. Nobody will question us. Nobody will stop us.”

  Dae-hyun let a small smile slip.

  “Please… open the shutter, just once,” she urged.

  Dae-hyun hesitated, then sighed. “Alright.”

  He rose slowly and lifted the shutter.

  A man stood outside, phone in hand. His eyes widened at the sight of Dae-hyun. Dae-hyun’s gaze mirrored the shock. Seo-ah peeked around—another stranger was here.

  “You… escaped too?” she asked.

  “Yes… I escaped from the prisoners too. Can I come in?” the man stammered.

  Dae-hyun thought for a moment, then nodded. The man stepped inside. Seo-ah’s face lit up in a smile—but Dae-hyun felt an unease prick at him.

  The moment Dae-hyun stepped closer, the man attacked. His left hand shoved Dae-hyun’s neck backward while his right fist slammed into his face. Dae-hyun twisted to avoid it, but the strikes were relentless. Another punch landed squarely on his abdomen, followed by a crushing blow to his jaw.

  Seo-ah screamed, rushing to Dae-hyun’s side. She sat beside him, her hands reaching out. “Don’t… don’t hit him!” Tears glimmered in her eyes.

  The attacker shoved her aside with his foot and shouted, panic and fear etched across his face. Dae-hyun scanned the room for anything to use.

  He tried to rise. Another kick sent him sprawling back to the floor. Again, he pushed himself up—only to be met with another vicious strike.

  “Uncle…” Seo-ah cried, clutching him tightly.

  Then Dae-hyun snapped. With a roar, he surged to his feet, eyes blazing with controlled fury. He threw a precise punch to the attacker’s face, making him stumble backward, clutching his jaw.

  Dae-hyun followed immediately with a left hook to the side of the skull, then a devastating strike to the neck. The attacker reeled, and a kick to the stomach brought him further down.

  Pain and fear painted the man’s face. Tears streaked his cheeks as he whimpered, “Sorry… don’t… don’t hit me!”

  But Dae-hyun didn’t stop. He pushed the man against the wall and unleashed a flurry of strikes to the abdomen, until the attacker slumped, trembling and defeated.

  Some time later

  Dae-hyun sat astride the man, his weight pressing him into the floor. Seo-ah knelt close, right in front of the man’s face, her eyes wide but unblinking.

  Dae-hyun’s voice was calm—too calm.

  “So… you attacked us because we survived.”

  The man swallowed. “Yes.”

  Dae-hyun studied him for a moment. “What’s your name?”

  “…Min-jun.”

  “Alright, Min-jun,” Dae-hyun said quietly. “When you saw that we were still alive—why did you decide to kill us?”

  Min-jun hesitated, then spoke, his voice trembling.

  “Because… the beings want all humans to gather at the North Pole and the South Pole. And to make that happen, they told us we could ask for anything. Anything at all. And they would give it to us.”

  Dae-hyun’s eyes hardened. “The North Pole and South Pole? Why there?”

  “They want to live on Earth too,” Min-jun replied. “But for that, humans must accept them. So they’re moving people to the poles—to explain, to convince us. They say they don’t want war. They want coexistence.”

  He paused, then added, almost in a whisper,

  “In their system, the one with the highest authority is called the Main. And they plan to choose a Main for Earth as well.”

  Dae-hyun’s jaw tightened. “And who have they chosen?”

  “India,” Min-jun said. “There’s a place there—Kashmir. A sixty-year-old man from that region.”

  Seo-ah’s breath caught.

  Dae-hyun’s voice dropped. “Why him?”

  “Because they abducted him first,” Min-jun replied. “And he was the first human to agree to live with them. As a favor… they’ll make him Earth’s Main.”

  Silence settled heavily around them.

  Dae-hyun spoke again. “Why do they even want to stay on Earth?”

  Fear flickered in Min-jun’s eyes.

  “They’re afraid. They said if their planet is destroyed by other aliens… they need another place to survive. A backup.”

  Dae-hyun clenched his fists. “So why Earth? And where did they come from?”

  “They told us they’re from this same galaxy,” Min-jun said. “From beyond our solar system. They chose Earth because it has resources—everything needed to survive.”

  Kashmir,India

  From the room of sixty-year-old man a voice is coming

  “Ah,noh..noh… don't!… don’t do it Ah…ah…no!”

  The Amazon Rainforest

  Deep within the vast expanse of the Amazon, the forest trembled—not from thunder, but from arrival.

  Massive spacecraft descended through the dense canopy, their metallic hulls slicing through mist and shadow. Trees bent beneath unseen force as the ships settled onto the forest floor, humming with alien energy.

  At the center stood the largest vessel.

  Inside, a chamber unlike anything human—a long obsidian table stretched beneath a dim, pulsating glow. The air itself felt heavy, charged with authority.

  At the head of the table, upon an elevated throne, sat Hyu-nen—

  The Main.

  His presence alone silenced the room. This was the being from whom all commands flowed. Not elected. Not questioned. Absolute.

  To his right sat Zenm-pio, the second-highest authority—calm, calculating, eyes sharp with quiet dominance.

  To Hyu-nen’s left was Zin-qas, bearer of the third authority, his posture rigid, expression unreadable.

  Further down the table, power descended in strict order.

  Beside Zenm-pio sat Qin-ta, fourth in command—observant, reserved, always listening.

  Opposite him, next to Zin-qas, was Hyons, fifth authority, restless energy barely contained.

  At the far end of the table sat Zika, the sixth—silent, watchful, absorbing every word yet to be spoken.

  The chamber remained still as Zika finally spoke, his voice low but deliberate.

  “So… the dragon Fi-Qiyo has time to arrive.”

  A flicker of impatience crossed Hyons’ face.

  “I want Fi-Qiyo here. Now.”

  Zin-qas turned toward him, eyes narrowing slightly.

  “And why are you so eager for his arrival?”

  Hyons leaned forward. “Because the humans are refusing. They are not accepting us. If they are to be convinced, Fi-Qiyo’s presence is necessary—immediately.”

  Silence followed.

  Then Hyu-nen shifted on his throne.

  “I do not believe his arrival is required yet,” he said calmly. “Especially when we have only just begun to understand them.”

  He paused, as if searching his memory.

  “This language of theirs… what do they call it?”

  A faint tilt of his head.

  “Ah. Yes. English. We have only just learned English.”

  Some time later

  Hyons stepped out of the meeting chamber, his posture sharp, shoulders rigid with restrained irritation. The corridor outside hummed with low, mechanical resonance, the air heavy with alien energy.

  A lower-level being hurried toward him, its voice breaking, struggling to form words in the alien-accented English it had just learned.

  “SSsr… iee… havvv… neeew—”

  Hyons froze, eyes narrowing, the calm menace in him coiling like a spring. “We have learned English,” he said, voice low but lethal. “Speak properly.”

  The being straightened, bowing slightly, voice trembling as it struggled to meet Hyons’ piercing gaze.

  “Sorry, sir… but I have news I must report.”

  Hyons’ arms crossed, his gaze unwavering. “What is it?”

  The being’s words tumbled out in nervous urgency.

  “Sir… the human who is to be made the Main of this planet—he has slept with four human women since last night.”

  A shadow passed across Hyons’ face. For a heartbeat, the corridor seemed to shrink around him, the air growing heavier.

  “That… animal,” he hissed, every syllable sharp with barely restrained rage. “Who decided to make him the Main?”

  He stepped closer, the aura of his authority pressing down on the being. “We are not here to fight humans. We are supposed to live alongside them. Together.”

  He stopped, fists clenching, breathing measured yet tense. His eyes blazed, cold and unyielding.

  “No. No, Hyu-nen… you are wrong.”

  A pause, heavy and deliberate.

  “We are Beings. Why should we live beside humans?” he asked, voice low, deadly, as if weighing each word like a weapon.

  “They are weak. Their feet… their very existence… should remain beneath ours.”

  Hyu-nen remained seated, his posture still and precise, eyes scanning the chamber like a predator observing a prey that had yet to appear. The hum of the spaceship was constant, almost meditative, yet heavy with the weight of unspoken orders.

  A lower-level being approached cautiously, its speech halting and strained.

  “Ssssr… ieee… waan.uuu… ssyy… ssmmmtthng,” it stammered.

  Hyu-nen’s eyes flickered, sharp and unreadable.

  “We have learned English, haven’t we?” he asked, voice calm but edged with authority.

  “Sorry, sir,” the being muttered, bowing slightly.

  Hyu-nen inclined his head. “Yes, it’s fine. Now… what is it you wish to report?”

  The being hesitated, gathering its words.

  “Sir… in this planet’s nation called India—there is a place, Bhuj. I have reported it to you before. Yet… we still cannot enter. We do not know who this human is, but we can say this—there is nothing about him that frightens us. And… he moves through that place as if it were entirely his own.”

  Hyu-nen’s lips curved slightly, just enough to hint at intrigue.

  “Interesting… and what is his name?”

  The being’s voice was uncertain.

  “Sir… we do not know.”

  Hyu-nen leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting.

  “Then… try to find out. I must meet him.”

  Some time later

  Hyu-nen rose from his seat with a deliberate grace, each movement measured and precise. The hum of the spaceship beneath his feet seemed almost to pulse with his thoughts.

  “Bhuj… India… nation… interesting,” he murmured to himself, eyes narrowing slightly, lost in contemplation. “I am curious to meet him… but can he meet me? I do not think so. After all… he is opposing us.”

  Meanwhile, in Kashmir, he walked steadily, a winter cap pulled snug over his head. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he carried no gun—not that he felt the need for one. Here, in this strange survival, no one could touch him.

  What do I do now? he thought, the weight of his mission pressing on his mind. I came here for a purpose… and now all this has happened. So… what do I do now?

  The snow crunched softly beneath his boots, each step sinking into the calm white blanket that covered the ground. The night was silent, the world at peace, and yet, this serenity carried an eerie edge—an unspoken reminder that survival was never truly guaranteed.

  While In another place

  “no! Not… Again…. ah ah…. noh… Stop.. please stop…”

  “Shut up, I want to eat you. So keep quiet, okay”

  In Kashmir, he wandered, taking a quiet kind of enjoyment from the stillness around him, while another part of him was lost in thought: What do I do now?

  In Shillong, they simply survived, moving day by day, each step uncertain. In Bhuj, he allowed himself brief moments of joy, a fleeting sense of life in the chaos.

  Meanwhile, in Mexico, they survived with fear gnawing at them—wondering what might happen next, how they could endure alone on this planet.

  Dae-hyun wanted only to protect Seo-ah,and to bring his family back, and to hold onto the ones he loved. In China, another soul fought silently, his mind filled with the desperate hope of reuniting with his family.

  None of them lived normal lives anymore. They had become something else—warriors, yes, but more than that: survivors.

  They didn’t know their destinations. They didn’t know how, or even if, they would ever see their loved ones again.

  But there was one truth they all shared: in this vast, empty planet, in this unrelenting fight for life, they were not just living—they were enduring. They were surviving.

  In the shadowed reaches beyond Earth, in the vast darkness of space, a dragon moved.

  Its body stretched like a skyscraper, sleek and metallic, yet with patches of soft, almost organic tissue that hinted at life beneath the steel-like armor. Every movement was deliberate, powerful, and impossibly graceful.

  Far away, on another planet in this galaxy, it prowled, a being both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Its name echoed through whispers of legends across worlds: Fi-Qiyo.

  — — — — TO BE CONTINUED — — — —

  SOMEONE IN KASHMIR WANTS

  PROTECTION

  CHAPTER - 5: PROTECT ME

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