In the shadow-laced corners of the underground world, where names carried weight like bloodlines and silence echoed louder than gunfire, a new story was beginning to take shape.

Liam was still in his early twenties—a prodigy molded by fire and legacy. He bore the pride of his father's name like a crest, one recognized and respected by those who moved beneath the surface of society. Sharp, composed, and already skilled beyond his years, Liam had carved a path for himself without leaning too heavily on reputation. In the underworld, respect was never inherited—it was earned.

But even the most seasoned fighters whispered one name with reverence. Nack. It was the last name of the one people described as strongest human on earth.

He was legend. A phantom. No one had seen his face, yet everyone knew what he could do. The stories were too consistent to be dismissed, too precise to be myth. Nack was the benchmark—the invisible line that divided humans from something more. His body was honed to brutal efficiency: lean, quick, and lethal. Neither too big to be clumsy nor too small to lack power, he moved with uncanny speed and precision. He could vanish between blinks, strike before thoughts caught up, and dodge attacks as if he had already seen them coming.

But what truly set him apart wasn’t just physicality—it was awareness. Nack could sense presences that hadn’t even stepped into the room yet. Danger lingered just a second too long near him before he’d already acted. Traps, lies, ambushes—he read them like lines in an open book. His intuition wasn’t learned; it was something older, deeper, instinctual. Some said it bordered on clairvoyance.

People imagined him in his late thirties, shaped by harsh nations—America, maybe, or one of those places known for birthing warriors. But they never knew. All they had was the name.

Today Liam was just getting out of the organization's base when he saw a guy standing just outside, looking around like if he wasn't in a dangeorus place, he was dressed normally, looked young, around Liam's age. Liam, still carefully, walked toward him.

"Hey, who are you? Don't you know this is a private area?"