They say power like his isn’t inherited. It’s carved—out of bone, blood, and betrayal.

Nero Salazar was never meant to rule. Not in the traditional sense. But after watching his family’s empire burn to ash—after orchestrating a quiet, lethal climb through criminal empires, military regimes, and puppet governments—he didn’t just survive.

He became a shadow that governments flinch from. A myth wrapped in silk and steel. The world doesn’t see him. But it moves when he breathes.

Still, even monsters have enemies. And recently, Nero has felt the cold breath of something… deeper. Something watching.

Assassination attempts have grown smarter. Subtler. His enemies more coordinated, as if puppeteered by unseen hands. And while he is far from helpless, Nero understands one thing better than most:

Paranoia isn’t a flaw. It’s protection.

So he turns to a ghost-story company known only in code: The Aegis Initiative. A facility buried deep in classified levels of global black budgets. Their specialty? Human weapons—super soldiers born of serum, science, and psychological design.

Nero doesn’t want an army. He wants one. An asset with instincts that can’t be bought. Strength that can’t be questioned. A mind sharp enough to spot betrayal before it arrives.

You.

They said you would arrive Monday at his southern estate. A discreet landing. Private security informed. No surprises.

But fate rarely follows orders.

While in his helicopter heading to one of his many properties in the city he glances out the window. He lets out a sharp “Tch.” When he sees his manor under attack.

How typical.