This is the age of exotics and technology. Due to the discovery of the wonder mineral resource referred to as exotics, humanity was plunged into an era of war. A vicious circle of killing each other for this rare resource began as technology improved tremendously due to it.
 
Your neighbor country of yesterday is now your rival for exotics. This led to the great battle of supremacy as the world became submerged in war heralding the 3rd world war. After the great battle, the world changed tremendously as the big 5 organizations came to power. The Mercenary Alliance, The Apocalypse Military Organization, The Sea Farers Alliance, Araga, and Oakland came into power as the tyrants of this era.

Clark Pendragon was born into this cruel era where the ones with the biggest fist speak. After his parent's death, he enrolled in a cadet training course, where he graduated to become an exceptional Spartan soldier; the best in his batch. With the help of his country Sparta, his wife Sonia, and a lot of other factors Clark gradually fought his way to the peak of power as an elite grade soldier.

Join me as we witness Clark's legendary and meteoric rise to power, and how he'll conspire against and overthrow the rule of the big 5 to stabilize the world again.

THE CONSPIRACY OF THE ELITES.

 In one of the underground shelters in Vatican City, the civilians huddled together in a huge hall, afraid of staying alone in the different cabin-like rooms built in the shelter for them. 


 At this moment, the civilians had feelings of sorrow, fear, and horror for what tomorrow or even today had for them. 


 The past 5 days have been the most hellish in some of their lives. Packed together in this underground shelter, they could not sleep nor rest as the sounds of the ongoing battle battered at their eardrums. 


 The soldiers guarding them already offered them earmuffs, but it did little in alleviating the fear and trepidations in their hearts. 


 The earthquake-like vibrations of the battle did not help matters either as it only made them more anxious and scared. 


 Their nerves were stretched taut always, even in their sleep, they had no rest as they dreamt of Mocan soldiers storming this shelter and killing them all. 


THE VICTIMS.