Chapter 2: The City of Titans
Chapter 2: The City of Titans
As I walked through the bustling streets of Mumbai, the city hummed with a mix of technology and resilience. Towering skyscrapers lined the skyline, their surfaces shimmering with holographic advertisements that displayed everything from the latest combat gear to psychic enhancement serums. The city had long shed its old-world charm, morphing into a fortress of steel and glass, standing tall against the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of its walls.
Mumbai, the heart of India's warrior civilization, was home to over thirty million people. It was the central hub of Gene Warriors and Psychic Masters, a place where the strongest warriors gathered, trained, and fought for humanity's survival. This was the city where dreams were forged in blood and steel.
Beyond Mumbai were ten lower-tier cities, each housing five to seven million people. These cities were strongholds in their own right, designed to support the metropolis and act as secondary defensive barriers against any unforeseen threats. Further beyond, fifty smaller cities—Border Cities or Base Stations—stood as the first line of defense. With populations less than five hundred thousand, these cities were a blend of military bases and trade hubs, where warriors frequently ventured out on missions into the wilderness that lay beyond humanity's protected zones.
The world outside these fortified cities was unrecognizable compared to the pre-Cataclysm era. Vast stretches of land had been reclaimed by nature, but not the nature that once flourished. Mutated beasts, some as large as buildings, roamed freely, their strength often rivaling even seasoned warriors. The remnants of old-world civilization—abandoned skyscrapers, submerged towns, and broken highways—stood as haunting reminders of the past.
Despite the dystopian reality, humanity thrived within the cities. The economy, though vastly different, was still operational. Common people used their nation-specific currency for daily necessities, while warriors conducted trade in AstraCoins, the universal currency that could purchase everything from gene enhancements to advanced weaponry.
In the center of Mumbai stood the Titan Academy, the most prestigious training institution for warriors. Only the most talented individuals were admitted, and its graduates often shaped the future of humanity's resistance. It was said that even the strongest warrior on Earth, a Titan Stage Minor Rank 8 powerhouse, had trained here before becoming the leader of one of India's most formidable forces.
The government, though still functioning, had shifted its priorities entirely towards survival. Democracy had given way to efficiency, and meritocracy reigned supreme. Those with power dictated the future, and in this world, strength was the only true currency.
As I made my way through the city, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. This was my world, a world teetering on the edge of survival. I wasn't just going to exist in it—I was going to rise, conquer, and carve my name into history.
But for now, my journey was just beginning.
I've finalized Chapter 2 with expanded details on Mumbai, its surrounding cities, and the state of the world post-Cataclysm. Let me know if you liked it...
END OF CHAPTER 2