Chapter 20: The Birth of a Legend
Chapter 20: The Birth of a Legend
The sun was high as I stepped out of the hovercar, my destination looming before me—the Warrior Registration Center in Mumbai. A colossal structure of black titanium and reinforced graphene, it was one of the most heavily fortified buildings in the country, housing everything from biometric testing facilities to military-grade training arenas.
Today wasn't just another day. Today was the day I officially registered as a Psychic Warrior.
The Registration Process Begins
I walked through the massive entrance doors, my boots echoing against the polished floors. Gene Warriors, military officers, and academy students bustled around, their conversations a low hum of excitement and tension.
The registration hall was lined with dozens of self-service kiosks, where warriors scanned their credentials and logged their genetic modifications. But for cases like mine—special cases—a personal evaluation was mandatory.
I approached the main registration desk, where a middle-aged officer sat, his expression one of boredom.
"Name?" he asked, not even looking up.
"Veer Verma."
He typed my name into the system, but the moment my file loaded, his fingers froze over the keyboard. His eyes widened as he scanned my previous records—a sixteen-year-old already at Foundation Stage Level 5?
He swallowed and glanced up. "And you're registering as a Psychic Warrior too?"
"Yes."
The atmosphere in the hall shifted. Nearby warriors overheard the exchange, and whispers began to spread.
Before the officer could respond, a red security light blinked on his terminal. A classified alert had been triggered.
Within moments, a high-ranking official strode into the room—a tall man with silver-streaked hair and a military posture that radiated authority. His sharp eyes locked onto me as he motioned for me to follow.
"This way," he said.
Testing the Psychic Potential
I was led into a private chamber, where an array of advanced psychic detection machines stood. In the center was a biometric scanner linked to a high-frequency neural amplifier.
"Place your hand here," the official instructed.
I complied, feeling a faint warmth spread through my palm as the machine hummed to life. Within seconds, the results flashed on the screen.
Psychic Potential: S-Grade.
The room fell into stunned silence.
The official's face twitched with shock before he quickly tapped into a secure communication terminal.
"This is Chief Examiner Rajan," he said, his voice sharp. "We have an S-Grade Psychic Warrior. Full registration confirmed—alert central command immediately."
An encrypted alert was sent directly to the Indian government, military intelligence, and top research institutes.
News Spreads Like Wildfire
Despite attempts to keep it classified, the information leaked within the hour.
A low-ranking official secretly forwarded the report to a journalist, and soon after, the warrior community exploded.
Social media erupted with speculation and theories.
News anchors reported live on national television.
Government think tanks debated my potential impact.
Ordinary citizens whispered my name in markets and homes.
Online forums were flooded with discussions.
Even international intelligence agencies intercepted the report. China, the U.S., Russia, and Europe were now fully aware of my existence.
I had become a global topic overnight.
The Recruitment Frenzy Begins
By the time I returned home, my communicator was flooded with messages.
The first call came from a prestigious military academy.
"Veer Verma, we're offering 500,000 AstraCoins per month, full sponsorship, and private training with Titan Stage mentors."
Not even ten minutes later, a corporate warrior institute countered.
"750,000 AstraCoins monthly, access to exclusive weapons, and lifetime sponsorship in research programs."
By the end of the day, over fifty organizations had sent offers.
The Bidding War for a Prodigy
At 9 PM, a classified video conference was held. Present were military generals, corporate executives, and elite academy heads.
A government-backed warrior division started the bidding war.
"1.5 million AstraCoins per month, full combat gear, and priority mission selection."
A private warrior syndicate raised the stakes.
"2 million AstraCoins, top-grade cultivation manuals, and access to elite war strategies."
Then, an Indian research institute entered the battle.
"3 million AstraCoins per month, plus an additional 1 billion AstraCoins worth of genetic enhancements."
But the final offer silenced them all.
A B.A.F. General, a man with cold, piercing eyes, leaned forward and delivered the ultimate bid:
"5 million AstraCoins per month, a Level 4 full-body combat suit, and immediate access to India's elite war academy. Plus, we'll grant Veer Verma access to a 1 billion AstraCoin cultivation manual, one that has never been given to a warrior at his level before."
The entire room fell silent.
I had no doubt—the B.A.F. had won the war.
The Shadow of Assassination
But the moment I became the most sought-after warrior in India, I also became the most hunted.
In the underworld, whispers of my rise spread quickly.
Foreign agencies feared my power and influence.
Espionage networks flagged me as a "high-risk individual."
Anonymous entities placed an assassination bounty of 50 million AstraCoins.
Within 24 hours, at least three assassination attempts were intercepted by Indian intelligence.
One attempt came from a hired mercenary group.
A team of Genetic Stage warriors tried to infiltrate Mumbai's secure zones, only to be neutralized before reaching city limits.
Another attack came through poison.
A shipment of food delivered to my home was laced with a neurotoxin—but my father, a former warrior, detected it in time.
The third attack was the deadliest.
A cloaked sniper was caught 1.5 kilometers away, aiming a plasma rifle at me. He was executed on the spot.
My very existence had thrown the world into chaos.
One Week of Brutal Training
With my life now in constant danger, I threw myself into training with my father.
For one week, I endured a nightmare regimen.
Gravity Chamber: 10x gravity for full-body enhancement.
Psychic Training: Mastering mid-air combat and telekinetic fine control.
Battle Simulations: Real-life combat against multiple opponents.
By the end of the week, my body and mind had evolved.
1st January 2077 – The Beginning of a New Era
The New Year arrived, and with it, the dawn of my rise.
The assassins would come. The enemies would grow stronger.
But I was ready.
And I wasn't just going to survive.
I was going to dominate.
---
END OF THE CHAPTER.....