[6th July, 2155 In Iraq]
Amid the chaos, the air was filled with the deafening echoes of human screams and relentless gunfire. Flames devoured everything in their path as people burned alive, their agonizing cries piercing through the smoke-choked sky. Some ran desperately through the streets with fire clinging to their bodies, turning the city into a living nightmare.
The entire city stood on the brink of annihilation. Shops lay shattered, towering buildings reduced to rubble, the offices of powerful figures destroyed, and homes collapsed into lifeless debris.
Gripping the twisted frame of a wrecked car beside him, Hamzah Al Qadir slowly forced himself to stand. His body trembled with pain and exhaustion. For a brief moment he stared at the burning ruins around him, the weight of devastation pressing down on his mind.
Then, almost whispering to himself, he asked with a hollow voice:
"Was starting the Third World War… the greatest mistake of my life?"
World World III : 22nd Century...
[30th December, 2154]
"In these times, the relationship between nations grows more fragile with each passing day. The smallest spark could ignite a war. I urge every citizen to remain cautious. Stay inside your homes unless it is absolutely necessary to leave. Protect yourselves and your families."
The voice speaking carried the calm authority of an American leader, yet beneath it lingered a quiet tension.
"I am President Vexley Norton. That will be all for today."
With those final words, the broadcast ended.
Elsewhere in the world, the name Israel had already faded into the shadows of history. Nearly eighty years had passed since its destruction. Generations had grown up without ever hearing its story. To most of humanity now, Israel was nothing more than a forgotten word—erased by time, buried beneath decades of shifting borders and new conflicts.
Far away, inside the cold and heavily guarded press conference hall of the Russian government, a gathering of powerful figures sat in uneasy silence.
At the center of the table was Russian President Maxim Smirnov, his expression rigid and unreadable. Beside him sat Iranian President Khalid Al Zarrar, the President of Iraq, Bilal Al Harb, along with several influential legal advisors.
They were gathered to discuss a crisis that had been silently tightening its grip around the planet—global warming.
The reason was a tragedy the world had never truly recovered from.
Twenty-three years earlier, the greatest mangrove forest on Earth—the Sundarbans, stretching along the waters of the Bay of Bengal—had been completely consumed by fire. What began as scattered flames soon turned into an unstoppable inferno. For days, the sky burned red as the ancient forest was reduced to ash.
By the time the fire died, nothing remained.
With the fall of that natural shield, the balance of the planet slowly began to collapse. Temperatures rose. Storms grew more violent. Oceans crept further inland. From that moment onward, the shadow of global warming spread across the entire world.
Inside the conference hall, Maxim Smirnov, the President of Russia, leaned forward and spoke with quiet determination.
His proposal was simple—yet urgent.
Every empty piece of land across the world, he insisted, must be turned into forests. Nations must plant as many trees as possible, rebuilding what humanity had already lost.
But far away, across the ocean, the idea was not welcomed.
Vexley Norton, the President of the United States, openly rejected the suggestion. In his mind, covering the cities and open landscapes of America with endless forests would ruin the country's carefully crafted beauty and urban grandeur.
And so, even in the face of a dying planet, politics continued to stand where unity should have been.
In that same press conference hall, among the world's most powerful figures, sat a young man.
He was the Captain of Iraq's forty-three military sectors, a soldier whose reputation had already become legend. Four years earlier, he had been given a title rarely spoken lightly in military history—"One Man Army."
His name was Hamzah Al Qadir.
Slowly, he rose from his seat. The quiet movement drew the attention of every leader in the room.
Looking toward Maxim Smirnov, he spoke calmly.
"I already knew, President Maxim, that the President of the United States, Vexley Norton, would never agree to your proposal. For him, politics will always stand above the future of the world."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"I would like to say a few words to President Vexley—if everyone here permits."
A brief silence filled the room.
Then, one by one, the leaders nodded.
Hamzah turned his gaze directly toward the News Media Camera. His voice remained steady—respectful, yet sharp enough to cut through the tension hanging in the air.
"My respect for you is endless, President Vexley Norton. But respect alone does not keep the world alive. Unfortunately… you seem to be realizing that far too late."
He slightly lowered his voice, though the weight of his words only grew heavier.
"I am much younger than everyone in this room, and I do not wish to speak beyond my place. So I will say only this—if you cannot help us, then at least do not stand in the way of what we are trying to do."
For a brief second, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath.
"Because the consequences… will be terrifying."
Hamzah's eyes did not waver.
"And if you believe that I am threatening you… then you would be the greatest fool on this planet."
When he finished speaking, he simply turned around, walked back, and calmly sat down in his chair—as if nothing extraordinary had just happened.
For a moment after Hamzah sat down, the
conference hall remained silent.
Then the silence slowly shifted.
Whispers began to spread across the room.
The leaders present exchanged glances, and one by one it became clear that many of them had admired the courage in Hamzah Al Qadir's words. He had said what most of them had been thinking but had never dared to speak openly to Vexley Norton.
What began as a discussion soon turned into a decision.
After several minutes of deliberation, the leaders reached an agreement. If the world truly wanted to rebuild the forests that had been lost since the destruction of the Sundarbans, someone fearless enough to lead such a mission was needed.
And there was only one name in the room that carried that kind of reputation.
Hamzah Al Qadir.
Right there in the press conference hall, the leaders officially declared him the commander of the global mission to rebuild the new forests of the world.
Everyone in that room knew the stories about him.
They knew that if anyone tried to stand in Hamzah's way, he would not stop to count how many enemies stood before him. Numbers meant nothing to a man who had earned the title "One Man Army."
And when the matter of authority was raised, Maxim Smirnov, the President of Russia, gave a chillingly simple approval.
Hamzah would be allowed to do whatever was necessary to complete the mission.
No matter the cost.