In a luxurious, security-modified car speeding along a specific route, the roads around it were completely deserted—no other vehicles, no people. It felt as if the route had been secured and sealed off, designed to keep the movements of the passenger completely hidden.
Inside the car:
The driver sat up front, laser-focused, seemingly deaf to everything behind him. His attention was fully on the road, while the car's AI system scanned the surroundings for any possible threat.
In the back seat sat one of the most powerful men in the world: the head of the Organization of Al-Adl . With a stern expression, he gazed at his private system screen and initiated a call.
In an instant, four other faces appeared on the screen—each one a man of unmatched power and influence.
The head of the Global Economic Organization spoke first:
— "What's going on? Have you found someone to lead the Sixth Organization yet?"
Then, all of them noticed something odd—this was the first time Mazen, the head of the Organization of Al-Adl , had contacted them from outside his office, specifically from a moving vehicle.
Mazen responded in a serious tone:
— "No, I haven't found a candidate for the Sixth Organization... but I've found something far more important."
All four men stiffened, expressions shifting to focused concern.
Majed, the head of the Union of Heka Users, asked:
— "What is it, Mazen? Don't scare us. Is there a problem?"
Mazen replied calmly and clearly:
— "The issue, Majed, is that I've found a young man... who carries the legacy of an ancient Egyptian god."
Silence filled the virtual space.
Then Mustafa, head of the Economic Organization, nearly shouted:
— "What?! We've searched for years for someone who carries the legacy of an Egyptian god and found nothing. We gave up hope—especially after the First Cosmic War. We thought no Egyptian would ever inherit a god's legacy again."
— "And now you're saying you've found someone? Do you realize the magnitude of what you're claiming?"
Majed stepped in, trying to cool the rising tension:
— "Calm down, Mustafa. I know how much you've invested in this search. But now we need to process the situation logically. Hossam, what's your take?"
Hossam, head of the Global Sinai Academy and the Education Organization, spoke:
— "If what you're saying is true, then this is incredible news. You all know Egypt is the only nation that hasn't produced a god's heir in the modern era. This has led to rising doubts about our legitimacy as true descendants of the ancient Egyptians."
— "Other nations have their own god-heirs, and over time they've grown in strength, trying to outmatch us in resources and influence."
— "But thanks to our skilled Heka users, who are just as powerful, we've maintained balance."
— "That's why this young man must be protected and trained. The Second Cosmic War is coming, and there are beings who want us extinct."
— "He might also be the key to unlocking the third level of Heka control."
Hossam turned to Mazen and asked:
— "How old is this young man? Which god's legacy does he carry? Where is he now, and what level is he at?"
Mazen responded mentally through the secured system:
— "He's 18 years old, turning 19 in a few months. Currently, he's at Level 9 of physical reconditioning, and he's in a hospital."
Majed asked, surprised:
— "Why is he in a hospital?"
Hossam answered before Mazen could:
— "Well, we must provide full protection and care. Since he's joining the academy, I'll personally observe him and assess his personality. If he turns out to be a threat... we'll eliminate him."
His eyes gleamed with a deadly seriousness.
But Mazen interjected:
— "It's not that simple, Hossam. The boy has a 'rare-common' disease that prevents him from advancing to Level 2. Right now, he's in critical condition—he could die any moment."
— "No one can save him… but the Heka-sensing device is showing a continuous increase in energy with every heartbeat."
— "That's how we confirmed he carries a godly legacy. We still don't know which god or how to save him."
A long silence followed.
Then Majed said:
— "Now I understand why you called us from your car. You need to reach him quickly and see if he survives."
— "If he dies, we need to know why—so we're prepared in case someone else inherits a similar legacy."
— "If he has siblings, we must preserve their bloodline in case the legacy reappears."
— "But if he lives... then this must remain an absolute secret."
Mustafa, deep in thought, said:
— "Is this kid just lucky? Or is it a coincidence he appeared at exactly the right time?"
— "Think about it. We're about to launch massive media campaigns for the First Golden Generation through the Economy and Education Organizations."
— "Meanwhile, the Organizations of Al-Adl and the Union will be overseeing new competitions and missions."
Then he turned to the only man who hadn't spoken yet—the head of the Fifth Organization: the secret intelligence unit, ruler of the underworld, and one of the most dangerous men alive.
Mustafa continued:
— "This is your time too. It's the season for purging spies and infiltrators from the other organizations—your annual operation."
— "Tell me... is this really luck? Or has the stage been set all along, waiting for the hero to make his entrance?"
The others sat silently, pondering his words.
Majed finally spoke:
— "Maybe. It does feel strange. But we can only thank Allah that we're still able to keep this hidden."
— "Let's end the call. Everyone has their orders. I'll inform Commander Abdulrahman, the President of Egypt, and our highest national leaders."
The call ended.
Each organization head gave sharp, urgent orders to their secretaries.
Except for the head of the Intelligence Organization—he said just one word when his assistant arrived:
— "Clean."
The assistant nodded and left without question.
In the hours that followed, arrests and eliminations were carried out. Massive media campaigns were launched. Egypt—and the world—erupted in noise and confusion.
All because of one person.
After the call, Mazen stared again at the boy's file, flipping to the page with the father's name...
He froze. His eyes widened.
He remembered Mustafa's words and whispered:
— "Is this... really just coincidence?"
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Next stop: The Sixth Man and a Critical Moment
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"If you enjoyed this chapter, tell me what you think!
What's your take—is all this just coincidence… or something more?
And I know you've figured out who the Sixth Man is by now…
Did anyone guess his identity correctly?"