In the hospital, specifically in Abdullah's room,
Abdullah was sleeping peacefully. But rays of sunlight fell directly on his face, and with them came faint sounds and noise.
A small hand approached his cheek, gently patting it to wake him. Yet, as time passed, the hand grew firmer—until suddenly, it slapped his face sharply with a loud sound.
"Wake up now, Abdullah!"
Abdullah jolted awake, startled, looking around in confusion—only to find his brother Saif in front of him, laughing with a mischievous grin. Feeling a slight sting on his cheek, Abdullah turned to him and said:
"Does anyone wake someone up like this, Saif?"
Saif replied innocently:
"Yes. Me."
Abdullah, narrowing his eyes:
"Ah, so it's you… Have you become brave enough to do this while I was in deep sleep?"
Saif smiled as if he didn't understand, then said:
"My brother, wake up… only two hours remain until Dhuhr prayer. Are you going to stay lazy like this?"
Abdullah smiled, pulled Saif into a hug, made him sit beside him, then pinched his cheek hard, saying:
"Next time you do this… the house will lose one member."
Saif put on a pitiful expression and said:
"Will you really kill me, brother? Is this what brotherhood is? You'd abandon me for father's inheritance? But father's poor, he doesn't even have an inheritance!
I'm your beloved little brother—you want to leave me? Then who will hide your clothes before you go out? Who will make father and mother scold you for bullying me—even though it's my fault?
Who will annoy you while you eat? And who will walk up to beautiful girls, make them see me as just a little kid, then notice you and talk to you because of me, helping you befriend them?
After all this… you want to abandon me?"
Abdullah groaned in annoyance:
"Shut up! I won't joke with you again. You've turned this chapter into a drama, and now I'll become hated.
And besides—how can you just reveal our plans so easily? Do you want mother to find out that I make my little brother do such things?"
Saif grinned, satisfied that he had finally annoyed Abdullah a little, getting his revenge for all the worry Abdullah had caused him. He then said:
"But brother, honestly… it's a good idea. A handsome little brother and an even more handsome older brother—we really look like the perfect siblings."
Abdullah's irritation deepened:
"Shut up! This is a fighting-fantasy story! I'm supposed to be someone with a noble goal, someone who doesn't even understand these kinds of things. You've exposed us! What will we even tell the readers now? I feel like the novel's turning strange."
Saif, still smiling:
"The readers aren't strangers—they're my friends. I don't hide anything from them. Should I tell them what happened last time, too?"
Quickly, Abdullah clamped his hand over Saif's mouth:
"You really want the house to lose one member, don't you?"
At that moment, their mother entered the room and saw her sons joking and laughing. Her heart filled with joy. She had seen such moments before, but this time was different—this time, she felt as though her elder son, who had almost left her, and her younger son, who had once suffered silently, were both standing before her, playing together. It was the happiest moment of her life.
With a soft voice, her eyes pretending anger, she said:
"You seem fine… Shall I tell your doctor that you're well enough to leave the hospital soon?"
Abdullah laughed, then looked at his mother, whom he had missed so dearly. He stood respectfully, hugged her tightly, and said:
"Yes, do that, mother… I've missed your food, made by your hands, and I've missed our home."
His mother smiled, struggling to hold back her emotions.
"Alright… I'll prepare the very best meals for you."
She placed her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.
"Alhamdulillah, you're fine."
She sat on a nearby chair, while Abdullah returned to his bed and asked:
"Where's father, mother?"
With clear worry in her eyes, she replied:
"He went to a new job… it seems he'll return to the army."
Abdullah's eyes widened:
"The army? Wasn't he dismissed? Why would he go back?"
His mother sighed:
"I don't know… but I'm worried about him. I'm afraid something might happen."
She thought to herself:
Yesterday my worry was for my son… today it's for my husband. Will I live every day with such fear?
Raising her gaze to the sky, she whispered:
"O Allah, protect my husband and my children—they are all I have in this life."
Abdullah tried to reassure her, smiling softly:
"Don't worry, mother. Father will be fine… he's my father, after all."
Saif added with excitement:
"Yes, mama, don't be afraid. Father isn't an ordinary man—he's the one who always protected us, and he'll keep protecting us. That's his role."
Their mother smiled warmly at her sons. Despite her concern for her husband, she trusted him deeply. Then, joyfully, she said:
"My son, you'll achieve your dream and enter Sinai Academy. I'm so proud of you."
But it was clear she still had more to say. Suddenly, Saif raised his voice:
"That's right!" He turned toward his brother with eager eyes.
"Brother… you'll be part of the First Golden Generation. You must become the number one!"
Abdullah blinked in surprise:
"The Golden Generation? What is that, Saif?"
Saif smirked:
"Of course you don't know—you were in deep sleep at this time. Fine, let me explain."
"The whole world is talking about the very first Golden Generation of Sinai Academy.
For the past seven years, the academy has produced champions—but they weren't the strongest, nor were they from the same age group.
And since every story needs a golden generation made of the greatest talents, the children of powerful families and organizations—this year, after seven long years, the strongest youths from across the world will gather together."
Saif's voice grew more intense:
"That's why they're called the Golden Generation! Companies and economic organization are already promoting them—the entire world is watching, waiting for their competition.
Companies are racing to sign contracts with them, to make them the faces of their brands, and to invest in them.
The competition will be fierce. And whoever proves to be the strongest among this generation… will become the strongest in the entire world!"
He took a deep breath, then continued rapidly, almost without pause:
"Not only that—the children of the four organization leaders will enter too. Mustafa's two sons will be there. The children of the richest man in the world—a son and a daughter—will also be joining, and they're said to be incredibly powerful.
And even Mustafa's daughter—the forbidden pearl he guards so fiercely—she'll be there too! Imagine, there's even another competition: making that girl fall in love with you… that would make you the best young man in the world!"
Saif spoke with such passion it seemed he hadn't even taken a breath.
Abdullah froze, stunned:
"All this happened while I was asleep? Did we really return to the 'Fighting-Fantasy Academy' setting?"
Saif laughed:
"Brother, are you going to back out now?"
Abdullah smiled faintly, but inside, unease grew. He recalled his system, his fears, and the looming destruction of the world. Then he muttered quietly:
"So this is the usual plotline…"
Next Stop: A Mother's Worries
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"If you enjoyed the chapter, tell me your thoughts!
What do you think of this familiar yet intriguing plot?
And what do you predict will happen at the Sinai Global Academy?
What challenges will Abdullah face there?
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A message from Saif, Abdullah's younger brother:
"Finally, I've appeared—and my name's been revealed!
What do you think of my name?
Would you want a little brother like me?
Oh, and did you know? 'Saif' means 'sword'.
So who will I become?
The Sword of Justice… or a Demonic Blade?
See you in the next chapter! ⚔️"