Upcoming Veeras
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The hall remained silent for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Amitabh Gandhi observed the faces around the obsidian table—leaders who ruled continents, commanded armies, and shaped narratives—yet hesitated like witnesses to a storm they could already feel but not yet see.
Seeing that everything had settled into an uneasy pause, Amitabh spoke again.
"Since we're all here," he said evenly, "it would be inefficient to end this meeting without aligning on one more matter."
Peter Pendragon narrowed his eyes. "What matter?"
"The progress," Amitabh replied, "of our upcoming 'Veeras'."
The word slipped into the room without explanation.
Luna Maxwell stiffened. "Veera?" she repeated. "That's not an internationally recognized term."
"It isn't meant to be," Amitabh said calmly. "Not yet. We all had seen them when we brought them to receive our 'guest', but a proper introduction is due."
No one interrupted him.
"The world believes evolution is happening randomly," he continued. "They think it is statistical, biological, accidental. What they don't know—and what they must not know yet—is that some individuals are… responding faster than others."
His gaze hardened.
"These individuals are not soldiers. Not experiments. Not weapons."
A brief pause.
"They are outcomes."
The room absorbed that.
"With reluctance or not," Amitabh went on, "we need awareness at the highest level. So I suggest we share what we know—nothing more. Names will stay classified. Details will remain contained within this chamber."
Silence followed.
Then, one by one, the leaders nodded.
Amitabh inclined his head. "Since the idea is mine, I'll begin."
The space beside him shifted. A holographic projection flared into existence—clean, minimal, and stripped of all national insignia.
"From Hindvarthya," Amitabh said, "we have identified a subject currently operating beyond standard Pariama metrics."
The projection adjusted.
"Kartik Thakur. Male. Twenty-six years old."
A tall silhouette formed on the screen, broad-shouldered, sharply defined.
"One hundred ninety-six centimeters tall. Black hair. Yellow irises observed post-Pariama. Muscular skeletal adaptation far exceeding baseline."
The image shifted to show a volcanic landscape.
"He is currently training in the volcanic mountain ranges of Java, Indonesia. Extreme geothermal environments appear to accelerate his Pariama stage stabilization."
In the image, a tall figure is shown running near the volcanic area, seemingly unaffected by the heat.
All leaders' expressions sharpened slightly.
"He has reached the peak of the Pariama stage," Amitabh continued, "and stands on the threshold of a breakthrough into the next phase..."
The word lingered.
"This progression," Amitabh added, "was achieved without artificial enhancement."
Peter exhaled slowly through his nose.
Amitabh deactivated the projection. "That's all I will share for now."
A moment passed before another leader spoke.
"Huaxia will go next," Hong Zhuang said in a deep voice.
A new projection emerged.
"Hong Ming," he continued. "Male. Twenty-four years old. My firstborn.
Luna raised an eyebrow. "You involved your own royal bloodlines?"
"He is talented," Hong Zhuang replied flatly.
"Height: one hundred eighty-five centimeters. Black hair. Blue irises observed after awakening. Lean physique, optimized rather than expanded."
The backdrop changed—snow-draped peaks and endless ridges.
"He is training in the Kunlun Mountains. Like Kartik Thakur, he has reached the peak of the Pariama stage."
On one of the peaks, a young man is sitting in total silence, completely devoid of movement.
"The similarity in progression rate is… concerning." Hong Zhuang whispered to himself.
The projection faded.
Ameriork followed.
Peter Pendragon spoke with visible restraint. "We didn't want to share this yet."
"But you will," Amitabh replied.
Another figure appeared.
"Anna Parker. Female. Twenty-seven years old."
Golden-blonde hair. Green eyes. Tall, composed.
"She is training near Mount Shasta, California. Height: one hundred eighty-five centimeters. Physiological adaptation remains stable, but her mental synchronization exceeds projections."
A young woman is moving with speed, totally outside the scope of humanity, avoiding the obstacles coming in her way.
Peter clenched his jaw. "She is one step away from peak stabilization."
No one missed the implication.
Afropia representative Samia Sirleaf activated her display next.
"Makena Abara. Female. Twenty-five years old."
The image showed a woman standing against ancient stone structures. Doing weightlifting, but instead of using normal weights, she is using big boulders.
"One hundred eighty-four centimeters tall. Brown hair. Red irises. Curvilinear muscular development.
"She is training near Great Zimbabwe," she continued. "Also one step away from peak."
Then came Soversia.
A broad-shouldered figure filled the projection, completely submerged in the icy cool lake, catching fish with his bare hands.
"Boris Aleksandr. Male. Twenty-nine years old. One hundred ninety-five centimeters tall. Grey hair, grey eyes."
The image showed frozen tundra and endless white.
"He is training in the Siberian zones. His body density has increased beyond Kartik Thakur's, though at the cost of speed."
A pause.
"He has already reached the peak of Pariama stage."
Finally, all eyes turned to Luna.
She hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—then activated her display.
"From Austran," she said quietly, "we present Noah Theodore."
A tall figure appeared.
"Male. Twenty-three years old. One hundred eighty-six centimeters tall. Blonde hair. Orange eyes. Lean physical structure."
The backdrop shifted to rugged cliffs and vast wetlands. Swimming in the water at a very fast speed.
"He is training in the Kakadu Islands. One step away from peak level."
The projection vanished.
Silence reclaimed the chamber.
Six individuals. Six continents. Six anomalies.
"Wait a minute, I remember clearly that you have brought two figures with you, Miss Luna."
Dimitri folded his hands together.
"If you do not find me impolite, can you tell us what happened to the other one?" Dimitri asks sharply.
"Yes, I find that impolite, Mr. Slovoski, and I have already shared the information of my chosen Veera candidate, so I don't think I must share more," Luna replied protectively for this other figure.
Seeing the tension rising, Amitabh intervenes, "It's okay, Miss Luna, you don't have to share more."
The hall fell silent.
Since nobody else has anything to say, Amitabh stands up, "I think we should conclude this m–
'Thump'
Before he could complete his sentence, the giant door of the hall opened up, and someone entered the World Leader's meeting without their permission.
A.N. - This chapter includes a little bit of an info dump.
the title means, 'Upcoming Heroes.'