Narrator
"After many long days, a beautiful one finally arrived—a day that quietly fulfilled wishes no one dared to speak aloud. A day when the world seemed to pause, just long enough for hope to catch up. A day when the city glowed at night, lovers walked side by side, and every heart waited for the moment a new chapter of life could finally begin."
The city was alive with color.
Streets shimmered beneath endless strings of light, each bulb flickering like a captured star. Trees stood wrapped in glowing ribbons, their branches heavy with soft snow that reflected the golden shine. Empty fields stretched out like mirrors, catching every glimmer and turning the ground into a sea of light. Every house, every window, every corner of the city sparkled in celebration—as if the night itself had come alive.
Above it all, the sky was no longer empty.
Drones drifted slowly overhead, silent and graceful, like artificial constellations moving across the dark. They pulsed gently, casting waves of color down onto the streets below, blending technology with something almost magical.
People filled the roads—laughing, smiling, alive in a way that only comes once in a while. Strangers spoke like old friends. Music echoed through the air, mixing with distant cheers and soft footsteps on snow. For a moment, it felt as if nothing bad had ever existed… as if this night could last forever.
It felt like a miracle.
It felt like Christmas had come early.
Mira and Furo walked side by side, their pace slow, their eyes taking in everything as if they didn't want to miss a single second. Leo and Anny followed just behind them, sharing quiet smiles, their laughter blending with the crowd. Nanny and Dink moved ahead, laughing loudly, completely lost in the joy of the moment—free, weightless, untouched by worry.
For once… everyone was happy.
Everyone—
except Lig and Nemo.
They stood apart, just beyond the glow of the lights, where the warmth of the celebration couldn't quite reach. The colors of the city reflected in their eyes, but neither of them smiled.
Silence surrounded them, heavier than the noise of the crowd.
Because while the world celebrated a beginning…
they stood at the edge of a choice.
A choice that could change everything.
Earth-5 Ina — Inarseio Region,
A planet of extremes.
Vast, restless oceans. Endless, burning deserts. Towering mountains that pierced the clouds. Ancient fortresses carved deep into stone, standing like silent witnesses to centuries of war and survival.
Inarseio—especially the Indira region—was known for its unforgiving deserts and unbreakable people.
They valued freedom above all else.
Long ago, the planet was called "Endless Heaven."
A name born from its beauty… and the harmony its people once shared.
But names don't survive when history changes.
Everything began to fade the day AOX arrived.
They came with a contract—offering protection, stability, and progress.
And for a few years… it worked.
Peace returned. Trade flourished. Hope slowly rebuilt itself.
Then… control followed.
Quiet at first. Almost invisible.
The king's authority began to weaken, piece by piece, decision by decision. Borders were redrawn. The planet fractured into regions—Indira, Chnarisl, Russela, and Japorio.
What once stood united… became divided.
Eventually, those regions were forced to unite again—this time under AOB—forming what was now known as Inarseio.
But it wasn't true unity.
It was survival.
Beyond them, other territories—Pakarial, Amerina, the Unit of Kings of Land, and Gerom—fell deeper under AOX influence, their autonomy slipping away like sand through fingers.
The price of protection…
had been freedom.
Niko stopped walking.
The noise of the crowd faded behind her as she slowly looked up at the sky. The distant lights shimmered faintly above, but her eyes weren't really seeing them.
A single tear slipped from her left eye.
She wiped it away quickly, as if it had never been there.
Her voice was soft. Quiet. Almost lost in the wind.
"Today is Christmas… Everyone is celebrating."
She paused.
"Once… we celebrated too."
A faint smile tried to form—but didn't last.
"Tourists came from everywhere. The streets were full… music, lights, laughter."
Her gaze lowered.
"But when the war began… they stopped coming."
A breath.
"And after the sudden AOX attacks…"
Her voice nearly broke.
"…we stopped celebrating altogether."
A voice spoke from behind her.
"Well… that may be true."
A small pause.
"But it's still heaven."
Niko turned.
"Because the angel of this place… is still here."
She froze.
Lig stood there.
And beside him—Nemo.
For a moment, time itself seemed to stop.
Her eyes widened, disbelief washing over her face.
"Wow…"
A breath escaped her lips.
"You came to see me… after all these years?"
Lig gave a faint, quiet smile.
"Yes."
A pause.
"I did."
Then his expression shifted—calmer, heavier.
"Can we talk… inside your room?"
Before she could respond—
A boy suddenly rushed forward and threw his arms around Lig.
He was shaking.
Crying.
"Please… save my brother!"
His voice cracked.
"The South captured him!"
Silence lasted for less than a second.
Then everything broke.
Voices erupted from all around them.
"Please save my sister!"
"My father is missing!"
"They took my friends!"
"Captain of AOB, please help us!"
The crowd closed in.
Desperate. Broken. Hoping.
Lig stood still, surrounded by pain that had nowhere else to go.
His eyes moved across their faces—fear, anger, helplessness.
Then slowly… he turned to Niko.
"What happened?"
Niko exhaled deeply.
Not just tired—
but exhausted by years of watching everything fall apart.
"For the past few years… the South has been breaking every law we had left."
Her voice hardened.
"Anyone who questions them… disappears."
A pause.
Her eyes darkened.
"And now…"
"They've started using primitive methods again."
One word lingered in the air.
Heavy.
Cold.
"…slavery."
Lig frowned.
Then he looked back at the crowd—at the desperation in their eyes, at the hands reaching toward him like he was their last hope.
"That's terrible," he said slowly. "But Earth-5 falls under the authority of Earth-10's government. You should take this to them. This… is a political matter."
Niko shook her head.
"No help came."
Her voice was calm—but empty.
"They said they sent officers. Someone even came here…"
A pause.
"…but they claimed they saw nothing."
Lig fell silent.
The weight of it settled in.
"I… can't interfere."
At that moment, a small figure stepped forward.
A young elf child—no older than ten.
"But AOB stands for justice," the child said softly.
"And you… you and Agent N… are the guardians of AOB."
Lig didn't answer.
He just looked at the crowd.
Then—without a word—
he turned and walked inside.
Inside the bathroom,
Lig stood in front of the mirror.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Then he splashed water onto his face.
Cold drops slid down his skin, tracing silent lines.
He stared at his reflection—
as if trying to recognize the man looking back.
A knock broke the silence.
"Come in."
Nemo stepped inside.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
Nemo crossed his arms, leaning slightly against the wall.
"Well… the truth is," he said flatly,
"the South paid Atlas one trillion Iko to allow this."
A pause.
"Atlas takes forty percent of the profit. Nearly one million Iko every month."
Lig's eyes slowly closed.
"…Oh."
Nemo watched him for a second.
"Take your time."
Then he turned and left.
Moments later—
Niko entered quietly.
Lig didn't turn.
He looked at her through the mirror.
"That kid was right."
A pause.
"Are we really… guardians?"
Niko's voice was soft.
"You already know the answer."
Lig lowered his head.
"A few months ago…"
"…at a meeting like the one we're going to…"
His voice grew heavier.
"I destroyed an entire planet… to save my men."
Silence.
"Was I right?"
Another pause.
"Do I deserve to stand as a guardian after that?"
Niko didn't respond.
She didn't need to.
Sometimes… silence speaks louder than anything else.
Lig looked back at his reflection.
"What matters more…"
His fists slowly tightened.
"…people's lives?"
His jaw clenched.
"Or money… power… and politics written on paper?"
Niko finally spoke.
"You already know the answer."
Then she turned—
and quietly left.
Hours later,
Lig stepped outside.
The night had grown colder.
On the balcony, he saw Niko—
asleep, curled slightly against the chill, the faint glow of distant lights brushing against her face.
Above them, the sky stretched endlessly—
filled with silent stars.
Lig sat beside her.
For a moment… he just looked up.
Then, quietly—
"Nemo."
A pause.
"Let's do it."
His voice was steady now.
"People matter more than Atlas."
Nemo's voice came through—calm, almost satisfied.
"I've been waiting to hear that from you… brother."
Lig gently lifted Niko in his arms.
Careful. Slow.
As if even the air shouldn't disturb her rest.
He carried her inside and laid her on the bed.
For a moment, he stood there—
watching her.
Peaceful.
Safe.
Something he wasn't sure he deserved to protect… but would anyway.
Kitchen,
Lig grabbed three cans of energy drink.
Cold metal. Sharp sound.
He returned to the room and dropped onto the couch.
Silence filled the space.
He glanced toward Niko.
Her sleeping face softened everything around it.
For a second—
his eyes closed.
Then—
a sudden weight.
Two legs rested across his lap.
Lig's eyes snapped open.
Nemo sat there, leaning back like she owned the moment, completely relaxed.
He tossed a can toward her.
She caught it effortlessly.
They both took a sip.
Darkness wrapped around the room.
Lig spoke—his voice low, calm… but heavy.
"Nemo… you know how I started all this."
A pause.
"You saw it."
"The Dark Arc."
His grip tightened slightly around the can.
"It turned me into something else… cold… emotionless."
His eyes shifted toward Niko.
"Then she came into my life."
Everything softened—just a little.
"And everything changed."
A breath.
"But after that… I started making decisions."
Hard ones.
"The kind we used to hate."
His voice dropped further.
"I saved my men… the same way we once despised."
A long pause.
"…Do I deserve to be the Captain of AOB?"
Nemo didn't react immediately.
She took another slow sip.
Her tone—calm, almost detached.
"Sometimes…"
A pause.
"To save others… or to stop something we hate…"
She looked at him.
"…we have to become part of it."
Silence.
"But only for a moment."
Her voice sharpened slightly.
"Because if we don't stop…"
A small pause.
"…we fall into an infinite loop."
Lig stared into the darkness.
"Again… many will become dusty memories of yesterday."
Nemo gave a small nod.
"…uh-huh."
A sudden vibration broke the silence.
Lig reached into his pocket.
Unknown number.
A message.
"Brother, it's me. Just to confirm—it's really me.
Password: 010018031998.
Meet me at the forest beside the park. Come fast."
Nemo glanced at him.
"Who is it now?"
Lig stood up immediately.
"Wear your combat suit. Bring your gun. Move—now."
Nemo smirked slightly, but her eyes sharpened.
"Woohoo… sounds serious. What happened?"
Lig didn't slow down.
"Allen wants to meet. Forest—now."
Nemo froze for a fraction of a second.
"…Allen?"
Her voice dropped.
"That's impossible."
She stood up.
"…Yeah. I'm bringing my gun."
"Let's go."
Minutes later — Forest perimeter,
Lig moved through the shadows.
"Nemo, where are you?"
Her voice came through the comms.
"Give me a second… climbing position. And yeah—I see you. You came with your glasses."
Five minutes later,
"I'm set," Nemo said.
"Fake drones deployed. All units emitting thermal signatures, energy pulses, and light radiation. Full illusion active."
Lig tapped the side of his glasses.
"Good."
A pause.
"I'm going in. You're ten kilometres out—stay hidden."
"Copy," Nemo replied.
"No real movement detected. No thermal, no IR signals. Everything on the field is ours."
Lig stepped forward.
Still.
Focused.
"Lig," Nemo's voice cut in.
"…I've got movement."
A pause.
"Five individuals. Straight ahead. Distance—one hundred meters."
Lig placed a hand on his chest.
"Scan me…"
His breathing shifted slightly.
"…feels like I'm about to have a heart attack."
A second of silence.
Then—
"…Nothing critical," Nemo said.
Then her tone changed.
"Wait—no… damn."
A pause.
"Your ET serum is degrading."
Another pause.
"You've got two days."
Lig smiled faintly.
He looked up at the sky.
Slowly raised his left arm.
"…Finally."
A breath.
"But I still have things to finish."
"Lig—they're one meter away."
Lig stepped forward.
"010018031998."
From the darkness—
a voice.
Warm. Familiar.
"010018031998… brother."
Lig froze.
For a moment—everything faded.
Then—
he tapped his glasses, cutting Nemo's visual feed.
The man stepped closer.
"That girl… she's here."
A pause.
"Latitude: 40.7580° N. Longitude: 73.9855° W."
Lig glanced at his watch.
"08:59."
He double-tapped it.
His voice turned cold. Commanding.
"Nemo. S1. S2."
A pause.
"Select five elite agents."
"Deploy at 09:12."
"Target coordinates received."
A breath.
"Full Tritium Protocol."
A pause.
"You all know the cost."
Silence.
Then—
Nemo.
"…Understood."
A breath.
"TILL LAST BLOOD."
S1 and S2.
"TILL LAST BLOOD."
The agents.
"TILL LAST BLOOD."
Lig closed his eyes.
"…Activate Argent Mission—Triti."
From the darkness—
five figures stepped forward.
Lig recognized every face.
Allen.
And the others.
Lig exhaled.
"Let's go."
Allen looked around.
"…Which car?"
Lig smirked slightly.
"My dream car."
They stepped out of the forest.
And there it stood.
A machine built for power.
A BMW M5 Competition—blue headlights glowing through the dark, orange interior lights burning softly, carbon-fiber mirrors reflecting the night.
Allen stopped.
"…What…"
He couldn't finish.
Lig walked past him.
"Get in."
Allen glanced inside.
"…Who's driving?"
Lig didn't look back.
"Nemo."
Meanwhile — Operation Zone,
The NITITAS ÆON-NX cut through the darkness like a shadow.
Nemo at the controls.
Unmatched.
Precise.
Back — Inarseio Garage,
Lig, Allen, and the others waited.
Silence filled the space.
Allen finally spoke.
"Why did you send Nemo?"
Lig leaned back slightly.
"Because she's Agent N."
A pause.
"The best sniper, pilot, and combat driver in this galaxy."
Another pause.
"And her endurance…"
"…is beyond anything you've seen."
Allen nodded slowly.
"…Okay."
Comms activate,
"Agent N reporting," Nemo said.
"With S1, S2, Agent Ellen, Agent Quinn, Agent Joseph, Agent Lisa, and Agent Lilly."
Agent Ellen:
"Cap, ready to strike. Six o'clock position."
Agent Lisa:
"Target confirmed. Box dimensions—5'4 height, 2'3 width. Code name: CA20."
Lig:
"…Confirmed."
A pause.
"…Civilians?"
Nemo:
"Peak hour. Heavy presence—residents, elites, tourists."
Lig:
"…Locate them."
Agent Lilly:
"Cap—drones confirm. Buyers on site. Two vans. Multiple hostiles positioned on surrounding buildings."
Lig closed his eyes.
Inside—
a storm.
Many will die…
If I act… they die.
If I don't… everyone dies.
Agent Quinn:
"Cap, we need orders. They're about to move."
Agent Joseph:
"If we lose them today… it's over. Inarseio… all planets."
Silence.
Heavy.
Crushing.
Lig whispered—
"…Deploy."
One hour later,
Breathing filled the comms.
Heavy.
Broken.
Nemo:
"…Mission complete."
Agent Ellen:
"…Lilly… Quinn… Joseph…"
A pause.
Her voice cracked.
"…and Lisa… didn't make it."
Silence.
Lig stood still.
Eyes empty.
Voice… deep.
"…Bring them back."
A pause.
"…Get in the jet."
Narrator:
"Who is that girl?
And why is she so important… that Lig activated the Tritium Protocol?
A protocol so extreme… that success matters more than anything else.
Even civilians.
Even the agents themselves.
Because in this mission—
if civilians are harmed… it is considered acceptable.
If an agent falls… they are buried in silence. No names. No history.
Every trace of their existence—wiped.
And if anyone is captured… or chooses to surrender—
They will not be rescued.
They will be erased.
By their own.
Because failure… is not an option.
Not when the future of entire galaxies is at stake.
Earth-8 — Unicom Base
The room was silent.
Too silent.
Leo stood still, staring at the screen, his expression tight.
"Mira… I can't believe Lig is doing this…"
Mira didn't look away.
Her voice was calm—but firm.
"I think… you're wrong."
Anny stepped forward, holding the data pad tighter.
"But this order… he wrote it himself."
Leo nodded slowly.
"…Yeah."
A pause.
Heavy.
Conflicted.
"He did."