The sun once shone with a golden hue over the Hidden Maliqun Country. It was more than a nation; it was a sanctuary of advancement, wealth, and absolute power. In the bustling streets, the laughter of children mingled with the hum of high-tech machinery. People didn't just live; they thrived.
High above, in the royal balcony, stood Al-Arshlan, the 4th Hidden Maliqun King. His eyes surveyed the horizon with deep satisfaction.
"Look carefully," Arshlan spoke to his elite guards, his voice calm yet commanding. "I don't want a single flaw in my people's lives. Peace is our legacy."
"As you wish, My King!" his helpers replied, bowing before returning to their duties.
But peace is a fragile glass. And someone was about to shatter it.
THE ARRIVAL OF DESTRUCTION
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the borders. With every step, the lush green grass turned into ash. The earth groaned and cracked under the weight of an unnatural presence.
A figure emerged from the dust, his face twisted into a grin of pure madness.
"Peace? You all crave peace?" his voice rasped, dripping with malice. "I will show you the true face of peace, Hidden Maliqun Country!"
Inside the palace, a frantic helper burst into the throne room. "King! Someone is annihilating the barriers! Our guards... our resources... everything is being erased for no reason!"
Arshlan stood up, his heart sinking. "Who is it?"
"It's... it's Nemesis!"
The King's face turned pale. "Nemesis? The Jabbarin Maliqun of Destruction and Weapons? Him?!"
WALID MALIQUN VS KINGS AND STRONGESTS
Arshlan didn't wait. He moved like lightning, reaching the border in seconds. But what he saw stopped his breath. There was no army. No siege weapons. Just one man standing amidst a field of floating, shifting steel—swords, hammers, and axes that seemed alive.
"Why are you here, Nemesis?!" Arshlan roared. "What is your purpose?"
Nemesis looked up, his eyes vacant and terrifying. "For fun," he whispered.
In a blur, a massive hammer struck Arshlan's chest, sending the King flying through a mountain. Arshlan coughed blood, trying to stand, but Nemesis was already there. The floating weapons rained down like a mechanical storm, tearing through the King's royal armor.
"What are you doing, Arshlan?!"
A new figure blocked Nemesis's finishing blow. Al-Pearen had arrived. "You are the 4th King and you cannot even touch him? And you, Nemesis... stop this now, or the result will be your end!"
Nemesis threw back his head and laughed. "Stop? Every attack you try will be erased. Every weapon you use belongs to me! What can you do, Pearen?"
Suddenly, the air pressure changed. The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Hidden Maliqun Kings descended. Beside them stood the legendary Khandaker Al-Khaliqun.
"Master," Khaliqun looked at Arshlan with a stern face. "I didn't expect to see you defeated so effortlessly."
Nemesis didn't care for the talk. He summoned a highly advanced rocket launcher from thin air and fired point-blank at Khaliqun.
BOOM!
The dust cleared. Khaliqun stood untouched, having blocked the blast with a flick of his wrist. "You're strong," Khaliqun admitted coldly.
"All of you just to beat me?" Nemesis sneered. "Pathetic!"
THE ULTIMATE WAR
"Divine Slash!" the Kings shouted in unison, unleashing a combined wave of energy. But before the attack could even graze Nemesis, it dissolved into nothingness.
"Don't forget who I am!" Nemesis screamed. "I am Jabbarin Maliqun No. 1! I AM DESTRUCTION I AM WEAPONS!"
He swung his hand, and hundreds of swords shattered the country's final barrier. The Military Forces and Defense Units arrived, pouring everything they had into the battle. It was useless.
Then, Khaliqun stepped forward. He began to chant. The air around him ignited.
"[BIG BANG!]"
The most powerful attack in history erupted. The explosion was so bright it blinded the gods. For the first time, Nemesis was wounded. His flesh was torn, his armor shattered. But within seconds, his wounds glowed and closed up.
"Father? What are you doing here?"
A 10-year-old boy, Khandaker Al-Khalid, stood there, trembling. Nemesis seized the moment, launching a strike at the child. Khalid dodged with a reflex that shocked everyone, attracting Nemesis with his own blade.
But Nemesis was done playing.
He lunged at Khalid, his aura turning pitch black. "Your existence is a mistake." With a single swipe, Khalid's right arm was erased—not just cut, but deleted from the very fabric of reality. The boy's scream echoed through the dying country.
The battle turned into a massacre. The land was being erased. Soldiers died by the thousands.
"We can't win," Pearen whispered to Arshlan. "We are useless."
Arshlan looked at his burning country, then at the wounded Khalid. He made his choice. Using a forbidden, ancient technique, he trapped Nemesis in a circle of golden light.
"I give my existence as the token!" Arshlan yelled, his body beginning to fade into particles. "Be sealed... in the Orb of Nemesis!"
With a final flash, Nemesis was gone. The orb fell to the ground, silent and cold.
The survivors stood in the ruins, shocked. But then, the sky turned a deep, impossible violet. The world went dark.
A laugh—terrifying, cold, and hollow—filled the air.
"You think it's over? You don't even know what Andhoker is..." a voice whispered from the shadows. "I will teach you... I will teach you all what it means to be in the dark!"
Lightning struck the ground. "One day, I will free him. Remember the Thunder... it will be his key. And you all will regret this day!"
1,000 YEARS LATER
A newborn baby crawled through the dust of an ancient ruins. He stopped before a pulsing, dark orb. As his tiny hand touched the Orb of Nemesis, the sphere shattered and absorbed into his chest.
A voice whispered in the wind: "The Thunder is here. The wait is over... The Warrior will arrive later".
A young man stood on a cliffside, his eyes glowing with dormant lightning. This was Thunder The King.
"Thunder!" a voice called out from behind.
Another 18-year-old boy was running toward him, breathless. The era of the Nuplets was about to begin.