The underground chamber was colder than usual, the air buzzing with the hum of advanced servers, data cables running across the walls like veins feeding a mechanical heart.
Mirshad lay on a reinforced medical table, his body relaxed but his mind wired into the most sophisticated neural system ever created.
On one side of the room stood Faisal, arms crossed, eyes sharp — a protector watching over his son, his future.
On the other side stood Ameer, his fingers dancing across a custom-built console, his own masterpiece — the system designed to rewrite Mirshad's mind.
Ameer's voice echoed through the speakers.
"Initiate Stage One – Memory Expansion."
A pulse of blue light traveled through the cables, entering the implant attached to the base of Mirshad's skull.
Inside Mirshad's mind, it felt like an ocean rushing into a dry desert — waves of information, languages, equations, strategies, cultures, global history, scientific breakthroughs, technological blueprints — everything the world ever knew, compressed into seconds.
Mirshad's body twitched, his fingers curling into fists as his brain struggled to process centuries of human knowledge in moments.
Suddenly, the data stream flickered.
For a split second, the screen displayed symbols — ancient runes, languages that predated human civilization, alien markings no scientist on Earth could translate.
Ameer's hands froze over the keyboard.
"What the hell is this…?"
Faisal's eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong?"
Ameer's voice was low, shaken.
"There's… something else inside him. Something that wasn't part of our upload."
The screen flickered again — a brief image of lightning splitting the sky, a silhouette standing beneath it, eyes burning with unnatural power.
It was Mirshad — but not Mirshad.
It was the Master, buried inside him.
Despite the anomaly, Ameer pressed forward.
"Initiate Stage Two – Tactical Matrix."
This time, the upload wasn't just knowledge — it was experience.
Every military tactic from every global conflict — from ancient wars to modern cyber warfare — implanted directly into Mirshad's neural pathways.
He didn't just know strategies.
He remembered them — as if he had fought in every battle, led every army, survived every ambush.
His mind didn't just expand — it adapted.
Predicting moves before enemies made them.
Anticipating betrayal before trust was even built.
Seeing not just what was — but what would be.
The final stage wasn't just intelligence.
It was the creation of his partner — his personal AI, directly linked to his mind, built from Ameer's code but evolved into something entirely new.
A soft female voice echoed inside Mirshad's head for the first time.
"Hello, MRD. I am SIRIUS. Your eyes, your ears, your guardian."
SIRIUS wasn't just an AI — it was a part of him.
It could scan rooms faster than his eyes, decode conversations in real-time, hack networks with a thought, predict market shifts, and guide him through every battlefield — from corporate boardrooms to urban warzones.
Together, they weren't just smart.
They were unstoppable.
Inside the chamber, a holographic battlefield appeared around Mirshad — a simulated warzone, hundreds of enemies moving through a burning city.
A voice spoke:
"Objective: Predict enemy movements and end the conflict in under 60 seconds."
Mirshad's eyes opened, calm and cold.
The simulation began.
Before the first enemy took a step, Mirshad whispered.
"SIRIUS, calculate optimal scenario."
The map shifted — enemies highlighted, weak points marked, escape routes predicted.
Mirshad didn't move randomly — every step was calculated, every bullet fired was predicted before the enemy even drew their weapon.
Within 43 seconds — the battlefield was silent.
Every enemy neutralized. Every move predicted. Every decision perfect.
The system flashed:
"Simulation Complete - Result: Beyond Human Calculation."
Behind the glass, the team stood speechless.
Ameer's fingers shook, realizing what they had created.
Faisal's face was unreadable — but inside, his pride burned like a flame.
"This is no longer training," Ameer whispered.
"This is evolution."
Faisal spoke softly, a smile touching his lips.
"No… this is the birth of a new mind. A mind no human, no machine, no army can match."
As the simulation faded, Mirshad stood in the void again — but he wasn't alone.
SIRIUS appeared beside him — not just a voice, but a glowing figure, her form shimmering like starlight.
"I am with you, always," she said softly.
"No matter where you go — you will never fight alone."
MRD's voice echoed in the distance, quieter than before.
"This… might actually be fun."
Mirshad smiled — for the first time in what felt like years.
The boy who once feared his own power…
Now had the mind of a god, the sword of a warrior, and the voice of a guardian in his ear.
This was no longer survival.
This was the rise of a legend.