Zayne stood before the towering walls of his newly established base, its sleek structure gleaming faintly beneath the light of twin suns overhead. A gentle breeze brushed his face as he tilted his head up, studying the result of days of labor, ingenuity, and relentless effort. For once, his guarded demeanor softened. He let a quiet sigh escape his lips, his chest loosening under the wave of satisfaction.
"Building something that is truly yours… does help clear the mind," he whispered, almost as though reassuring himself. Then his eyes sharpened, returning to focus. "But this is only the foundation. The real test lies ahead—time to work on the teleportation gates."
He turned to the massive holographic screen hovering in the air, displaying intricate lines of data and glowing diagrams provided by the Omniversal Grid. Strings of light scrolled endlessly like a living organism, weaving equations, energy flows, and runic-like formulas beyond human comprehension.
Even for Zayne—an eighteen-year-old genius whose intelligence was praised as bordering on inhuman—there were terms here that startled him. Unknown sequences. Unfamiliar notations. It was as if the universe itself whispered secrets too ancient for Earth to grasp. But despite his surprise, his eyes burned with determination. Comprehension would come. He would master these mysteries in time.
He crossed his arms, a thoughtful frown pulling at his lips as his right hand subconsciously stroked his imaginary beard—a habit he had carried since his younger years.
"So this is what we're dealing with," he muttered, his voice low but steady. "Long-distance, interplanetary-grade teleportation gates as the initial construction framework. Which means… further enhancement is possible. Far beyond even this. A gateway network that could evolve endlessly." His lips curved into a faint, astonished grin. "Remarkable."
With a gesture, he called upon the Grid's loyal assistants.
"Alpha, accelerate the sequence equation within the simulation. I need as many testing results as possible before I commit to construction."
"Affirmative," answered a clear, feminine robotic voice that echoed crisply through the silent chamber.
Beside him, a humanoid machine with polished silver plating raised its head, faint blue light running through its circuits. Alpha, his first constructed A.I. partner, turned her artificial gaze toward a floating orb hovering lazily nearby.
"Kara, boost my processing efficiency by four hundred percent."
The orb pulsed in acknowledgment, glowing with a soft white light. "Noted," Kara's sweet and airy voice chimed, calm yet filled with warmth.
The simulation immediately responded:
[Teleportation Simulation Sequence Initiated: Boosting Construction Speed by 400%]
Lines of glowing numbers ran across the screen as geometric shapes rotated and overlapped in complex harmony. The very air buzzed faintly, as if the surrounding energy bent in response to the Grid's unseen hand.
[Simulation Result 1: FAILED — Cause: Terminal Overloaded]
Zayne clicked his tongue softly. "Tch. Reduce construction speed by ten percent. Re-run."
The machine obeyed.
[Simulation Result 2: FAILED — Cause: Identical Overload]
[Simulation Result 3: FAILED]
The pattern continued. Again and again, Alpha and Kara worked tirelessly, cycling through variations at Zayne's command. He never once flinched, though frustration flickered faintly across his eyes. Thirty trials passed, each failure chiseling away at the margins of error, until finally—
[Simulation Result 31: SUCCESS — Portal Running at Maximum Efficiency]
The chamber resonated with a deep, harmonious hum. Zayne froze, his apple halfway to his mouth. Then his eyes widened in delight as he clenched his fist triumphantly.
"Yes!" he exclaimed mid-bite, nearly choking on the fruit in his excitement.
Alpha's voice rang with calm precision. "Affirmative, sir. Simulation confirmed successful."
Kara floated in a slow orbit around Zayne's head, glowing faintly brighter in what could almost be interpreted as joy.
He leaned back in his chair, chewed the last of the apple, and tossed the core into a nearby trash pulverizer that vaporized it instantly into harmless motes of light. Standing, he stretched his body, cracking his shoulders with a satisfied groan.
"Time to build this bad boy for real."
His command echoed with unshakable certainty.
"Grid, begin construction sequence."
[Affirmative.]
The atmosphere within the chamber shifted instantly. A deep WHIRRRR roared into existence as raw materials began to manifest out of thin air, pulled directly through dimensional storage the Grid had prepared. Metallic ores, crystalline fragments, exotic alloys, and rare elements that Earth itself could not have produced appeared and floated weightlessly above the ground.
Zayne's eyes glimmered as he witnessed the surreal process. The materials began melting without fire, hammered by invisible forces, shaped as though celestial blacksmiths worked unseen. Every piece was refined to perfection. The smell of ozone and molten metal mixed in the air, and streams of glowing light interlocked the parts in methodical fashion.
It was art—art sculpted by the hands of gods.
From his perspective, the half-formed construct resembled the beginning of a wormhole generator, its surface lined with glowing patterns that pulsed faintly, almost breathing. According to the simulations, this was only the first stage of a grand network. For now, the wormhole would remain dormant, invisible unless activated by command.
Zayne crossed his arms and allowed a rare smile to linger on his face. "No matter how many times I see this… I'll never grow tired of watching creation unfold like this."
And he meant it. There were few things that could inspire awe in him anymore—yet this? This spectacle of impossible engineering stirred him deeply.
Three hours passed within the confines of the Base. Three hours in which time felt suspended, measured only by the construction's rhythm. When at last the process concluded, the teleportation gate stood completed.
It towered at the center of the chamber, perfectly symmetrical, humming with restrained energy. Dozens of coordinates were already linked, marking locations across the small world Zayne currently inhabited. Every destination ready, every route stable.
He extended both arms outward, standing before it like a conductor before his orchestra, and with a grin that carried both pride and madness, he whispered:
"Now… this is perfect."
"..."
"Alright, enough with the cringe pose."
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Far away, on a silent road untouched by heavy traffic, the distant roar of a motorcycle thundered closer. Its sound grew steadily until at last the vehicle emerged—an early 2000s Honda Spirit 1100cc. Except this one was different. It had been heavily modified, rebuilt with modernized parts, its sleek black frame and polished chrome gleaming like a predator under the fading light.
The rider pulled to a stop before a road sign marked with bold letters: Briarwood.
For a long moment, he simply sat there, the engine rumbling beneath him, his helmet hiding his expression. Then slowly, he removed it. A single green eye gleamed sharply, his lips curling into a thin smile as he muttered to himself:
"So… this is Briarwood, huh?"
The wind carried his words into the stillness. He studied the sign, as though testing its weight, letting the syllables settle into his mind. Finally, he gave the side of his motorcycle a few light taps, almost like patting the flank of a loyal beast, and swung back fully onto the seat.
"Let's get you fixed up first, old friend."
With no hesitation, he revved the engine and sped into the city, his figure swallowed by the horizon.
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Elsewhere, hidden deep within a forest that reeked of unease, a structure rose from the earth. The trees themselves seemed twisted, their branches clawing like skeletal hands at the mist-choked sky. This was no ordinary forest. Shadows clung unnaturally to the undergrowth, and the air itself carried the faint hiss of whispers that had no speaker.
At the heart of this unsettling place stood an ancient dragon head, carved from stone, its maw opened wide as though it were a gateway into some other world. Its eyes glowed a menacing red, watching silently.
Inside, in a chamber where magic and technology entwined unnaturally, a lone figure draped in black knelt before a massive altar. Her hands pressed firmly upon a grimoire bound in scales and chains. As if in answer to her touch, the tome burst with radiant light. The chains rattled and fell loose, the book opening itself with violent force until its pages stopped. Words appeared upon the parchment, glowing and shifting, readable only to her eyes.
She trembled as she read, her hood shadowing her face. Finally, she shook her head in disbelief, her voice breaking into a hoarse whisper:
"Darkness… has reappeared. The seal weakens. It is time to find the Chosen Ones."
The chamber's atmosphere thickened. Before the echo of her words could fade, her body dissolved into mist, vanishing as though she had never been. The grimoire remained behind, its pages still glowing with unreadable text, waiting for the next to discover its secret.
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As if destiny itself moved in rhythm with her prophecy, the forest groaned.
Crack!
The earth tore open violently, the sound splitting the silence like thunder. A massive fissure spread across the ground, swallowing trees and stone as the land shook. The quake rippled outward, reaching the nearby city. Buildings rattled, windows shattered, and terrified civilians clutched the ground as chaos erupted.
From the heart of the fissure, darkness rose. Not mere absence of light—but a thick, oppressive void. It pulsed with power, wrong and unnatural. Within the depths of the crack lay another world entirely—a banished realm.
A world abandoned. Forgotten. A prison for abominations that defied all sense of nature. Grotesque creatures writhed in the shadows, their forms half-seen, half-imagined, as if reality itself refused to hold them in clarity.
And at the center of that abyss, something stirred.
An eye.
An eye vast enough to consume the entire rift, opening slowly, its surface burning like molten coal, its gaze filled with hunger older than the stars.
When it blinked, the forest screamed.
And then, in a voice that shook the banished realm itself, it declared:
"It is… time."
The words reverberated like a curse, carrying hunger, fury, and the promise of destruction.
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We are back, guys!!!. Yeah so guys, I have finally decided on the team of rangers for the first volume. They would be:
Dino Thunder
Ninja Storm
Mystic Force
Wild force and Jungle Fury.
Their timelines and stories are easier to connect than the rest. Also, guys, since this Novel is heavily inspired by Power Rangers, the storyline would focus more on the connection and the butterfly effect with the Marvel universe. Super Sentai would be added later, but not now. Thanks for the love, guys.