The War never truly ended — it only changed shape and came to be known as the Millennium war. Decades after nuclear fire consumed cities and shattered the old world order, nations now fight in the shadows, their most lethal weapons hidden behind human faces: the super soldiers. Engineered in labs, honed from birth, or born with rare gifts, these warriors burn bright and die young, their lives traded for fragile peace.

Raiden Kwon, a Korean trainee, was never meant to live long enough to question his orders. But when an “accident” at a Seoul military camp leaves seven soldiers dead and one missing, the Pacific Federation States begins to suspect treason. In the chaos, the name “Raiden Kwon” quietly vanishes from official records.

As Raiden rides a worn bus toward the coast, trying to outrun the war, fragments of a forgotten childhood claw at his mind — each memory a trigger for blinding pain. Somewhere, a name is whispered to an assassin: Trainee No. 8. His hunter has already begun to move.

The Soviet submarine B-59 floated deep under the cold Atlantic Ocean.


Inside, red emergency lights blinked. The air was hot and heavy. Men waited in silence, listening to the dull thumps of depth charges dropping from above.


They were trapped. Surfacing meant being caught. Waiting meant running out of air.


The Captain looked at the man standing in the center of the room. "Orders, Comrade Arkhipov? We cannot stay here."


Vasili Arkhipov said nothing at first. His face was calm but his hands gripped the railing tightly.


The Political Officer spoke next, voice sharp and urgent. "We have the launch codes. The Americans have already attacked us. We must answer."


Still, Arkhipov said nothing. The entire crew watched him, breath held.


Then, finally, his voice came—quiet, steady:


The crew moved fast. Two men turned the launch keys. Lights changed from red to green. Somewhere inside the submarine, machinery came alive, preparing to fire.


There was no countdown. No final warning.


Above the waves, the missile shot into the sky.


From a far distance, there was only a sudden white flash—


Hotter than anything man had ever made before.


But the world did not end there. It had only begun to burn.


In the years that followed, nations fell. Armies grew. More weapons were fired. More cities vanished.


The long, terrible fight that followed would not be called the Third World War.


Prologue