The world had changed.
Science had achieved the impossible—
giving mind to machines, power to robots,
and humanity a new kind of battlefield.
This battlefield was known as
WRT: World Robot Tournament.
A place where the most dangerous, smartest, and most powerful robots
from every corner of the world clashed in a single arena.
These weren't normal fights…
they were storms of metal, lightning of energy blasts,
and battles of pure strategy.
Stadiums filled up like a world cup final.
Drone cameras captured every strike from above,
hologram screens broadcasted fights across entire cities,
and billions watched with held breath—
waiting for one answer:
Who will become the next WRT Champion?
In this world, heroes didn't wear capes.
Heroes were the ones who brought steel to life.
Who poured their mind, passion, and soul
into the robots they created—
and then unleashed them in front of the world.
In a small workshop, somewhere in this vast future,
a young boy was trying to awaken his dream inside metal.
His name was Robert.
An 18-year-old robotics genius…
for whom WRT wasn't just a tournament—
it was the purpose of his life.
He didn't know that one day,
his robot, his journey, and his name
would become a legend across the entire world.
But one thing was certain—
The stage of WRT was ready…
and Robert's time was about to begin.
A Childhood Built on Loss
Robert's life had cracked early.
At age six, he lost his mother—
the only person who ever understood his little obsessions with circuits and toys.
Her death turned his world silent.
A few months later, his father walked away too.
No explanations.
No goodbye.
Robert never hated him.
He simply wondered why he wasn't enough to stay for.
All he had left was a small toy robot his mother gifted him.
A tiny thing—rusty, worn-out—
but to Robert, it was a reminder that someone once believed in him.
His uncle and aunt took him in.
They weren't wealthy,
they weren't always patient,
but they gave him a roof and a bed.
His cousin teased him constantly:
"Robots won't fix your life. Stop dreaming."
But robots did fix his life.
They held together the pieces others had broken.
Metal didn't lie.
Machines didn't leave.
Circuits didn't forget.
Robert found comfort in dismantling old gadgets,
learning the language of wires and gears.
Every spark felt like a heartbeat.
Every creation felt like healing.
He often whispered to his mother's photo:
"One day… I'll build something the world will never forget."
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Born for the Arena
When children his age dreamt of cartoons and superheroes,
Robert dreamt of standing in the WRT arena—
with a robot built by his own hands.
A robot that didn't come from a lab.
A robot that didn't need a corporation.
A robot that came from pain, hope, and stubborn belief.
He wanted to prove one thing:
You don't need a perfect life to build something powerful.
You just need a reason.
And Robert had plenty.
The world didn't know his name yet.
The tournament didn't know his talent.
But destiny had already chosen its challenger.
The stage of WRT was ready.
The world was waiting for its next legend.
And in a small room filled with wires, metal scraps, and sleepless nights…
Robert was building his destiny—
piece by piece.