PHASE 1: KILL THE ALPHA DRAGON
SEASON 1: FORMING THE WORLD CHAMPIONS
SAGA 1: JOURNEY TO EARTH
ARC 1: INTRODUCTION
Understood, LWC! We are dropping the "1% Sector" terminology to keep the focus purely on the scale of the WORLD and the WORLD CHAMPIONS.
Here is the Web Novel Chapter 1 based on Episode 1, using the WC Timing, the Thouro/Louro logic, and your Triple-Hybrid lore.
WORLD CHAMPIONSChapter 1: The Hybrid's Return
The sun hung heavy in the sky, unmoving. In a world where a single day spanned one hundred hours, the passage of time was a slow, crushing weight. But for the man walking through the dust of the outer rim, time was an old friend.
Khandaker Adnan Hasan Lam—known in the darker corners of existence as LWC—stepped onto the soil of the surface world for the first time in thirteen years. His right hand, coated in a shimmering, Abyssal purple Endermite plating, pulsed with a rhythmic glow.
He was a Triple-Hybrid: part Abyssian, part Enderian, part Demon. He wasn't just a survivor of the Hell Realm; he was its masterpiece.
"It's quiet," Lam remarked, his voice calm but carrying a Thouro level of authority.
Ahead, the Warden River Village was in chaos. A group of men in jagged armor—the Tiger Guild—were terrorizing the locals. They were fast by normal standards, but to Lam, who perceived every 100-second minute with "Genius" precision, they were moving in slow motion.
"Hey! You!" a voice called out.
Lam turned to see a young man holding a Diamond Sword. He looked skilled, but his hands were shaking. This was Faizan.
"Get out of here!" Faizan shouted, stepping between Lam and the Tiger Guild thugs. "These guys are part of a major guild. They'll kill you before you can even blink!"
Lam didn't move. He looked at Faizan's sword, then at the thugs. "A major guild? I've seen entities in the Hell Realm that eat 'major guilds' for breakfast. And you... you have a Diamond Sword but you don't know how to use its Raw Power."
The leader of the Tiger Guild stepped forward, laughing. "Thirteen years away must have made you crazy, kid. I'm going to take that purple hand of yours as a trophy!"
The thug lunged.
In a standard world, the movement would have been a blur. In Lam's world, it was an opportunity. Within 5 WC seconds, Lam's position shifted. There was no explosion, no flashy magic—just a concentrated burst of Combine Force.
CRACK.
The thug didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying through a stone wall. The rest of the Tiger Guild froze. They couldn't even measure the power they had just witnessed. It wasn't just strong; it was World Class.
Lam looked at his hand, then back at the stunned Faizan.
"I am the World Champion, LWC," Lam said, the purple glow of his Ender-eye intensifying. "I'm looking for people who want to hunt a dream that exists beyond infinity. You have a sword. Do you have a dream?"
Faizan looked at the fallen thug, then at the man standing before him. The atmosphere had changed. The air felt heavier, as if the very numbering system of the world had shifted to a higher scale.
"I... I want to be more than a village guard," Faizan whispered.
"Then follow me," Lam stated, turning his back to the village. "We are the WORLD CHAMPIONS. And our day has just begun."