Time: 1981

Place: Austin, USA

The streets of Austin were quiet that evening, the neon signs flickering softly against the warm summer night. To an ordinary human, nothing unusual stirred. But high above the city, glinting against the moonlight, a solitary figure descended from the sky. He looked no older than seventeen, with sharp, alert eyes that betrayed centuries of wisdom. His name was Solaris, an alien whose planet had been destroyed long ago. He had wandered the stars for 150 years, searching for a world teeming with life. And now, finally, he had found it—Earth.

Solaris landed softly in the outskirts of the city, his senses immediately absorbing the life around him. The rustle of leaves, the distant laughter of children, the scent of rain on hot asphalt—it all fascinated him. But his arrival did not go unnoticed. In a shadowed corner office, the Secret Hero Agency had been monitoring anomalous activity in Austin, and Solaris’ presence triggered their highest alert.

Within hours, the agency dispatched one of their top recruiters: Hari Prasad Shrestha, a man whose calm demeanor belied his ability to persuade even the most reluctant recruits. Hari found Solaris perched on a rooftop, gazing at the city with a mixture of curiosity and melancholy.

“Your journey ends here,” Hari began, his voice firm but kind. Solaris turned, his piercing eyes meeting Hari’s.

“I am not of this world,” Solaris said softly. “I am only passing through.”

Hari shook his head. “Not anymore. Your skills, your heart—they can save this world. You don’t have to wander alone. Join us, become a protector. We call ourselves Sentinel. And you—” he paused, smiling slightly—“you will be known as Alavic Vale. The one who saves every life, no matter how small.”

Solaris felt a strange warmth in his chest. He had wandered lifeless planets for so long, he had almost forgotten what it meant to care. But now… he realized he could belong somewhere.

The first threat emerged suddenly—a massive spaceship streaking across the sky, its trajectory aimed directly at the city. From its belly descended a figure, colossal and menacing, cloaked in black armor. This was the villain, an interstellar conqueror who destroyed planets for amusement and sought to enslave Earth to fulfill his ambition of becoming an emperor.

Solaris didn’t hesitate. He leapt into action, moving faster than the eye could follow, catching falling civilians mid-air and shielding them from debris. Hari’s voice crackled over a communicator: “Solaris, he’s powerful. You can’t underestimate him!”

The villain landed with a deafening crash, sending shockwaves through the streets. “Pathetic humans,” he sneered, “your planet will be mine!”

Solaris squared his shoulders. “Not while I’m here.”

The battle raged through Austin, buildings shaking under the force of their powers. Solaris’ agility and precision contrasted sharply with the villain’s brute strength and destructive weapons. Solaris used the environment to his advantage, hurling cars to block attacks, creating shockwaves with precise punches, and even stopping bullets mid-air to protect bystanders. Each move was calculated, every action a testament to his vow to save life.

The villain laughed cruelly as he crushed a lamppost with one hand. “You’re fast, alien, but you cannot stop me!”

Solaris focused. He channeled all his energy into a single, radiant beam of light that emanated from his chest. The force of it sent the villain sprawling, and Solaris surged forward, striking a decisive blow that shattered the villain’s armor. With one final, resounding strike, Solaris destroyed the villain’s core, sending a blinding explosion into the night sky. The villain fell, defeated, his empire-building dreams ended in smoke and rubble.

As the dust settled, Solaris stood alone among the ruined streets, his chest heaving, but his eyes alight with purpose. Hari approached from the shadows.

“You did it,” he said softly. “The first of many battles, but today… hope has dawned.”

Solaris nodded. He had found a world worth protecting, a purpose worth living for. And though he was alone for now, the name Sentinel would grow, and one day, he would not be alone.

The city was safe, at least for tonight. But Solaris knew the universe held more threats, and he would be ready.

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Time: 1982

Place: Austin, USA

The world had grown quiet after the heroics of Solaris, yet the universe never truly rested. Somewhere in the icy reaches of Serbia, a remarkable discovery was made—a man, or what appeared to be a man, buried in layers of ice. The locals had thought him a corpse, frozen for decades. In reality, he had been preserved, a soldier from a bygone era, whose body and mind had been experimented upon by shadowy organizations. His name was Joseph Krusovev, and though he had been frozen for 68 years, the technology used on him had preserved his youth perfectly. He looked 21—but unlike others who might boast such eternal youth, Joseph carried the weight of decades of war in his very soul.

After thawing, the scientists were awestruck by his physical capabilities. His muscles, enhanced with cybernetic augmentation, made him a perfect prototype for the ultimate soldier. They trained him relentlessly, turning him into a war machine, a human weapon capable of feats no ordinary person could dream of. He could lift enormous weights, endure excruciating damage, and calculate combat strategies at a level that surpassed even the most brilliant generals.

But Joseph was not a machine—inside, his spirit screamed for freedom. Every day of the experiments, every act of obedience, drained him. He grew tired of being used as a tool for destruction. One night, after witnessing another soldier collapse under the scientists’ brutal training, Joseph snapped. Using his augmented strength, he broke free from the facility, escaping into the night, vanishing into the chaos of the world outside.

His path eventually led him across the Atlantic, to Austin, USA, where he sought anonymity among humans. He wanted to live quietly, pretending to be just another young man. He wore a human-shaped mask to conceal the subtle cybernetic lines etched into his face, blending seamlessly into the crowd. But peace was short-lived.

Dr. Viktor Orlov, a brilliant but unhinged scientist, had been tracking Joseph. Obsessed with surpassing human limitations, Orlov created a robot far more powerful than anything Joseph had ever faced: 1940AU. Towering over most humans, armored in a black alloy that seemed to absorb light, 1940AU was built for one purpose—to kill Joseph and reclaim the “perfect weapon” for Orlov’s own vision of supremacy.

The first confrontation happened in downtown Austin. Joseph, walking among the neon-lit streets, barely had time to react before 1940AU descended like a black storm from the sky, its servos whirring, eyes glowing red with lethal intent.

“You are mine, Krusovev,” the robot’s voice boomed mechanically. “Return to Orlov, or be destroyed.”

Joseph’s voice was calm, but his eyes glimmered with determination. “Not today.”

The fight erupted immediately. Joseph’s speed, augmented by decades of cybernetic enhancement, allowed him to dodge the robot’s massive fists, though the impact of even a glancing blow sent tremors through the asphalt. The robot swung a reinforced arm, capable of crushing cars with ease, but Joseph vaulted onto a nearby building, narrowly escaping the crushing force.

For days, the battle raged. 1940AU followed him relentlessly, adapting and learning with each encounter. They fought in abandoned factories, along the river, even in the crowded streets at night, leaving destruction in their wake. Austin’s citizens whispered rumors of a “steel phantom” and a “machine demon,” unaware that a war beyond imagination was taking place in their midst.

Joseph’s strategy was patience. He knew brute force alone would not defeat 1940AU; the robot’s core was nearly indestructible. Instead, Joseph studied its patterns, exploiting the rare moments of vulnerability left by Orlov’s human design. Every block, every bridge, every alley became a battlefield. For weeks, the duel continued, Joseph striking decisively, the robot countering with terrifying precision.

One night, Joseph cornered 1940AU in an abandoned power plant. Sparks flew from broken circuits, steam hissed from ruptured pipes, and the air smelled of ozone and burning metal. The robot stood at the center of the factory floor, unyielding, its mechanical body gleaming ominously.

“You cannot win, Krusovev,” it hissed, voice layered with menace. “You are only flesh and bone. I am perfection.”

Joseph removed his mask, letting the glow of his cybernetic eyes flash briefly in the dark. “Perfection isn’t about destruction,” he said. “It’s about choice. And I choose to protect life, not destroy it.”

The final battle began with a ferocity that shook the foundations of the plant. Joseph leapt, dodged, and countered with precise strikes, tearing at the robot’s armor. 1940AU retaliated with crushing blows that shattered concrete walls and sent metal debris flying in every direction. Sparks and flames erupted, illuminating Joseph’s determined face as he pressed forward.

Finally, with a calculated strike to the robot’s core—a small, vulnerable joint near its chest—Joseph unleashed all of his cybernetic strength. The core shattered with a deafening explosion, sending a shockwave that threw both combatants across the factory floor. 1940AU’s systems fizzled, and the robot collapsed into a heap of molten metal, its red eyes dimming forever.

Joseph lay amidst the wreckage, breathing heavily. The battle had taken everything from him, yet in victory, he felt something unfamiliar: relief. He had survived, not as a weapon, but as a living being capable of choice, capable of humanity.

In the days that followed, Joseph struggled to reclaim a sense of normalcy. He walked the streets in his human-shaped mask, blending in as an ordinary young man for the first time in decades. But fate, as always, had other plans.

Hari Prasad Shrestha, still vigilant after the rise of Solaris, had monitored the confrontation between Joseph and 1940AU. Recognizing the unique potential in Joseph, Hari approached him one afternoon at a small park, where Joseph had been feeding stray birds.

“You’ve fought well,” Hari said, stepping from the shadows. “But your fight isn’t over.”

Joseph regarded him cautiously. “I’m no hero. I survived a war, fought a machine, and now I just want to live.”

Hari smiled, patient and knowing. “Living is important, yes—but imagine what you could do if you chose to fight for others. There’s a world out there that needs someone like you. Solaris began alone, but the Sentinel must grow. And you… you can be the next heart of that team.”

Joseph’s cybernetic enhancements hummed faintly beneath his skin, a reminder of both his power and his past. He looked at Hari, then at the horizon where the sun began to set over Austin. Slowly, he nodded.

“I’ll try,” he said. “I’ll protect life, even if it’s not my own.”

Hari placed a hand on Joseph’s shoulder. “That’s all anyone can ask. Welcome to Sentinel.”

From that day forward, Joseph Krusovev walked the line between human and machine, a Steel Heart beating for justice. In the shadows of Austin, he trained, patrolled, and prepared for the inevitable threats that would emerge. The world had changed, and he would ensure it survived—not as a weapon, not as a machine, but as a hero.

And though he hid behind a human-shaped mask, within him burned the resolve of a soldier, a survivor, and now, a protector.

The story of Steel Heart would inspire hope, showing that even in a world filled with machines, destruction, and fear, a single individual—willing to fight for life and choice—could make a difference.

As Austin slept, Joseph gazed at the stars, thinking of Solaris, the Sentinel, and the battles yet to come. He clenched his fist, feeling the subtle hum of cybernetic strength beneath his skin, and whispered to the night:

“I am Joseph Krusovev. I am Steel Heart. And I will protect this world, no matter what it costs.”

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Time: 2001

Location: Tibet, China

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Chapter 1: The Mercenary’s Path

Kang Rauma walked alone through the windswept mountains of Tibet. Snow swirled around jagged cliffs, and the distant peaks glowed under the setting sun. His life had always been one of battle—fist fights in back alleys, mercenary jobs for the highest bidder, contracts that often left trails of death.

Though he was known for his brutal hand-to-hand combat, his heart was untouched by compassion. Kang fought for survival, for coin, for reputation. Neighbors whispered of him in fear: a ghost with fists of iron, capable of flattening any man who dared challenge him.

Yet, despite his notoriety, Kang sought more. A legend he could carve, a weapon that could match his skill, something beyond flesh and bone.

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Chapter 2: The Meteor Arrives

In the year 2001, a meteor streaked across the Tibetan sky. Villagers watched in awe as a glowing object slammed into a secluded mountain valley. When the dust settled, a chunk of unearthly metal lay smoking on the earth: Oscide.

Oscide was unlike any metal on Earth—denser than titanium, lighter than steel, yet capable of channeling extraordinary energy. Legends whispered it could turn a warrior into a living wall, an unbreakable force.

Kang heard of the fall. His mercenary instincts flared. He traveled for days through treacherous passes, fighting bandits, mountain beasts, and hostile terrain, until finally reaching the site.

The Oscide chunk lay in the crater, humming faintly with cosmic energy. Kang clenched his fists and whispered:

"Finally… something worthy."

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Chapter 3: The Fist of Rauma

Even before touching Oscide, Kang’s fists were deadly. He had trained in countless martial arts styles, his movements a perfect mix of precision and chaos. A single punch could shatter bone; a kick could tear through reinforced walls. His reputation had earned him enemies everywhere—mercenary groups, rogue fighters, and underground warlords—but he had survived them all.

Kang’s fists were enough to level cities if unleashed without restraint. Yet, he knew there were stronger threats—fighters who could match his speed, soldiers augmented by technology, even rogue mystics harnessing strange powers.

He needed more than fists. He needed a weapon to rival his own strength.

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Chapter 4: Arrival of the Mentor

Hari Prasad Shrestha arrived quietly, riding on the winds of fate. He had tracked Kang’s path for months. A veteran of the Sentinel initiative, Hari had seen warriors like Kang before—fists unmatched, potential untapped, but a need for guidance.

He approached Kang in the Oscide crater, eyes gleaming with purpose.

Hari: “I see the warrior in you, Kang Rauma. Your fists are unmatched, but there is a weapon here that could change your destiny.”

Kang: “I don’t need gifts. My fists are enough.”

Hari shook his head. “Strength alone is fleeting. This metal… Oscide… it can be forged into a sword. Only you, with your skill, can wield it. It will amplify your power—make you a wall, unbreakable, unstoppable.”

Kang studied the meteor’s chunk. Cosmic energy danced along its surface, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. For the first time, he felt a thrill that wasn’t fear, wasn’t anger—but potential.

Kang: “If I take it… I become more than a mercenary.”

Hari: “More than a fighter. You become a legend.”

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Chapter 5: Forging the Sword

For days, Hari guided Kang to a hidden forge beneath the Tibetan mountains. With Oscide heated by cosmic energy, tempered by ancient techniques Hari had learned from Sentinel archives, the metal yielded to form a gleaming sword, razor-sharp, yet almost weightless.

Hari handed it to Kang. Its blade shimmered like liquid silver, humming faintly as if alive.

Hari: “Your fists remain your greatest weapon, but with this… no wall, no fortress, no enemy can withstand you.”

Kang grasped the sword. Power coursed through him—strength he hadn’t known he could possess. His wall-level power radiated through every sinew, his martial arts instincts now fused with the Oscide blade.

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Chapter 6: First Test

Kang didn’t wait. Bandits attempting to steal the meteor’s remnants arrived within hours. With a single swing of the Oscide sword, they were thrown back, screaming. His fists struck with precision, crushing bones without hesitation. His movements became a blur—a storm of martial mastery and weaponized force.

For the first time, Kang felt balance: fists and sword working in harmony, raw martial skill enhanced by unbreakable weaponry.

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Chapter 7: Wall-Level Ascendance

Kang’s name spread quickly across the region. Soldiers, mercenaries, even rogue warlords tried to challenge him, believing they could test their strength against a legendary fist fighter. All failed. Walls crumbled before his sword strikes; gates shattered under his fists. Villages whispered his name in awe:

"Kang Rauma… the man who cannot fall."

Hari watched from afar, satisfied. Kang had transformed from mercenary to sentinel of his own legacy, a wall-level fighter whose fists and blade could protect—or destroy—entire cities.

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Chapter 8: The Legend Begins

Kang stood atop a Tibetan cliff, Oscide sword in hand. The wind tore at his hair, the snow stung his skin, but he was unshaken. His eyes glinted with the discipline of a lifetime of fist fighting, and the promise of battles yet to come.

Hari approached silently.

Hari: “The world is not safe. There are threats even beyond this mountain. But with your strength, Kang… you can shape your own legend.”

Kang looked at the Oscide blade, then at the horizon.

Kang: “Then let the legend begin.”

The snow swirled around him as he raised the sword. The pulse of the Oscide metal matched the pulse of his fists, a perfect symphony of power. A new warrior was born—the Iron Fist, the Sword of Oscide, the wall that could not fall.

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