HCR, originally founded by four men, had grown into a government organization, but its beginnings were steeped in tragedy. Long ago, unspeakable horrors were carried out in the name of religion. Those who defied religious doctrines paid with their souls—entire villages were massacred for the transgressions of a few, children included, while the government turned a blind eye. The violence was justified as righteous, and the bloodshed was accepted as necessary.

It was in this grim world that four men dared to stand against the tide of cruelty. They formed an organization called HCR, proclaiming that the only true religion was humanity itself. They believed there was no greater creed than compassion. Their message was a beacon of hope, but it also made them targets. They were regarded as “God less people whose destiny is only hell” by the religious people. The clash of ideologies soon brought violence to their doorstep. Three of the founders were captured, hanged in a public execution along with their families. The last founder was forced to watch from the crowd as his friends and loved ones were butchered before his eyes.

The prime days of HCR began not with triumph, but with the sight of his comrades swinging lifelessly in the wind. The last founder, now leading HCR alone, was haunted by the loss. Yet, as news of the atrocity spread, so did the influence of HCR. People across the world began to see the injustice for what it was. They had always known the truth, but now they had the courage to stand with HCR against the tyranny of religious extremism. Governments, once complicit, now trembled before the rising tide of humanity's true faith.

HCR gained power, and with it came a fragile peace. The organization orchestrated a global treaty under the slogan “We All Are One.”

They said the greatest enemy humanity could have are humans

Bio-weapons and nuclear arms were dismantled, nations united under a common banner, and armies disbanded. For a time, it seemed the world was healing.

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But peace came at a cost. The last founder, the man who had seen his comrades and their families brutally killed, who had watched as the very ideals they had fought for were trampled underfoot, paid the ultimate price. His sacrifice was not just of his life, but of everything that made him human—his family, his friends, his future.

The last remaining founder of HCR takes the life of the leader of a major religious group

Then he surrendered himself to the cult, he was taken to the streets, paraded before the very people he had tried to save. The cultists mocked him, spit at him, but he held his head high. They bound his arms and cut them off, the crowd gasping as blood sprayed the ground. They pierced his eyes, blinding him to the world, but still, he did not cry out. His face remained serene, almost peaceful, as if he had already accepted his fate.

Finally, they set him on fire. His body became a human torch, flames licking at his skin, charring his flesh. The smell of burning filled the air, and the crowd fell silent, expecting to hear his screams. But there was nothing. As the fire consumed him, the last founder of HCR stood tall, unwavering, with a smile on his face.

And his final words were: “Someone had to do it, and we were just a sacrifice.” His voice was calm, resolute, and as the fire roared around him, his smile never wavered.

In his final moments, he thought not of the pain, but of the future they all hoped to build—a world free of the horrors he had witnessed. He imagined his friends, their families, all standing beside him, smiling through the flames. “Was I able to make it?, no were WE able to make it? Perhaps we will never know, I will be joining you all very soon I hope that place is little less cruel than this one” And as his life slipped away, his smile remained, untouched by the world.

I have died countless times in my secondary world, in each and every way possible, death by drowning, by head chopped off, by burring in flames, eaten alive by a shark etc. each and every time scream always slipped through my throat, may be sometimes you stand too high that even pain can’t reach you…….. after this incident a major clash between both communities took place, both of their leaders were murdered so both were outrageous. This battle resulted in takeover of the HCR by government and destruction of that religious group………...

The clouds of blood faded and ray of hope strikes the surface of earth

HCR still does good work for the humanity like building IHCE’s funding project ALINCE and many other things for sake of the humanity, but like every government organization its also somewhat corrupted now, and it also has a major political influence