Adnan headed to his favorite spot in the neighborhood, sitting down to watch the children play innocently. His dark brown hair swayed gently in the breeze, and his bright brown eyes reflected an unyielding energy. He wore his favorite green jacket, which added a vibrant touch to his appearance. Adnan, the tall and slender young man, knew everyone in the neighborhood, and everyone respected him for his kindness and his role in protecting the area from intruders.

"Adnan, have you heard about the intruders who tried to break into the neighborhood last night?" one of his friends asked anxiously.

Adnan smiled confidently, "Don't worry, I dealt with them. They won't be coming back." His tone was filled with enthusiasm, as if he thrived on every challenge he faced. He loved competition and battles, not out of violence, but out of a desire to protect those he cared about. These qualities made Qusai feel completely at ease around Adnan. No longer did any doubts linger in Qusai's mind about this good-hearted young man. Yet, Qusai continued to watch him cautiously, wondering if this kindness and enthusiasm hid something deeper.

Qusai decided to try something new. This time, he wanted to direct his consciousness randomly, without a specific goal. He closed his eyes and focused on freeing his mind from any constraints. Suddenly, he found himself on a plane, soaring through the sky. The atmosphere was calm, but he noticed a girl sitting by the window, her face marked by deep sadness.

The girl's name was Ghadeer. Qusai felt her strong presence, despite her sorrow. She wore a simple dress, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. She gazed out the window, as if searching for something in the distant horizon. The plane had taken off from Amman, Jordan, heading to Washington, D.C. Qusai felt curious—what could make this girl seem so sad?

After the plane landed at a large international airport in Washington, Ghadeer moved with the crowd toward the terminal. Bright lights shone everywhere, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation. As she exited the arrival gate, Ghadeer was greeted by large banners displaying the names of the newcomers. She was directed to a special area where luxurious buses waited to transport them to the event venue.

The bus was comfortable and equipped with all amenities, with large windows offering a view of the scenic city of Washington. During the ride, Ghadeer listened to a guide explaining the details of the day ahead. The bus arrived at a massive hall where the grand event was being held. The hall was filled with lights and colors, with giant screens displaying inspiring images of past heroes with extraordinary abilities.

The U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security stood on the stage, flanked by American flags waving behind him. He began his speech with a strong, confident voice:

"Dear citizens, future heroes, welcome to the land of dreams, the land of freedom, the land of endless opportunities. The United States of America, this great nation built on the values of liberty, justice, and equality, welcomes you today not just as guests, but as new members of one family—a family that believes in the power of the individual and their ability to change the world."

The Secretary paused for a moment as the crowd applauded enthusiastically. Then he continued:

"We are here today to celebrate you because you represent the future of this nation. Your unique abilities are not just natural gifts; they are powerful tools that will help us face the challenges ahead. We live in a new era, an era that demands strength, unity, and readiness to confront any obstacle."

He raised his voice, addressing each person in the room individually:

"There are those who try to weaken us, to divide us, to steal our dreams. But we will not allow them. We are strong, we are united, and we are capable of changing the world. You, the heroes, will be at the forefront of this change. You will protect this nation, defend its values, and build its future."

With a confident smile, he added:

"Today, we welcome you not just as individuals with extraordinary abilities, but as heroes who will alter the course of history. You will inspire future generations, and we will be proud of you just as you are proud of yourselves. So, heroes, prepare for your new journey, because the future begins here, and it begins now."

After the Secretary's inspiring speech, the process of assigning the newcomers to different teams began. The massive hall buzzed with energy and excitement as the newcomers stood in orderly rows, waiting to be chosen by team leaders. The atmosphere was charged with competition, as each team leader sought to recruit the best talents to strengthen their ranks.

Ghadeer, standing in the front row, seemed detached from all the excitement. Her expression remained unchanged, not a single smile appearing despite the enthusiasm that had spread through the crowd after the Secretary's speech. She looked calm, as if she were in another world, which left Qusai, who was observing her from a distance, utterly fascinated. He wondered to himself, "What keeps her so calm amidst all this noise? Is she afraid? Or does she simply not care?"

The selection process began with strict rules set by the team management. Each team had a limited number of spots, and the selection was based on a thorough evaluation of each newcomer's abilities. The main teams were:

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Wings of Freedom: A team specializing in aerial missions and rapid reconnaissance, known for its speed and precision.

Shadow Guardians: A covert operations team specializing in espionage and stealth missions.

Storm Champions: A combat-focused team specializing in direct confrontations and territorial defense.

Future Protectors: A team dedicated to developing new technologies and applying extraordinary abilities in research and innovation.

The leader of the Wings of Freedom, Gene, stepped forward toward Ghadeer. Gene was a tall man with sharp features and piercing eyes, exuding an air of authority. He wore a formal dark blue uniform with the team's emblem on his chest—a pair of silver wings crossed elegantly, shimmering under the bright lights of the hall. The wings were intricately designed, each feather meticulously crafted to convey strength and freedom. At the center of the wings was a small lightning bolt symbol, representing speed and excellence.

Gene looked at Ghadeer with confidence and said in a clear voice, "You will be the newest member of my team."

Ghadeer seemed slightly flustered but accepted the offer with a shy smile. She didn't say a word, simply nodding in agreement. Qusai, who was watching the scene, felt a sense of admiration for her humility and calmness. He wondered to himself, "What is she hiding? Why does she seem so different from the rest?"

After Ghadeer's selection, the selection ceremony continued. Each team leader stepped forward to choose their members. The process was swift and precise, with each team vying for the best talents. The competition was fierce, especially from the Shadow Guardians, who were looking for members with stealth and evasion abilities.

In the end, all the newcomers were assigned to their respective teams, and a new phase of training and preparation began. Ghadeer, now part of the Wings of Freedom, started getting to know her new teammates and team leader. She smiled shyly from time to time but maintained her mysterious calmness, which continued to intrigue Qusai.

Qusai decided to direct his consciousness elsewhere this time. Suddenly, he found himself in Moscow, where a grand event was being held at the presidential palace. The palace was illuminated by golden lights that sparkled in the night sky, with red Russian flags proudly waving in the cold air. The main hall of the palace was adorned with luxurious decorations, with massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, reflecting light onto walls covered with paintings depicting Russia's glorious history.

The atmosphere was entirely different from the event in Washington. Here, the excitement was more intense and fierce, with a touch of harshness and roughness that reflected the Russian spirit. The attendees wore elegant formal attire, but their gazes carried a sense of defiance and resilience. Russian national music played in the background, adding a sense of national pride to the event.

The Russian President stood on the stage, surrounded by his personal guards, who wore their uniforms with pride. The President was a tall man with sharp features and cold blue eyes that reflected unwavering strength and determination. He began his speech with a powerful, confident voice that filled the hall with energy:

"Heroes, the future, welcome to the heart of great Russia, the land of heroes and legends. We are here today to celebrate you because you represent the strength and determination of this nation. Your unique abilities are not just natural gifts; they are powerful weapons that will help us reclaim what has been taken from us and build a future we can be proud of."

The President paused for a moment as the crowd applauded enthusiastically. Then he continued, his voice growing louder and harsher:

"There are those who try to weaken us, to steal our lands, to insult our honor. But we will not allow them. We are strong, we are united, and we are capable of reclaiming everything we have lost. Ukraine is just the beginning. We will take back all the lands that have been taken from us, and we will restore Russia to its rightful place as a superpower."

He raised his voice even more, addressing each person in the room individually:

"You, the heroes, will be at the forefront of this battle. You will protect this nation, defend its honor, and build its future. Today, we welcome you not just as individuals with extraordinary abilities, but as soldiers in the great Russian army. You will be a source of pride for future generations. Heroes, prepare for your new journey, because the future we build together will be written by your hands, and you will be the ones to raise Russia's flag high in the face of every challenge. The future begins here, begins now, and we will forge it together with unbreakable strength and unyielding will."

After the President's speech, the selection process began. Each team leader stepped forward to choose their members. The atmosphere was charged with competition, as each team sought to recruit the best talents. The main teams were:

Iron Wolves: A team specializing in direct combat operations, known for its strength and ferocity.

Night Falcons: A covert operations team specializing in espionage and stealth missions.

Tundra Titans: A combat-focused team specializing in large-scale confrontations and territorial defense.

Honor Guardians: A team dedicated to developing new technologies and applying extraordinary abilities in research and innovation.

Among the newcomers, Qusai's attention was drawn to a young man named Daniel. Daniel had dark brown hair, neatly trimmed, and cold blue eyes like the winter sky, reflecting determination and resilience. He possessed the incredible ability to transform into a giant. Qusai felt curious about this young man and decided to follow his daily life to learn more about his abilities. He also tried to learn some Russian words to better understand what was happening around him.

Qusai began observing Daniel closely. Daniel appeared calm most of the time, but he would transform into a giant in moments of anger or danger. Qusai noticed that Daniel was trying to control his ability but struggled with it.

"Can I learn something from this beast?" Qusai wondered to himself as he watched Daniel training in the gymnasium of the Tundra Titans.

Qusai returned to his consciousness in his room, feeling exhausted but filled with new ideas. He knew the world around him was changing rapidly, and he needed to be ready for any challenge that might come his way.

As Qusai was about to head to the shower after a long day of exploration and observation, his eyes fell on the computer he had left running on his desk. The screen was still on, but what caught his attention was a pop-up window that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the screen. The window was simple in design, but the words written in it glowed in a striking red:

"Do you want to be a member of DST?"