No 1 Supreme Warrior: Chapter 1 – Down on the Southwest border, the dust settled as the War between the Nine Provinces simmered down. The fortresses stood tall and proud, striking fear into the hearts of adversaries! In a grandiose edifice, a leader eyed a young bloke with a furrowed brow.
“Oi, you really fancy a trip back to Eastfield, mate? Keeping that Supreme Warrior gig under wraps for now, yeah?” The old geezer, as the ruler, fixed his gaze with utmost respect. Behind the young lad stood the Nine Great Gods of War, recently knighted for their extraordinary valor over five years. These blokes struck fear into their foes, earning the esteemed title of Gods of War. Soon, they’d be heading back to their respective Provinces with the power to dictate life and death.
But here they were, the Nine Great Gods of War, humbly standing behind the young chap.
Jack White, the lad bestowed with the title of Supreme Warrior by Daxia, held sway beyond even the Gods of War. He was the cream of the crop.
Daxia was gobsmacked. The media planned to spill the beans about the Nine Great Gods of War along with the Supreme Warrior, but somehow only the former made the headlines. Jack’s identity remained a ruddy mystery.
“Oi, wonder how Selena’s doing these days? Since things are sorted here, they don’t need me anymore!” A faint smile crept onto the chap’s chiseled mug. Selena, his missus, his bird.
“Boss, can we tag along to meet our master’s missus?” Abner Young, one of the Nine Great Gods of War, piped up from behind.
Imagine the ruckus if folks found out the Nine Great Gods of War were Jack’s protégés, eh?
“Let’s save that for a chinwag another time!” Jack sighed, slipping into a contemplative mood.
Five years back, when enemies launched a counterattack, Daxia took a beating and recruited warriors from far and wide. The Taylor family of Eastfield found themselves in a right pickle, forced to enlist one of their own to set an example for the region.
Old Master Taylor, being long in the tooth, and Master Taylor, keeping order, had only Young Master Taylor, the sole heir, to spare. Old Master Taylor balked at risking his grandson’s neck, fearing the end of his lineage. But the Taylor mob couldn’t wriggle out of this bind.
Lo and behold, a delivery lad named Jack White showed up. Old Master Taylor had a lightbulb moment and roped Jack into matrimony with the Taylor lass, Selena. That paved Jack’s way to the battlefield, stepping in for Young Master Taylor.
Jack had his terms, mind you. He wanted Old Master Taylor to cough up a mil for his ailing mum’s treatment. Before you could say Jack Robinson, the Taylor lass was hitched to Jack the delivery lad. Their simple wedding turned Selena Taylor into the talk of the town.
On their wedding night, a glum Selena, fueled by drink, took the plunge. Come dawn, she was in tears.
That same morning, Jack was shipped off to war. Five years flew by.
Through thick and thin, Jack weathered the storm, his thoughts fixed on Selena waiting back home.
In five years, he went from the black sheep to a major player.
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“Selena, fret not. I’ll stick to my guns for you!” Jack clenched his fists, anticipation tingling his serene heart at the thought of reuniting with Selena.
Four days later, a private jet touched down at Eastfield International Airport.
“Eastfield! What a blast from the past!” Jack’s lips curved into a smile as he set foot on familiar ground.
Glancing at Lana Zechs, Jack drawled, “Since I left the Southwestern battleground, I’ve ditched the Supreme Warrior bit. Call me brother from now on!”
“Sure thing, guv’!” Lana beamed. She was posted in Eastfield and thrilled to be back with her boss.
A flashy Rolls-Royce Phantom, plate A99999, awaited at the airport exit. A bloke in his forties stepped out, none other than James Drake, Eastfield’s big cheese. Anyone in the upper crust catching wind of James fetching someone from the airport would have their jaws on the floor. Whoever made James roll out the red carpet was no ordinary Joe.
“Today’s a winner if I get a gander at the Queen of Hell!” James sighed. He knew full well the weight a God of War carried. Spotting Lana and her companion, he sashayed over.
“Behold, the Goddess of War, Queen of Hell, Lana Zechs!” one of the bodyguards announced with due respect.
Off they went! James, ever so cautiously, approached Lana.
“James Drake of the Drake family from Eastfield rolls out the welcome mat for the goddess of war’s comeback! We’ve sorted the War God’s Residence for you. Here’s a black card. Hope it floats your boat!” James presented Lana with a black card, bowing slightly.
Lana cocked a brow, cool as a cucumber. “Nice intel, mate. As expected from Eastfield’s loaded bloke!”
With a chuckle, Lana waved off the card. “You’ve laid out the digs, I’ll give ’em a whirl. But this card’s all yours, mate!”
“Righto, then!” James wiped his brow, relieved, before pocketing the card.
“Who’s this?” James eyed Jack, probing.
“Just a mate from the trenches! Chance brought us both back to Eastfield. You lot crack on, I’ll snag a cab back!” Jack flashed a grin, then turned to Lana. “Catch you on the blower!”
“You bet!” Lana nodded.
As the exchange unfolded, James’s heart skipped a beat. That private jet was for the Gods of War. Anyone returning with the Queen of Hell must’ve been a big shot. And Lana, the respect she had for this bloke, spoke volumes.
Before long, a cab pulled up outside a row of villas, home to the Taylor mob! Jack, battle-hardened and wiser, couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the villa gates. If Old Master Taylor hadn’t threatened his life, Selena wouldn’t have married him.
The Taylor mob’s negligence towards Selena’s marriage left her disillusioned, drowning her sorrows with a lad like Jack.
Though their union was a sham, Selena lost her innocence to him. Before parting ways, she vowed to wait for his return. That promise touched Jack deeply. And now, Jack had come home at last!
