In the hall room when Fakhrul, Nafisa, Zara, Hridoy, and Siddik was sitting. Suddenly Hridoy asked Siddik, "Who is this Grok? What's his story?"
Then Siddik leaned back, his sharp eyes staring into the void. A storm of memories clouded his face.
"He was once a man of greatness," Siddik finally said. "And this… is his story."
Before he was known as Grok, he was just a boy –
A boy named Elian Grovius, born under the cold banners of the Spiral Crown.
Born into a family of warriors, Elian was small, weak, and slow with a blade. While others trained in swords and guns, Elian sat alone, buried in dusty books, building tiny machines with his bare hands. They mocked him.
"A Crown without a sword is no Crown at all!" His brothers spat.
He was beaten. Starved. Humiliated. But Elian never hated them. Instead he dreamed – Dreamed that one day his knowledge would make him worthy of their love.
By the age of 10, he was forced into the Spiral military labs, where he was made to build bombs, death machines, and weapons for conquest. He begged to be allowed to teach, to heal – they laughed. They beat him when he disobeyed. Days were passing away.
Years later, his mind blossomed into something extraordinary. He became the architect of weapons, the Master of Science, the hidden genius behind the Spiral Crown's strength. And when they finally recognized his power, it was only to use him.
They called him "The Mindless Hammer."
A tool.
A slave.
Not a man.
He started training a few young minds, teaching true science, inventions. One of them was I, the brightest among them according to him. He and I had a good relation. We spent time together. He loved me like the son he never had. He taught me everything: science, engineering, tactics, weapons. Together we created wonders that could have changed the world. For the first time, Elian believed he could have a family – a legacy built not on blood, but on mind. For him, I wasn't just a student. I was a symbol of what the world could have been. A mind free, a spirit unbroken.
When the Spiral War broke out, Elian's family – the military elders – dragged him into it.
"With your genius, we'll conquer the world," they said. He was forced to march with the army he hated. But before leaving, he found me, and with all the hope left in his soul, he begged:
"Come with me. We can change it from inside. Save our people."
But I refused. I had seen the darkness already – I knew the Spiral Crown could not be saved. For Elian, that rejection cut deeper than any sword.
The Spiral army rampaged across lands, devouring cities. When they came to spiral Island – my homeland – they thought it would fall easily.
They were wrong.
My ancestors – mighty warriors, brutal kings of old – annihilated the Spiral Crown army.
It wasn't a battle.
It was a massacre.
Elian was captured along with his brother, father, and the last survivors. Kneeling, bleeding, broken, he begged the victors:
"Spare them! Spare them! They are only following orders."
He offered his inventions.
He offered his life.
But mercy was not a word the victors knew. Right there, in front of his eyes – Elian watched his father, his brother, his comrades butchered like animals.
He screamed.
He sobbed.
He clawed at the dirt like a wounded dog.
They laughed. They couldn't kill him like them as he was a famous scientist and innovator. So, they filed a fake case against him to punish him. There was no one to fight for him. The Court of Spiral Island sentenced him to death.
But I stood with him. I demanded a trial by combat. I myself fight against my ancestor's warrior just to save him. I won the fight. My ancestors were angry at me though couldn't say anything because I was the future of the Spiral Island. But I made one mistake. I abandoned him in a jungle. If I kept him in the island, it would have danger for for both of us.
After some years, I heard that he named himself as Grok. He became so powerful. Before I took the crown, my ancestors warned me about his comeback. Because Spiral Crown never forgive their enemy, and he was the son of a Spiral Crown's warrior. I searched for him a lot. I wanted to repay the mistake I had done, but I couldn't find him. Now he is back. He is the most dangerous and cursed mind I have seen.
That's the story I knew about him. Fakhrul said, "He is so powerful now, I think. He will be a tougher enemy to fight." "I will fight the toughest enemy if I have to. My people are everything for me. If I have to choose between loyalty and relationship, I will definitely choose loyalty." Siddik replied.
Siddik silenced for a minute and then said, "I need your help, guys."
Zara agreed, "We are with you. Don't be tensed."
Siddik hand over Nafisa a box. Nafisa asked, "What is it?"
"Your suit, gears and weapons." Siddik replied.
The Rebirth of Grok
Siddik saved Grok's life that day. But mercy has many faces.
Instead of killing him – Siddik ordered Grok banished. Abandoned.
Thrown into the cursed jungles outside the island – alone, with nothing but the rage on his back.
"Survive, if you can," the guards sneered as they kicked him into the wild.
In the jungles of Spiral wasteland, Grok should have died. He was wounded, starving, hunted by beasts.
But hatred kept him alive.
Hatred for Siddik.
Hatred for Spiral kings.
Hatred for the world.
He scavenged. He built. He evolved.
Years passed.
The frail boy who loved machines died in that jungle.
In his place rose Grok – a man who understood that love was a lie, and only fear ruled the world. He realized humans were too fragile, too treacherous. So he began to create something better – zombies – soldiers who never betray, never feel, never abandon him. With his monsters, Grok built an empire hidden by storm and fog – Zombie Island – a fortress of nightmares, unreachable by the world. He stole scientists, turned them into slaves.
From the shadows, Grok built an empire. He planted spies in every nation. He created diseases that toppled kings. He bred legions of monsters ready to drown the world in chaos. He buried his name in the world's nightmares, while his army grew endless. And every night, he stared into the fire and whispered:
"You saved me once, Siddik."
"You cursed me forever."
"Now, I will return the favor."
All the while, a single thought fueled him:
"I will return to Spiral."
"I will burn it to the ground."
"And I will watch Siddik die with my own eyes."
The Return:
In the present day, Grok stands once more at the shores of Spiral Island.
Behind him: a sea of undead.
Before him: the towers of those who once mocked him.
No mercy burns in his heart now.
Only a promise –
the world that broke Grok will burn at his feet.