🌍🔥 THE DRAGON OF IRON
Chapter 1 — Awakening in the Wild
Target: ~5,000 words
Free State Forest — Southern Africa — Year 1440
The first thing Willem du Toit became aware of was the cold. A biting chill wrapped around his body like a predator sizing up fresh prey. He felt the rough grit of coarse soil beneath his palms as he pressed himself up, blinking against the shafts of sunlight slicing through a canopy of thick yellowwood trees.
His breath came in ragged, shallow bursts. His head throbbed. For a moment, he wondered if this was another high-altitude training exercise—some sadistic Special Forces simulation designed to push him to the brink.
Then he remembered the gunshot. The fire in his chest. The smell of his own blood.
"...I died."
His voice sounded alien in the hush of the forest. He slowly scanned his surroundings: massive trees loomed like watchful sentinels, and the air carried a rich, unfamiliar tang—sweet pollen mixed with an earthy musk he'd never smelled in any African deployment.
Instinct drove him to inventory his condition. He clenched his fists—no tremor. Flexed his shoulders—strong, uninjured. When he lifted the hem of the tattered combat shirt, he found nothing but unmarked skin. No scar, no wound.
I should be dead.
A mechanical chime echoed in his skull—so sudden and crystalline that he lurched backward, hand snapping reflexively to his holster. But there was no sidearm. No familiar cold steel.
Instead, he heard a voice. Calm, female, tinged with the flat cadence of a machine.
[Red Alert Command System Online]
Initialization Complete.
Singularity Arsenal Template Selected: Mixed Configuration (South African / USA / German).
Era: 1990 Arsenal Baseline.
Production Capabilities: Active.
Welcome, Commander.
Willem's heartbeat drummed in his ears. He swallowed, tasting the metallic tang of adrenaline. His gaze darted to the edge of a clearing—a small rise of red clay and weathered stone.
There, something impossible had appeared.
A Construction Yard—identical to the ones from the old Red Alert strategy games he'd played in the barracks between deployments. Angular steel walls. A tall communications mast. Blue power conduits pulsing like veins.
His voice came out hoarse.
"...You have to be shitting me."
[Command System: Awaiting Directives.]
Initialize Primary Base Operations?
He ran a hand over his face, fighting the urge to laugh or scream. Special Forces training had drilled adaptability into him. When you wake up somewhere you don't understand, you don't panic. You secure.
He took a breath. "...Yes. Initialize."
[Confirmed.]
Construction Yard Operational.
Resource Survey Mode: Enabled.
Available local resources:
Iron Ore: 15,000 tons
Crude Oil Deposits: 2,000 barrels/day
Gold Veins: 9 identified
Rare Earth Minerals: moderate concentration
His eyes widened.
This was real.
And it was all his.
— An Hour Later —
He paced along the perimeter of the clearing as a series of skeletal drones deployed from the yard, unfolding segmented arms that burrowed into the clay. Mechanical voices reported status updates in clipped tones:
"Foundational grid stable."
"Geothermal conduit connected."
"Material stockpile initiated."
He'd ordered three structures queued:
Ore Refinery
Barracks
Power Plant
The moment the first power plant activated, a deep, resonant hum settled through the ground. Blue lights flickered to life along the construction yard's gantries.
Willem exhaled slowly.
Step by step, Willem. You know how to build an FOB. This is no different—just...more insane.
He turned his gaze to the rising barracks frame, steel beams slotting together like a 3D puzzle.
This was his beachhead. His lifeline.
And—if he was reading the system right—the first step in something far, far bigger.
— Later that Day —
A survey drone zipped low over the treetops. Its sensor suite projected data to the transparent HUD shimmering in Willem's vision. He could see it all: the southern ridge with rich iron veins, a winding river glinting under the afternoon sun, a scattering of native settlements to the northwest.
[Population Estimate: 2,000–3,000 inhabitants. Iron Age technological baseline.]
He felt the weight of that realization settle in his gut.
This isn't my South Africa.
The settlements were too primitive. The forest too vast. The geography...almost right but somehow different.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "So either this is Earth—some parallel timeline—or a completely different world."
The system pulsed a neutral chime in acknowledgment.
[Unknown. System databases incomplete.]
Willem sighed.
"All right. We adapt."
— Evening —
By sundown, he had the first platoon mustered.
Thirty men.
South African features, European features—pale skin, fair hair. All wearing clean fatigue uniforms bearing a new insignia: a stylized dragon wrapped around a gear.
He faced them on the dusty clearing as the last embers of daylight bled across the trees.
They were real.
He could see the steady breath in their chests. The disciplined posture. The faint flicker of awe in their eyes when they looked at him.
Willem lifted his chin, letting his voice roll out in a parade-ground bark.
"You are the first. The vanguard of something greater. This land is untamed, and we will bring order to it. You will be soldiers. Engineers. Builders. Defenders. You will forge a legacy that endures beyond our names."
No hesitation in their expressions. Only unwavering loyalty.
100% programmed allegiance, the system had said.
He felt a chill at that—but also a dangerous thrill. He hadn't chosen to be here. But if this was his hand, he would play it to the end.
A soldier stepped forward, saluting with crisp precision.
"Sir. Awaiting orders."
Willem met the young man's gaze.
"First priority: secure a 2-kilometer perimeter. Establish watchtowers every 400 meters. I want overlapping lines of fire, motion sensors, and a fallback trench line. No gaps."
The soldier nodded sharply. "Yes, sir."
"Second: begin construction of additional power plants and a vehicle assembly facility. I want armored support within the week."
"Understood."
He watched them disperse with quiet efficiency, feeling something in his chest stir—part pride, part trepidation. This was no simulation. No wargame. Every decision would shape this land—and the lives of thousands who didn't even know he existed yet.
The last light faded behind the canopy.
Willem turned to study the construction yard, now lit by halogen spotlights and the cold gleam of steel.
This is it.
My new world.
My empire.
And God help anyone who tried to take it from him.
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