Year 2239, Listening Station 12, Dark Belt G-Delta.
Trần Hoàng Nam sat alone in the abandoned control room, the dim light from the display reflecting off his gaunt, somber face. He had been here for six months—self-exiled in the void of space—ever since the political coup failure at the Capital of the Red Star System. And now, in the darkness of a region no one dared to approach, he discovered something that should not exist.
A signal came unexpectedly. A series of frequency fluctuations that didn't match any language or encryption used by humanity, and it wasn't a celestial sound either. It emanated from the edge of Black Hole G-Delta 7—a place where, according to the laws of physics, no data could escape.
"Fraud, or... it's really calling someone." – Nam muttered under his breath.
The signal repeated itself, like a whisper. But when he ran it through the ancient decryption software, what appeared froze every cell in his body: "We have opened. You are late."
Nam stood up abruptly, his heart racing. This couldn't be a coincidence. And he knew—too well—that if Dark Matter was indeed being summoned from another dimension, then the space powers would never allow this to go unnoticed.
He immediately transmitted a secure signal to the only person he still trusted: Nguyễn Thị Ái Lan, a cosmologist who had accompanied him during their research on the Harmonic Layer at Titan's Moon. But before the signal could even reach half its journey, the control panel flickered relentlessly—someone… was watching him.
"Shut down the communication channel. Lock all signal ports." – Nam ordered his AI system.
The door of the station creaked open, and a group of special ops in black armor, no insignia, stormed in like shadows. He barely had time to recognize the faded symbol beneath the metal dust: The Stellar System, the most powerful military faction outside the control of the United Human Alliance.
The commander stepped forward, his voice deep and distorted through the voice filter:
"Mr. Trần Hoàng Nam, you have heard what no one should have. You will have to choose: either help us open the door… or be erased from history."
Nam clenched his fists. He knew that from this moment on, everything had changed.
The war has begun. Not for resources, but for reality.