The year was 2040 and the world was still grappling with the aftermath of World War III. The once lush and thriving lands had been reduced to barren wastelands, dotted with the occasional concrete structures that had somehow managed to withstand the impact of the nuclear missiles. The destruction was widespread and it seemed as if the world would never be the same again. However, there was one place that had remained unscathed through it all - an ancient temple, located on the outskirts of a small village.

This temple had become a place of refuge for those who had managed to survive the war. People from all over the world had come to seek shelter in this holy place, believing it to be a place of safety and peace. It was here that a young couple took refuge when the woman was about to give birth to their first child.

The day was unlike any other. The sun was shining bright, and the birds were chirping, but the peace was abruptly disrupted by the sudden explosion of a nuclear missile. The radiation from the missile spread in all directions, including toward the temple. Just as the woman was in the midst of delivering her child, the radiation reached them and something extraordinary happened. The unborn child absorbed the radiation and something flew out of the temple scriptures and into the child. The child's father died in this blast by saving them, but the mother was still alive, barely.

The temple women, who were helping the woman deliver her baby, were astounded by the turn of events. They had never seen anything like this before. The woman, who was holding her newborn son, looked at him with a mix of love and fear. She had a feeling that something was not right about her son, but she was unable to explain it. As she lay on her deathbed, she made the ultimate sacrifice for her child. She gave him all her love and with her last breath, she hoped that her son would grow up to be a good and kind person, despite whatever lay ahead.

The temple women, who had grown fond of the woman and her child, decided to raise him as their own. They named him Noah and they presented him with love and care. Noah was a smart and strong child and well-liked by everyone in the temple. However, there were some villagers who lived near the temple who didn't understand what had happened to Noah and his mother. They had heard rumors and gossip about the mysterious events that had taken place in the temple and they had grown suspicious of Noah. They often bullied him and called him a murderer, and they made it clear that they didn't want him around.

Despite the bullying he faced from the villagers, Noah remained kind and optimistic. He didn't understand why they didn't like him, but he was determined not to let their words get to him. He was content living in the temple, surrounded by the love of the temple women. As the years passed, Noah grew into a young man, tall and muscular, with a sharp mind and a kind heart. Despite the tough circumstances he had been born into, he remained optimistic about the future and had no idea that his life was about to change in ways he could never have imagined.

One day, while playing with his friends, Noah heard a scream coming from outside the temple. He immediately ran towards the source of the noise and found a group of gangsters trying to attack an innocent man. Without thinking, Noah threw a stone at the head of one of the gangsters and the gangsters turned their attention toward him. Noah stood his ground, not knowing what was going to happen next. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of his journey and the start of his quest to discover the truth about