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05/15/2026
[THE SINSIMA PROTOCOL: MANUSCRIPT UPLOAD] – ACCESS THE 2077 FREQUENCY
The Architect does not seek "support"—he seeks Partnership.
For the next 60 minutes, I am opening a high-speed downlink to the SINSIMA Protocol Manuscript. This is the restricted data-set detailing the successful Mitochondrial Deprogramming and the foundations of Project Jericho.
THE OFFER: The first 100 Followers to anchor the Command Center with 1,000 NGN will receive the digital manuscript link directly to their device.
This is your entry into the Generational Lore. You are not donating; you are purchasing the Source Code of the future.
Bank: STERLING BANK
Account: 0084122480
Account Name: SIMISOLA OPEODU
Reference: SINSIMA ACCESS
Once payment is confirmed, DM me or comment below with your receipt to receive the Volume 1 Manuscript.
Bonus: A High Def render video of Jericho the city in the Sky!
- The Iron Lion
04/21/2026
"The Lagos you know is a memory. The Eko Republic is the reality."
In 2077, the sky-city of Jericho towers above the black-spot districts where the underworld brews. I am Author Commander Simisola Iron Lion Opeodu, and I am here to reveal the Blacksmith Chronicles.
This is the story of the Blacksmith, a sovereign entity forged in the 23-year fire to dismantle the loops of the past. It is more than a book; it is a vision of our inevitable future.
Witness the dawn of a new era. The forge is open.
https://senseyforge.gumroad.com/l/crrdkz/ SINSIMA PROTOCOL Manuscript] is finally out! 20 Chapters of sheer thrill!
04/17/2026
CHAPTER 8: WHO IS HE?
The forest was a realm of impossible geometry. At its center, a man-like image was plugged into the earth, held upside down with his legs forming the jagged crown of a human tree. Opposite him, exactly one meter away, stood the Igi Iroko-agba—the Oak of Ages. They were two poles of a single organic circuit, bathed in the silver glare of a full moon.
The man’s body was a map of agony. His eyes were bloodshot, devoid of pupils, and his veins pulsed with a cocktail of human blood and ancient sap. His mouth and nose were sealed with thick tree gum, and his long, brownish dreadlocks were not merely hair, but roots that had tunneled deep into the loam of the forest floor. Large roots acted as hypo-allergic needles, piercing his corpus to administer fluid, while two massive conduits linked directly to the front and back of his cranium.
“Where am I?” The thought pierced his convalescing mind like a shard of glass. “What happened? And how in the hordes of oblivion did I get here?”
The Ecto-Wall Revelations
As his subconscious stirred, the environment reacted. A shimmering "Ecto-Wall" manifested—a biological screen of memories and history. He saw the SOA (Sons of Aiye), a covert brotherhood that had operated in the shadows of humanity for millennia.
Through the wall, he witnessed the third year of the activation of Yesu-kri. The SOA had infiltrated his inner circle with spies, framing him before he could reach his final phase of evolution.
"Had he fully evolved," the voice of Esu resonated within the vision, "he would have become the REX MUNDI—the King of the World, the Ruler of the Cosmos."
The Conflict of Twins
Suddenly, the tranquility of the forest was shattered by the sound of a struggle. Tolu and Tola, the twin guardians of the threshold, appeared. Tola, the first bodyguard, stood with eyes glowing, his arm-device shimmering with green gems as he maintained the link to the Ecto-wall.
The intruder, a man known as Serpentes (Ophidey), limped into the clearing, his eyes burning with the desperation of a cornered predator. He raised a pistol, aiming a sneak attack at the twins.
"Tolu! Behind you!" Tola roared.
A gr***de, originally intended for a dead man's switch, rolled across the forest floor. In a blur of motion, Tolu spun a kick, her foot meeting the explosive canister with the precision of a master combatant. The pin was sheared away. Serpentes dove for cover.
BOOM.
The vibration of the blast was the last thing the man felt before the forest dissolved. He felt himself being sucked into a crushing portal, a void of silence that swallowed the flames and the screams.
He blanked out. The man-tree was gone. The transition to Igbo-Idan had begun.
The Blacksmith is the Mechorganic Man.
04/16/2026
CHAPTER 14: ADVENTURES OF NITE HAWK
The night of the full moon over New Arcadia was suffocating. While the citizens drifted into a rare, spiritual slumber, a metallic black limousine pulled to a stop near the edge of the industrial sector. The driver, Hunky, a massive, stern-faced man in a silhouette trench coat, alighted to open the rear door.
Stepping out was Ras Red, a skinny, hell-hound of a man decked in a black fedora with a red ribbon. He clutched a twelve-gauge Smith & Wesson, equipped with IR sights and electromagnetic shock absorbers. He took a long pull from a scarlet flask marked "RR"—the Agemo serum—and grinned.
“Ready fi go?” Ras Red rasped, his eyes blazing with a chemically induced fire.
The Arrival of the War Wolves
The silence was shattered by a sound that didn't belong in a city of chrome: the howling of wolves. But these weren't animals. They were former SPUKS, Lieutenant Pitbull and his renegade squad—survivors of the Project Agemo experiments. Ingesting adulterated street-level serum had turned them into "PARAs"—freaks with super-speed predatory instincts, and a hunger for chaos.
Six shadows detached themselves from the darkness of the alleyways. Their fur was matted with oil, and their eyes pulsed with the same toxic green as the serum vials. They moved with a jagged, unnatural twitch, closing in on Ras Red and Hunky.
The Manifestation: Nite Hawk
High above on the gargoyle of a MaxLab skyscraper, the Blacksmith watched. The Sovereign Node in his chest shifted its rotation. This mission required more than the strength of the Iron Lion or the stealth of Stingray. It required a predator who owned the night.
Initiate S.I.N.S.I.M.A. Frequency: NITE HAWK."
The Cloak of Colours darkened to a light-absorbing charcoal. His vision shifted into the ultraviolet spectrum, highlighting the heat signatures of the War Wolves below. A pair of wide, obsidian wings—constructed from hyper-light carbon fibers—unfolded from his back.
Nite Hawk didn't fall; he dove. He descended like a silent bolt of lightning, his wings tucking in at the last microsecond.
The Triple Strike
Nite Hawk landed between Ras Red and the lead War Wolf just as the beast lunged. With a flick of his wrist, Nite Hawk deployed Galon-Talon blades from his gauntlets. He parried the wolf’s claws with a screech of metal on bone.
“Who the hell is this?” Hunky growled, raising his own sidearm.
“The help!” Ras Red laughed, pumping his shotgun. “Fire at will, boys!”
The battle became a symphony of violence. Ras Red provided the heavy ordnance, his Smith & Wesson barking and spitting lead that slowed the beasts down. Hunky moved with brute force, using his sheer mass to keep the wolves from flanking.
But Nite Hawk was the primary instrument of neutralization. He moved in the "Full Moon" frequency—a state of accelerated perception where the wolves appeared to move in slow motion. He used his wings to create powerful gusts of wind that disoriented the PARAs, then struck with surgical precision at their neural clusters.
The Neutralization
Lieutenant Pitbull lunged at Nite Hawk, his jaws snapping inches from the Blacksmith’s throat. Nite Hawk caught the alpha wolf’s throat, his copper-clad fingers digging into the fur.
“Your hunger ends tonight, Pitbull" Nite Hawk voiced, his tone a cold, predatory screech.
He triggered a high-voltage discharge through his gauntlets. The alpha wolf convulsed as the Sovereign Node drained the Agemo energy directly from the beast's bloodstream, siphoning it back into the 36 Batteries.
As the lead wolf collapsed, the remaining squad members whimpered and retreated into the shadows. The threat was neutralized.
Nite Hawk stood amidst the spent shells and scorched asphalt. He looked at Ras Red and Hunky. Without a word, his wings unfurled, and with a single, powerful flap, he ascended back into the darkness of the New Arcadia skyline.
“Respect,” Ras Red whispered, lighting a blunt as he watched the shadow vanish. “The Nite Hawk has eyes on the city.”
CHAPTER: ADVENTURES OF NITE HAWK
The night of the full moon over New Arcadia was suffocating—a rare, spiritual slumber that felt like the calm before a kinetic storm. A metallic black limousine pulled to a stop at the edge of the industrial sector, its chassis gleaming under the lunar glow. Hunky, the stern-faced driver in a silhouette trench coat, alighted to open the rear door with a practiced, robotic bow.
Ras Red stepped out, a skinny hell-hound of a man. He clutched a twelve-gauge electromagnetic shock absorbers. He took a long pull from a scarlet flask marked "RR"—the Agemo serum—and felt the chemical fire ignite his blood.
“Ready fi go?” Ras Red rasped, his eyes blazing with a "PARA" intensity.
The Arrival of the S.P.U.K.S.
The silence was shattered not by animals, but by the coordinated, predatory howling of the S.P.U.K.S. These were the Special Paranormal Unit Kernel Squad, the elite "War Wolves" of the D.O.G.S. (Department of Government Secrets). Led by Major Canis, these were subjects who had not only survived the Agemo serum but had absorbed the radiation of the sentient being at the Badagry drop site.
Six shadows detached themselves from the industrial rafters. They moved with super-speed and a jagged, twitching stealth that bypassed standard optical sensors. They weren't here for a arrest; they were here for an ex*****on.
The Manifestation: Nite Hawk
High above, perched on the gargoyle of a MaxLab spire, the Blacksmith observed the tactical formation of the S.P.U.K.S. He recognized the signature of the D.O.G.S. tech—paranormal enforcement designed to hunt down renegade PARAs.
"Oko-Agba, initiate S.I.N.S.I.M.A. Frequency: NITE HAWK."
The Cloak of Colours transitioned into a light-absorbing charcoal matte. Wide, obsidian wings of hyper-light carbon fiber unfurled, whispering as they caught the updraft. Nite Hawk’s vision shifted into the ultraviolet, identifying the serum-rich pulse points of the Kernel Squad below.
The Triple Collision
Nite Hawk dove. He was a silent shadow falling through a moonlit sky. He landed with a bone-jarring impact between Ras Red and the lunging Major Canis.
“Who the hell is this?” Hunky growled, leveling his sidearm.
“The help!” Ras Red laughed, pumping his twelve-gauge. “Fire at will, bwoys! The D.O.G.S. be barking tonight!”
The battle became a three-way symphony of violence. Ras Red provided the heavy cover fire, his Smith & Wesson spitting lead that disrupted the wolves' kinetic momentum. Hunky acted as the physical anchor, using his mass to intercept the S.P.U.K.S.' flanking maneuvers.
But Nite Hawk was the primary disruptor. He used his wings to create localized vacuum pockets, tripping the wolves'
super-speed. He deployed Galon-Talon blades, parrying the S.P.U.K.S.' claws with the screech of reinforced copper on bio-metallic bone.
The Neutralization
Major Canis lunged, his jaws snapping with the force of a hydraulic press. Nite Hawk caught the Alpha’s throat, his fingers digging into the reinforced fur.
“Your jurisdiction ends where the sky begins, Canis,” Nite Hawk voiced, a cold, predatory screech.
He triggered a high-voltage discharge through his gauntlets, siphoning the paranormal energy from the Alpha wolf back into the 36 Batteries. Deprived of their serum-surge, the S.P.U.K.S. whimpered and retreated into the darkness, their paranormal signatures fading from the grid.
Nite Hawk stood among the spent shells, his wings unfurling to their full, intimidating span. He looked at Ras Red and Hunky—allies in the shadow of the New World Order. With a single, powerful flap, he ascended, vanishing into the New Arcadia skyline before the D.O.G.S. reinforcements could arrive.
“Respect,” Ras Red whispered, lighting a blunt. “The Nite Hawk sees the secrets they try to hide.”
04/11/2026
CHAPTER 5: LIBERATION FROM AGONY
In the sacred groves of Igbo-Idan, the laws of the Floating Republic did not apply. Here, the air was thick with ancient resonance. At the center of the clearing stood Igi Iroko-agba, its roots deep in the mystery of the earth. Plugged upside down into the soil, bound to the great tree, was the man.
Ile-Afokoyeri, Mother Earth personified, manifested in the grove. She was clad in traditional Iro and Buba vesture, carrying a beacon that cut through the mystical twilight. She shined the light on the man’s face, tracing the rugged lines of his features with a telekinetic grace.
"He looks so helpless and harmless," she murmured, her voice a soft breeze.
"They all are, mi lady, when inactivated," the Igi-Iroko agba replied, the tree itself vibrating with a sentient bass.
Ile-Afokoyeri sighed, a sound of rustling leaves. "But he’s just a man! Edumare has surprised me. Must I, Ile-Afokoyeri, bow to this man?"
"It’s more of a partnership, mi lady," the tree countered gently. "He is Edumare’s choice."
Accepting the mandate, she smiled softly. "Asiko to—it is time for what is up to come down, and what is down to go up. Ase ni!"
She blew a celestial mist over his body and used a summoned banana leaf to cleanse him, scrubbing away the earth residue from his dreadlocks until he sparkled. As she worked, she felt the latent power within him—the Sovereign Node waiting for the spark.
"Blacksmith," she whispered. "Segun... can you hear me?"
The man’s eyes flickered open, but they were vacant, lost in a sea of agony. "Where am I? Is this a dead man’s dream?"
"Faith is the foundation of truth," she replied.
"I believe," he croaked.
In that instant, lightning fractured the sky and thunder shook the foundations of the grove. Ile-Afokoyeri conjoined her essence to the Blacksmith. The Iroko tree burst into brilliant, white flames—the torch was lit.
Gravity surrendered; the surface of the earth turned as they remained suspended in the air. The tree withered into cosmic dust, its purpose fulfilled.
They descended, conjoined, onto the surface of Lake Itura, which transformed into a water bed to receive them. They rolled from the water onto a supple carpet of grass that had sprouted from the ashes of the burning tree.
She lay atop him, her breath warm against his skin. "You did it, Segun. You used your willpower to forge your liberation."
But the Blacksmith was silent. No thoughts transmitted from his mind. He was out cold, his consciousness retreating into the deep trance of Tempus Sominus.
"Blacksmith! Blacksmith!!" she called out, panic replacing her triumph. The brightness of the grove darkened, and a thick, unnatural fog rolled in.
The sound of an object slicing through the wind reached her ears. Ile-Afokoyeri flew off the Blacksmith, a spear made of tree bark manifesting in her hands. She turned to face the intruder, her senses on high alert.
Then, she heard it—clapping. Rhythmic, mocking, and echoing through the mist. She paused, the spear dropping from her hands in utter amazement.
"LUSHAAK..." she breathed.
10/29/2024
Character Profile: Blacksmith
**Name:** Segun Ina Alagbede
**Alias:** The Blacksmith, Iron Lion, Mechorganic Man, Last Harbinger and the Crimson Knight
**Age:** 47 (Born 2030 and current timeline is 2077)
**Height : 5’10
**Weight : 190 lbs but varies when using powers
**Ethnicity : African
**Alignment : SuperChampion
**Occupation:** Eko Champion, Defender of Eko Republic.
**Affiliation : FACT (Finance And Counter Terrorism) , ANVIL (African Nation Victory International League)
**Appearance
As Segun Ina Alagbede the former Eko Marine Corp Soldier, he has a physique chiseled to its full potential and as a FACT Agent is adorned in a Trench coat, Cargo Pants with utility boots plus a gun holster conveying a Desert Eagle pistol 4.5 caliber.
When transformed into the Blacksmith his bio suit manifests on him and this increases his mass. On the right side of his chest lies the “Cosmic Clock”, a STIP (Space Time interstellar Portal) device installed by Lushaak the Cosmic Traveler with the aid of Ile Afokoyeri (Mother Earth Personified)
Origin Story:
Segun began his childhood as a Masquerade apprentice at the Agemo Temple and his extensive training awakened his sub conscious. A Masquerade is an African Warrior trained in the art of mysticism, cloak and dagger, mano a mano and fencing with the IDA- the sword of death, the vengeful spirit of a potent warrior. He was ordered by his Father to choose a skilful craft that will enable him to master and utilize the four elements of balance in the universe, on his 16th birthday, and thus is the beginning of his chronicles as the BLACKSMITH.
His journey begins with him tied to the tree of life within ‘Igbo Iran’- the mysterious forest of miracles where he is connected to the tree through its roots plugged into various parts of his corpus like hypo allergic needles administering “Cosmic Sap” into his corpus.
The tree of life (IGI-AGBA) is an uncanny Iroko tree charged with the responsibility by ILE AFOKOYERI- Mother Earth personified to heal, strengthen and nurture till she returns to free her bridegroom of Iron- The Blacksmith: Last Harbinger of mankind.
He got enlisted in to the EKO MARINE Special Forces training in EKO DEFENCE ACADEMY, Akodo towards the end of his twenty first years. He specialized in Demolitions and Explosive hardware.
He became a Demolition Expert and was posted to the Ordinance Section of EKO MI8 (MILITARY INTELLIGENCE) as 2nd lieutenant after graduation from the Officers Economic School (OES). His deployment to The FaCT (Finance and Counter Terrorism) unit, a special task force established to tackle international money laundering, funding of terrorism and other national security related crimes within the provisions of the Security Threat Law started his tour of duty.
He had been tied to the Tree after a near death experience. Following the death of his mother and father by the hands of his best mate and colleague turned Nemesis, he was set up and a failed attempt to assassinate him by OPHIDIUS SERPENTES, his colleague in the EKO MARINE CORP brought him to this mysterious abode where he was empowered.
His Liberation by ILE-AFOKOYERI and LUSHAAK; the Captain of the PHANTOM PLANE began his journey as Eko Champion.
Lushaak appeared and entered the Blacksmith’s corpus where he activated his THOUGHT ADJUSTER: An adjuster is man’s infallible cosmic compass always pointing the soul towards the RES ORBIS (Creator of All). An absolute essence of an infinite being imprisoned with the mind of a finite creature which depending on the choosing of such a mortal, can eventually consummate this temporary union of ORBIS and Man and veritably actualise a new order of being for unending universal service.
Lushaak activated the Thought adjuster to fuse with the COSMIC CLOCK , the Time Machine embedded in a Crystal rock domiciled in Segun’s body. The Cosmic Clock is flowing with a viscous liquid substance known as COSMOGENAS. This substance altered his DNA and mutated him.
The Blacksmith is awakened from a Tempus Sominus (Time Sleep) and he is activated by his Adjuster. The newly evolved Blacksmith is now a MECH-ORGANIC MAN: a metallic / organic being with uncanny abilities which will be discovered in the course of events. He took off to Eko Republic with his MECH-ORGANIC VEHICLE (OKO AGBA).
**Blacksmith Universe
It is the year 2077, “Old Lagos” now called “Eko” is a Sovereign Republic floating in the sky.
A new Era had been ushered in after the severance of Old Lagos, a former
Province of the “Giant of Africa” from her Progenitor- NIGERIA. This occurred courtesy of the” Mystic Terrorism” Saga which held the whole World to ransom.
Back in the year 2050, Eko gained Independence from NAIJA REPUBLIC- The Capitol state for the new “Government of Africa”.
In the year, 2051 Eko is reborn as an Independent Republic, a woman of Substance with a plethora of children all dependent on her for their creature comfort. Eko o Ni baje o! Is the slogan dedicated to her and this is uttered by all her citizens, either law abiding or conflagrant.
The year 2057, the new Eko Republic led by the ASIWAJU/GOVERNOR GENERAL initiated and launched an Anti-gravitational Land Mass Sustenance Program tagged “PROJECT JERICHO”.
After the severance of the island from her former husband, NAIJA REPUBLIC due to the mystic terror that scourged the earth, she began to break off and was submerging.
MAXLAB TECH, a Scottish based technology consult company specialised in advance research covering various spheres of scientific discoveries, was summoned to the rescue.
Max McGregor, an illustrious Weapons Developer is the young and successful CEO of this company with a ground breaking record for breaking boundaries that defies even the power of nature herself.
This tech company was awarded the contract by the Asiwaju/Governor General led Government to salvage the sinking island from submergence into the depths of Davy Jones just like the myth of Atlantis. Project Jericho took off after all necessary conditions were met by both parties.
A plan was drawn for the reconstruction of five modern mega-cities from what was left of the old five divisions of the island-Ikorodu, Badagry, Ikeja, Lagos Island and Epe (IBILE).
A third party in collaboration with a foreign construction company was invited to join this development. OKE CORP an indigenous company owned by- Chief Emeka Okereke, a renowned Afro-politico and one of the most powerful Businessmen in Eko Republic along with JULIUS BERGER, a German based construction giant won the contract to rebuild the cities.
OKE CORP and JULIUS BERGER was awarded the construction contract to build infrastructure, edifices, bridges and roads and was agglutinated with MAXLAB for synergy which will enable a swift and successful transition of the project.
A new Metro Rail System Network was constructed by the duo of MAXLAB and OKE CORP with JB; this new rail network connected the Five Megacities. Ikeja is the central Megacity being the Capitol while Ikorodu, Lagos Island, Badagry and Epe were positioned at the four cardinal points of the new construct. All megacities connected via the rail network.
This new construct is the semblance of a potent cross.
This new society is covertly being run by the SYNDIK8, a mysterious top level crime cartel with influential members of the society and the Blacksmith blends into the society as a newly posted FaCT agent named SENSAY SMITH to unravel their activities.
**Powers and Abilities
***The Cosmic Clock gives him access to unlimited powers depending on the challenges being confronted. It’s also a STIP (Space Time Interstellar Portal) device and can travel through time and Space. It also gives the Blacksmith ability to fashion any weapon he desires with his hands.
*** Invulnerability is also guaranteed with presence of the Cosmic Clock in the Blacksmith.
*** Durability: His Bio suit can withstand almost any condition and suitable for Spare travels.
*** Energy Manipulation : He can absorb energy and convert to other forms.
*** Mass Manipulation: The Blacksmith can increase his Mass and size when confronting Giants and Monsters. He can also shrink to microbe size to confront micro-organic adversaries.
***Time Travel: The Cosmic Clock is a STIP device that can generate tachyon particles making time travel possible for the Blacksmith.
*** Flight
*** Super Strength
*** Super Reflexes
*** Combat Expert: The Blacksmith is versatile in all forms of combat. He is a skilled Combatant courtesy of his training from his early years at the Agemo Temple as a Masquerade and also his training at the Eko Marine Corp. He is also a skilled Martial Artiste and Swordsman.
*** Marksman: He is a Sharpshooter and this can be credited to his training at Eko Marine Corp and FACT.
** Personality: The Blacksmith is an advocate of discipline and Justice. He has a moral code of not taking lives but instead capture his adversaries and when faced with near death challenges from Powerful Cosmic antagonists, he uses his last resort solution and that is imprisonment in the Cosmic Clock. He is also an empath.
** Quotes: “I am the Blacksmith who fans the coals to flame and forges any weapon fit for my work. I am the nightmare of the Sons of perdition disguised as do gooders but are pretenders to the Throne of my ancestors “
“I am the Last Harbinger of Mankind”
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