The invasion hasn’t started—but the story has. For the first time ever, Machiavellic is unleashing its lore in the form of a brutal, beautiful, and limited-edition comic. This is not just a story you read—it’s a universe you live in.You are not a spectator. You are the chaos.

“… but not everyone that was awake was alive, and you can’t silence what was never alive”

The United World Government (UWG) rules a dying Earth, its people enslaved by MACH, the exquisite elixir distilled from suffering. MACH fuels everything—crafting, trading, upgrading, and even consumption. But Earth has run out of enemies, and with them, the source of MACH. Society teeters on the edge of collapse, consumed by greed and paranoia.

The UWG’s answer lies in Ozzar, a distant planet beyond asteroid belts and black holes. A secret expedition was sent years ago, but no word was ever heard—except by Mainnet, the omnipresent AI that governs Earth’s technology. Mainnet saw what happened on Ozzar but remained silent, infected by an ancient entity known as The Great Beyond, a force that foresaw humanity’s arrival and planted its seeds of corruption.

Now, the UWG prepares Machiavellic, a colossal invasion vessel designed by Ozzar Tech. Its mission: a “just and righteous” invasion of Ozzar to harvest its resources and reignite the flow of MACH. But Machiavellic remains in Earth’s orbit, its halls a labyrinth of cryogenic cabins, weapons, and treachery.

Once, humanity stood as a single, united force—an empire of unimaginable wealth and power, stretching its dominion across the stars. Alien worlds were razed, their resources plundered, their civilizations left in ruins. But ultimate victory bred only rot. With no enemies left to conquer, the ancient hunger turned inward.

From the ashes of Earth’s unity rose the Factions—a rabid collection of techno-oligarchs, mad prophets, cybernetic zealots, eco-terrorists, and corporate monsters. Each faction hated the others more than any alien foe. Petty disagreements sparked wars that scorched continents. Ideologies became weapons. Science became genocide. The United World Government became a joke—a bloated corpse unable to stop humanity’s collapse into endless civil war.

Yet fate, or something darker, offered a new path.

For the first time in generations, the Factions agreed on something: they would build a single vessel—the colossal Machiavellic—pooling their dwindling resources, forging a monstrous alliance stitched together by greed and mutual hatred. Cooperation is a facade; every faction still schemes to seize the prize for themselves. The mission to Ozzar is not a journey of unity—it is a ticking bomb.

Each faction dreams of standing alone atop the ruins of the others. Each officer, each Overlord, plays their part in this brutal theatre. For while all march toward Ozzar, not all will survive to reach it.And fewer still will survive the horrors waiting beyond.