The monster steps fully out of the fading dust cloud just as rin charges toward it.
Its gaze is fixed on the car until it senses him.
The mont their eyes lock, it turns. Slowly. Calmly. As if rin isn’t a threat, just an annoyance approaching.
rin's shock deepens with every step.
The armour—it isn't scratched. Not even scorched. That missile had only made it take one step back.
Still, rin doesn’t stop. He throws a flurry of strikes the mont he’s close, each laced with desperation and speed.
But the monster dodges all of them with minimal motion—tilting, leaning, shifting just enough.
Then it counters.
One kick.
A single, brutal kick slams into rin’s stomach.
Agony explodes through him. Blood spurts from his mouth. His body lifts off the ground and hurls backwards like a broken puppet.
He crashes down hard and rolls across the dirt, gasping, choking on pain.
His hand digs into the ground, trying to steady himself. He looks up through the haze in his eyes.
The monster stands in the sa place, calmly watching him, unmoved, unhurried.
rin tries to stand.
He wants to run.
Every instinct screams to flee—but he can’t. He can feel it. The monster’s presence holds him, suffocates him. If he turns his back, he’ll die.
But fighting it… ans the sa.
He forces himself upright, swaying, blood dripping from his chin. He glances to the side and sees Black.
Black has just finished off his opponent.
Their eyes et.
Black nods.
Then he draws his bow, lightning crackling along the limbs, and fires.
One arrow, then another, then another—streaks of lightning aid straight at the armoured monster.
The monster calmly glances at Black and raises its palm.
A glowing runic circle forms in front of it, ancient symbols pulsing with violet light.
The first arrow hits and disintegrates.
The next two follow, both dissolving into harmless sparks against the glowing circle.
rin, still doubled over and bleeding, grits his teeth and forces himself to sit. He focuses inward, cycling his true energy, trying to heal even a fraction of the damage.
anwhile, the runic circle on the monster’s palm hums louder.
A sphere of concentrated purple energy gathers at its centre.
Then it fires.
The blast streaks through the air like a cot.
Black dives aside, shouting a warning.
Jane, who’s still battling her grey bone opponent, hears it just in ti—she leaps out of the way.
Her opponent isn’t so lucky.
The blast hits it square in the chest.
In an instant, the grey bone monster is reduced to ash and flying debris.
Jane stares, jaw clenched, and mutters under her breath—but everyone hears her anyway.
“It’s a King Kong Realm monster... we’re all dead.”
Ben and the spear-wielding bodyguard finish off their own enemies seconds later, but their victory feels hollow.
They look at the armoured monster, and dread crawls over them like frost.
No one moves.
No one breathes.
The bodyguard finally says, voice tight, “Should we escape?”
Ben snaps, “You want to die faster?”
Black growls, “We’re going to die anyway.”
rin forces himself to his feet, swaying.
He spits out blood and says, “The difference is now—or when it gets bored and kills us.”
Jane’s voice is quiet. “Then maybe we take our chances with ‘later’... maybe help cos.”
Samuel suddenly shouts from behind the car, “One of our cars has an anti-tank gun! If the others make it here, they might bring it!”
Everyone freezes.
rin turns to him, a flicker of hope in his bloodstained face.
He nods slowly.
“Then we pray,” he says. “Pray they co in ti.”
Because in this fight, none of them—not one—can even scratch that monster.
The air around the armoured monster pulses.
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Its bones flare with violet light, and five glowing energy fists materialise above its shoulders.
Then, without a word or roar, they rocket forward—one for each unification realm martial artist.
rin’s eyes narrow. He braces.
He forms an energy palm to et the incoming strike, but the fist punches clean through it.
The impact lands squarely on his chest.
He’s launched backwards, tumbling across the cracked ground—but this ti, he doesn’t feel any bones break.
Pain, yes—but no serious injury.
He rolls to a stop, coughing, and pushes himself up.
Around him, the others are also getting up—shaken but not crippled.
He ets Ben’s eyes. Then Jane’s. Then Black’s.
They nod.
No words are spoken, but all three understand.
They charge together, leaving the confused bodyguard a beat behind, but then even he joins.
anwhile, rin stands still, focusing inward.
He runs the Blue Light Breathing Technique.
Fire energy floods his core.
Then, he switches.
White Light Breathing Technique.
The mont the Ice true energy starts circulating, it clashes violently with the fire.
Agony explodes in his ridians.
Like his veins are splitting open.
His muscles spasm, but he doesn’t stop.
He endures it.
He needs the power.
He needs the mont.
Ahead, the four unification realm fighters clash with the monster, striking in sync—Ben’s fla gauntlets, Black’s lightning blades, Jane’s crashing palms—but the monster dances between them with minimal effort, sidestepping and weaving like a creature playing with children.
Then it moves.
One kick—Jane flies sideways, gasping.
One open-palm strike—the bodyguard’s chest caves slightly and he’s hurled back like a ragdoll, bones snapping on impact.
rin’s eyes burn with pain—but also resolve.
He can’t wait anymore.
This is the only chance they’ll get.
He charges, ice and fire crashing inside him as his ridians feel like they’re ripping apart.
He roars—and strikes.
The armoured monster kicks toward Black.
But Black, gritting his teeth, lets the kick crash into his gut.
He grunts, blood spraying from his lips—but he grabs the monster’s leg with both arms, locking it in place.
“Now!” he shouts, voice shaking.
rin doesn’t hesitate.
The pain in his ridians sharpens as he channels the Icefla.
He slams his palm forward, directly at the back of the monster’s neck, the only spot without armour.
The palm lands.
A pulse of raw, clashing energy erupts.
rin stumbles back just in ti as the explosion detonates, sending a wave of force and dust into the air.
He, Ben, and Black retreat, bracing themselves, waiting—hoping.
But then—
A deep roar bursts from within the smoke.
A surge of violet light follows.
A shockwave ripples out, hurling rin backwards.
He crashes into the ground, skidding and tumbling, bones aching.
He gasps—his arms are broken.
Every motion sends fire down his nerves, but he grits his teeth and lifts his head.
The dust clears.
The monster still stands.
Still whole.
Maybe hurt—he can’t tell—but not down.
Worse, it raises both hands.
Bones twist and form into jagged arrows.
They launch in a flash.
Jane reacts in ti—an ice shield rises and deflects the barrage.
But the bodyguard beside her isn't so lucky.
His green fla defence flickers—then dies.
The arrows pierce him clean through, chest and neck, turning him into a bloodied, twitching heap.
He drops without a sound.
Dead.
rin swallows the lump in his throat and focuses.
He channels his true energy through his shattered arms, forcing the healing to begin.
The monster turns again.
Ben swings, desperate—but the monster is faster.
Its foot slams into Ben’s chin—a crack.
Ben flies back.
Before he can recover, the monster steps onto his chest.
Its foot presses down.
Ben screams—but no sound escapes.
Only the crunch of bones breaking.
rin doesn’t move.
Neither do the others.
No one rushes to help Ben.
They all know—it’s useless.
They’ll be next.
rin stares at the ground, chest heaving.
This is how it ends.
Reborn into this world after twenty-one years, and he’s about to die again.
He won’t be able to support his parents in this life.
Won’t be able to give his little sister the future she deserves.
They’d spent everything on him—his education, his martial arts training—without asking for anything in return.
And now, when it was finally his turn to give back, he’s going to die here.
Crushed like an insect.
The thought strangles him.
He rembers the warmth of their voices, their tired smiles, the weight of love he never had in his last life.
And now, he’s going to leave them behind.
Again.
He doesn’t even feel the tears slide down his cheek.
Ben’s scream rises, raw and blood-curdling.
Then—silence.
rin lifts his eyes just in ti to see the monster's armoured foot slam into Ben’s chest.
Ribs cave. Blood spurts.
Then the monster lifts its leg, dragging its gore-covered foot free.
Ben doesn’t move.
He never will again.
But the monster still doesn’t turn to rin.
Or to Black. Or Jane.
It turns to them.
To the car.
To Samuel.
To the three lower realm bodyguards.
To Evelyn’s cousins.
Samuel sees it.
He raises the missile launcher with shaking hands—aims—and fires.
The missile roars, hits the monster dead-on.
The ground shakes with the explosion.
Flas rise. Smoke swallows everything.
Everyone holds their breath.
But when the dust clears—
The monster stands.
Unburned.
Unmoving.
Unstoppable.
It walks forward—calmly, without haste—toward Samuel, the remaining guards, and the two girls in the car.
rin stares, frozen.
His legs refuse to move, not from fear, but from certainty.
They're all going to die.
He hears a howl—sharp and wild, echoing through the dead air.
A wolf?
A beast?
Another monster?
rin doesn’t care anymore.
One more enemy won’t change the outco.
He’s going to die either way.
Still, he clenches his fists, pain radiating from his broken arms.
Even if he dies, he’ll take sothing from that monster.
A limb. A rib. Anything.
But then, sothing slams into the armoured monster.
A blur of black and muscle crashes into it, forcing the monster to stagger back half a step.
rin blinks.
A black-furred, wolf-like creature growls and claws at the bone armour.
Its purple eyes gleam with fury.
"A werewolf…?" rin murmurs.
Are the monsters fighting each other now?
It doesn’t matter.
If the werewolf distracts the bone monster, they might escape.
He nods at Jane and Black.
They begin stepping back—slowly, silently.
Then soone shouts, "rin!"
He snaps his head around.
Evelyn.
She and another woman rush toward them, carrying weapons and a large black bag.
Samuel and the others are running too, eting them halfway.
rin hesitates.
He could escape now.
Disappear while the monster’s attention is elsewhere.
But then Evelyn and the woman drop the bag, unzip it—
—and pull out sothing huge, tallic, and deadly.
His eyes widen.
The anti-tank gun.
Samuel was telling the truth.
rin exhales sharply, pain twisting through his ribs.
Maybe they have a chance.
rin runs toward them, pain burning through his body.
Jane and Black see the anti-tank gun and sprint beside him.
As they reach the group, Evelyn wastes no ti.
"One of you use the gun," she says. "Shoot the monster."
rin and Jane exchange a glance, then both turn to Black.
He’s the archer.
He’s the best shot they have.
Black nods once, already stepping forward.
The woman beside Evelyn says sharply, "You only get one chance. That thing won’t give us a second."
Jane asks, "What about the wolf monster?"
Evelyn’s eyes hardened. "He’ll dodge at my signal."
rin stares at her, confused. She knows the werewolf?
Black lowers to one knee, steadying the anti-tank gun.
He narrows his eyes at the werewolf still grappling with the armoured monster.
"It’s now or never," he mutters.
"I’m shooting."
A soft thump of the trigger.
A puff of smoke from the barrel.
And at that instant—
"Brother!" Evelyn shouts.
rin’s eyes widen. Brother?
The werewolf is her brother?
That ans… she knows.
She knows where they are.
She knows what these monsters are.
But there’s no ti to ask.
The werewolf hears her, leaps sideways, and the warhead whistles through the space he left behind.
Direct hit.
The armour cracks, then shatters.
The missile punches clean through the monster’s chest, splinters its spine, and blasts out its back.
The armoured giant stumbles.
Then collapses backwards—
—silent
—motionless
—dead.
For a mont, no one breathes.
Then soone cheers.
Then another.
A grin breaks across rin’s face.
For the first ti in hours—
They won.
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