Johnny exclaimed with a triumphant smile on his face, "You didn't lose to me, but to science! Thank you, kinetic energy!" His words reflected admiration for the power of science and the ingenuity that had led him to victory. However, to set his ingenious plan in motion, Johnny had to make a painful sacrifice - his own arm.
"His reaction time was good, but not enough to avoid half the speed of a sniper shot!" Johnny reflected as he watched the chaos unfolding around him.
The scene was splattered with debris, and the bandit chief lay on the ground, his head obliterated by the bloodied stone.
"Most of the abominations in my former world wouldn't have died so easily. However, it seems this bandit is just the bottom of the food chain in this world," Johnny pondered, aware that the threats in this world were diverse and deadly.
Johnny opened his eyes, staring intensely at the last bandit, whose body was horrifically soaked in blood and brain fragments from his former boss. The scene before him was chaotic, with dust swirling in the air, mixed with droplets of blood, creating an infernal atmosphere.
Determined to confront the final threat, Johnny raised his mangled hand, from which blood flowed copiously, exposing bones and tendons. Despite the extreme condition of his hand, he began to form several runes in the air. His resolve remained unshaken, even in the face of adversity, preparing for the imminent confrontation.
Luiz felt a shiver run down his spine as he faced those eyes that seemed to belong more to a bloodthirsty demon than to a simple child. The intensity of Johnny's gaze left him utterly terrified, and he realized he was facing a terrifying force that should not be underestimated. For the child had committed a deadly act with undisturbed coldness, surpassing even his former leader in cruelty.
Luiz, in the face of the terror he had witnessed, couldn't help but beg desperately: "Mercy! Please! Mercy! I'll do anything you want! I can heal your arm!" His words were a desperate plea for his own survival.
Johnny, suspicious of the last bandit's claim, narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on him. "Heal? Prove to me that you have such an ability," he challenged, a touch of skepticism in his voice. After facing the terror and violence of the recent moments, he wasn't willing to accept any promises without concrete evidence.
The child turned his head towards his arm, now bleeding and disfigured due to the shockwaves he used to store the moving object, preserving kinetic energy. Then, he wondered how much life he had left, as he needed to control the bleeding. As a doctor, he understood the urgency of the situation because his greatest enemy now was not an external adversary but his own health condition.
A stone throne appeared before the child. With an imposing and confident posture, he rose and took his place on the throne, sitting with dignity and authority. The coldness of the stone contrasted with the determination in the boy's eyes, who now occupied his throne while the man knelt before him, begging for his life.
"It's even more gratifying than I remembered!" Johnny whispered, and his voice echoed with a hint of malice. "Deciding on someone's life and death, that feeling is indescribable!" The boy was immersed in the wave of power and authority that engulfed him, and his eyes gleamed with a sinister expression.
Luiz swallowed hard, his heart racing as he stared at the child, not knowing what awaits him. His eyes were filled with fear, and sweat dripped from his forehead because his fate remained uncertain. Every second felt like an eternity in anticipation of the boy's decision.
"I demand immediate answers, or you will see your world crumble in agony, while the malevolence I carry becomes your final symphony of suffering!" Johnny declared with malice, his voice dripping with threat and disdain.
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In the empty and unknown space, Anubis, a man wearing a gray overcoat, kneels reverently before a majestic silver throne. Upon the throne, a silhouetted, plasma-like creature shines, surrounded by glittering rays, creating a luminous spectacle that seems to defy reality itself.
"Oh, master, I beg for forgiveness!" Anubis's words echo through the vast, empty hall. His human eyes, filled with regret, seek some form of mercy from the radiant entity before him. "I was unaware of what was to come, but unfortunately, I have already sent the test subject into the world. I swear I had no knowledge of this tragic fate. I deeply regret wasting our precious resources on a doomed world," he confesses, his voice echoing with a tone of sincere anguish.
The plasma creature, a faceless entity with no discernible eyes, emits an aura of intense disdain. Although its form is abstract, it is evident that its judgment of Anubis is clear and disapproving.
"Leave," commands the plasma creature. As its voice resonates, powerful gusts of wind are generated, transforming into winds that hurl Anubis away from his previous position. The throne room is filled with the sound of a furious tempest of its own making.
Anubis lands on the ground with controlled grace, but as he rises, his form undergoes an unexpected metamorphosis. The human countenance he once bore gives way to a canine head, revealing the face of an ancient Egyptian god.
"Again?" Anubis laments, his voice filled with resentment. "I have returned to this vile, grotesque, and humble form. What indignity! Cursed premature apocalypse!" His words reveal his deep aversion to assuming the appearance of a mythological animal, a humiliation imposed upon him by circumstances beyond his understanding.