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As Nelson continued his intense training, the air around him grew thick with tension. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on the horizon—Johnny. Carrying a small knife, Johnny smirked, sizing up his opponent.
"This is too small," he muttered, tossing the knife aside. He drew a giant sword from his back, the massive blade gleaming in the sunlight. "Now, this is big enough."
Johnny lunged at Nelson, swinging the sword with incredible speed. Nelson, with his trademark agility, dodged the attack effortlessly. But Johnny wasn't done. With a swift, fluid motion, he brought the sword down toward Nelson's head. The blade moved faster than the eye could follow.
In an instant, Nelson's vision blurred, and he found himself in an unfamiliar place—dark, empty, and silent.
"What the fck?" Nelson muttered, eyes wide. "Where am I? Is this... the afterlife?" His voice echoed eerily, but there was no response.
He turned around, only to see a figure glowing in gold, sitting casually while sipping a cup of coffee.
"Calm down," the golden figure said, its voice soothing. "Your question may be answered. Yes, this is the afterlife."
Nelson gritted his teeth and glared at the figure. "I don't care who you are! I need to get out of here!"
The figure, unfazed, simply sipped his coffee. "If you want to leave, you'll need to pass the three tests," he said nonchalantly.
Nelson clenched his fists and began walking away, but no matter which direction he went, he ended up back in the same spot. Frustrated, he stopped in his tracks, his anger rising.
"The only way out is by passing the tests," the figure, now introducing himself, said. "I'm Chris. You can call me the Assistant GOD."
"Fine," Nelson muttered, "Let's get this over with."
Chris snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, they were standing before three doors. Each door had its own unique sounds coming from behind it.
"Choose wisely," Chris said, taking another sip of his coffee. Then, as if by magic, he disappeared.
Nelson approached the first door, hearing loud, chaotic noises coming from within. He recoiled, unsure of what lay behind. Moving on, he came to the second door, which was slightly quieter but still unsettling. Deciding it wasn't worth the risk, he walked to the third door.
Behind the final door, a fierce tornado raged, its winds howling. Nelson didn't hesitate; he jumped over the swirling vortex, narrowly avoiding its deadly grip. The tornado, relentless, continued to chase him as he sprinted ahead.
Ahead, a faint light beckoned—a door. With no time to spare, Nelson dashed toward it and burst through, leaving the tornado behind.
Chris suddenly reappeared, his expression unreadable. "You passed it. Now, welcome to the trap basement."
As Chris took another leisurely sip of his coffee, Nelson's gaze hardened. He couldn't afford to be distracted. He was ready.
The trap basement was dark and filled with tension. The floor was covered with pressure plates and traps waiting to spring. As Nelson took a step, the floor beneath him flashed red, and a desk shot up from the ground. He tripped over it but quickly regained his balance.
He moved forward, but then, a loud snap sounded from below. A mouse trap sprung open as he stepped on it. "Goddamn shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Nelson cursed as he hopped on one leg, trying to shake off the pain.
But he didn't have time to stop. Another trap triggered—this time, a large nail shot up from the ground and pierced his foot. Without wasting a second, Nelson dropped to a handstand, walking on his hands to avoid the traps.
Finally, he reached the end of the basement, only to stumble and fall. He swiftly removed the nail and the mouse trap from his body, gritting his teeth against the pain. Chris appeared again, watching him with mild approval.
"Good, young one," Chris said with a small nod. "You've done well. But... you have no patience."
Nelson, still breathing heavily, didn't respond. He was done playing games.
"So," Chris continued, "because of that, your final challenge is to touch me."
Chris raised an eyebrow and tossed his empty coffee mug aside.
Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Touch you? Is that it? Fine. Let's do this."
Meanwhile, miles away, Johnny had begun walking toward Hakishi and Lee. He glared at the two, his body beginning to swell and grow in size, until he was towering over them, now a giant.
Hakishi, unfazed, turned to Lee. "Leave this to me."
With a smirk, Hakishi extended his arm, and a ghostly, ethereal hand materialized beside him, a spirit-like appendage that stretched out toward Johnny.
The massive hand punched Johnny with an immense force, sending shockwaves through the ground. The impact caused an earthquake that rippled across the Earth, shaking the very core of the land. The shockwave was so powerful that even distant onlookers felt the tremors.
Johnny stumbled back, his giant form crashing to the ground with a tremendous thud. He lay there, unconscious.
Hakishi looked down at the fallen giant with an air of quiet confidence. "I told you," he said to Lee, "I have everything under control."
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