Knight strode forward with confidence, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Alright, now we're entering Act 2 of this adventure. I'm off to the Second Hall of the kingdom," he said to himself, like a hero in an epic tale, though his intentions were closer to those of a troublemaker.
The kingdom's Second Hall opened before him, grand and elegant, adorned with massive pillars supporting a ceiling that seemed to touch the sky. Inside the hall, Knight spotted the guards. Not ordinary guards, of course—they were giants with hulking bodies that looked like they could crush someone with a single slap. But that wasn't what caught Knight's attention. His eyes were drawn to a large bookshelf in the corner of the hall.
"Oh, oh, oh... Something fun to do here," Knight thought, grinning mischievously. He couldn't resist. Quickly, he manipulated the bookshelf, creating a ridiculous scenario where one of the guards would be drawn to open a book and summon the legendary creature, Wendigo.
"This is going to be hilarious," he muttered, crossing his arms and waiting to see what would happen.
It didn't take long for his scenario to unfold. The guards, initially focused on their duty of guarding the hall, began to notice the bookshelf. One of the guards, who seemed more curious than the others, approached the shelf and reached out to open a thick, dusty book.
And... BAM!
From the book, a tall, hunched, and terrifying figure emerged. The Wendigo, a legendary monster with a thin body, pale skin, and a face as horrifying as the legends told. The guards' eyes widened in fear. Their hands trembled, some of them even stumbled backward, but a few braver guards immediately drew their weapons, ready to face the creature.
However, the Wendigo was not a creature to be taken lightly. With a swift movement, it lunged forward. Its sharp teeth tore through the guards. Some lost arms, some had their organs ripped out, and some died instantly with shattered bodies. In a matter of seconds, the grand hall turned into a bloody battlefield.
Knight watched it all with a wide grin. "Yep, just as I expected. Good job, Wendigo. Keep up the good work."
After a while, when the number of victims grew and the Wendigo seemed satisfied with the destruction it had caused, Knight decided it was time to stop the game. He raised his hand and said, "Wendigo, that's enough. You'll continue to live in this fiction, because I created you. As long as this fiction exists, you will continue to live."
With a dramatic gesture, the Wendigo turned to face Knight, its dark eyes seeming ready to devour anything in its path. However, the Wendigo knew who its master was. In an instant, its large and terrifying body shrank to the size of a card. Knight snapped his fingers, and the Wendigo transformed into a perfect card, with the image of the monster engraved on its surface. Knight put the card in his pocket and whistled softly. "Another card for my collection," he said casually.
Without a hint of guilt, he stepped over the bodies of the guards, heading towards another part of the hall. However, his steps were halted when a fully armored woman suddenly appeared in front of him. Her armor gleamed in the hall's light, and the large sword she carried looked heavy, but in her hands, the weapon seemed like a toy. The woman's eyes blazed with anger.
"Who are you?" she asked in a commanding tone. "You dare enter the Second Hall, a place reserved only for the kingdom's elite guards. You have broken the rules, and for that, the punishment is death!"
Knight paused for a moment. He looked at the woman, then scratched his head with a confused expression. "Seriously? I'm the one who created this story, and now I'm going to be executed?"
Without wasting any time, Knight pulled the game console out of his pocket. With a quick movement, he pressed a few buttons and suddenly the atmosphere of the hall changed. The entire room instantly transformed into a pixelated world, like in an 8-bit video game. The ground, walls, and even the still-living guards turned into square pixels. The armored woman, whom Knight knew as Seraphine Valorheart, looked confused.
"What is this?" Seraphine asked angrily and confused, looking around. The majestic background of the hall had turned into a blocky world that looked like a children's game.
Knight, who was now on a pixel platform, jumped up and down on it while humming. "Welcome to my world, Seraphine!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Here, I'm the one in control of everything."
Seraphine tried to catch her breath, remaining calm despite the drastic change in her surroundings. "This is no way to fight! You're mocking a warrior's honor!" she shouted.
Knight just laughed. "Who said we have to fight the 'right' way? This is fiction, darling. And I make the rules!" He then jumped higher, this time with the help of... a fart. Yes, a fart. Every time he jumped, there was a clear prrrt sound, and it made Seraphine even more confused.
"This is ridiculous," Seraphine muttered, unable to believe what she was seeing. However, she wouldn't give up so easily. Taking a deep breath, she started to move. Seraphine's speed exceeded light. With her sword drawn, she attacked Knight with lightning-fast movements.
But Knight was ready. Nimbly, he dodged every attack, jumping from one platform to another with even weirder movements. He even started dancing in the air while laughing. "You'll have to be faster than that to catch me, Seraphine!"
Seraphine, who was usually calm, began to get frustrated. "Stop playing around and fight properly!" she shouted.
Knight just shook his head. "Why so serious? After all, this is just a story. And I'm the one who wrote it. So if I want to fight while sitting on a platform and farting for propulsion, who can stop me?"
Seraphine stopped for a moment, silent. "You wrote... this story?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Knight just smiled mischievously, his eyes shining with mystery.
"That's right, Seraphine. I'm the creator of everything here. So, do you really think you can defeat me?"