On the massive screen being broadcast across the Three Realms, the tension was palpable.
Bernajoo extended her slender hand, her expression calm yet filled with unshakable determination.
A deep rumble filled the air.
The entire room shook violently, as though an earthquake had struck.
Dust cascaded from the ceiling in thick plumes, mixing with the smoke that was already beginning to rise. The viewers leaned forward in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the unfolding chaos.
Moments later, Ebert appeared at the scene. His piercing gaze swept across the ruined room — and froze.
A gaping hole yawned in the wall, the result of an explosion so powerful it had torn through reinforced material.
It was clear: they had escaped.
Ebert's face darkened instantly, his voice low and filled with menace.
"It was Belle-Najiu who did this!"
Across the Three Realms, countless viewers erupted into cheers.
"Haha! Belle-Najiu, you're amazing!"
"Finally! Ebert got caught off guard for once!"
"Look at him — he's furious! This is so satisfying!"
"Hah, the angrier he gets, the better I feel! I hope we annoy him to death!"
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The scene shifted.
President Nanba sat calmly in his high-backed chair, his eyes narrowing as Ebert entered.
"I've heard the reports," Nanba began, his voice sharp as a knife. "You… you're the alien life form responsible for the destruction of Mars, aren't you?"
Ebert met his gaze without the slightest hint of fear.
"My goal," he said evenly, "is to take back what is mine — my own power."
Nanba's eyes glimmered dangerously. "The power to control the Magic Box?"
Ebert gave a small nod. "Yes. Originally, after seizing the Creation Rider System, I could have reached my complete form. But thanks to the interference of that accursed Battle Rabbit, I failed."
His tone hardened, bitterness lacing each word.
"Now, the only way forward is to gather power with a danger level exceeding six — and consolidate it here. But…" He allowed himself a humorless chuckle. "That's easier said than done."
Nanba tilted his head. "So, what's your plan?"
"I'll have to do it slowly," Ebert replied. Then, unexpectedly, his voice softened — almost wistful. "Over the past ten years, I've grown… fond of Earth. Humans are truly fascinating creatures. I want to observe them more. Learn from them. And… I also want to cooperate with you."
Nanba's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Then get me Pandora's Box — quickly."
Ebert's reply was short and sharp. "Understood."
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The viewers of the Three Realms, however, were far from convinced.
"Hah! 'Cooperate'? Yeah right!"
"He's just going to use him!"
"Ebert's nothing but a manipulator!"
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It wasn't long before Ebert arranged a meeting with Wanzhang. He demanded the Magic Box in exchange for Zhantu's safety.
"If you don't bring it," his voice rang with restrained fury, "you won't see Zhantu again."
When the two finally faced each other, Ebert's expression was cold.
"Zhantu… this is all your fault. You've ruined my plans," he hissed. "And now, I'll destroy everything you care about." His lips curled into a vicious smile. "Perhaps I'll start… with your most precious partner."
The audience watching the live feed bristled in anger.
"This guy is pure evil!"
"Now he's targeting Zhantu's friends?!"
"This is bad — none of them can match Ebert's power."
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On the battlefield, Wanzhang and Gris arrived at the designated meeting place.
Ebert was already waiting.
But something was different. His appearance was uncanny — the same face as Zhantu, but with flowing white hair.
In the extraordinary chat group, reactions came quickly.
Funina: "Okay… I hate to admit it, but white-haired Zhantu looks good."
March Seven: "Right?! He's actually kind of handsome!"
Yae Shenzi: "Calm down. That's not Zhantu — it's Ebert!"
March Seven: "Still… the face is the same. You can't blame me!"
Wanzhang pulled the Magic Box from his belt and held it out.
"Release Zhantu," he demanded.
Ebert's reply was ice-cold. "I have no such intention."
Wanzhang's face darkened. "What did you just say?"
"Zhantu angered me," Ebert said, curling his lip. "So, I'm going to kill all of you right in front of him."
Gris stepped forward, voice like steel. "Over my dead body. I'll take back the Battle Rabbit myself!"
Ebert didn't even flinch. "You? No need for me to lift a finger. Take them," he ordered the two War Kings at his side.
They surged forward, clashing with Gris.
Ebert leaned back and stifled a yawn.
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The fight quickly turned against Gris. He was barely holding on when both War Kings launched a combined strike, leaving him no time to evade.
In that split second, a figure dropped between them — blocking the attack with sheer force.
Gris's eyes widened. "Bully!"
Huande gave a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry I'm late… Potato Boy."
While the War Kings were momentarily distracted, Wanzhang seized the chance to snatch the energy bottle Ebert had extracted earlier. With it, he could transform again.
The three allies wasted no time. Together, they leapt into the air, their kicks aimed squarely at Ebert.
But just before impact, Ebert's hand twitched — pulling the trigger on his weapon.
A wave of force exploded outward, slamming them all into the ground.
---
Ebert's faint smile deepened.
"Haha… my true power… awakens!"
The air began to hum with energy.
A black tornado erupted around him, spiraling into the clouds, blotting out the sun. The very sky and earth seemed to change color.
The wind howled in all directions, debris whipping through the air like shrapnel.
Bato, too, was caught in the storm, thrown to the ground as his transformation broke.
Wanzhang, Gris, and Huande all felt their own transformations unravel, the power forcibly stripped away.
Gris stared at the monstrous vortex. "What is that?!"
Huande's eyes narrowed. "That… is the Complete Form."
---
The camera zoomed out to reveal Ebert hovering high above the magic tower. The black tornado beneath him churned like a living thing, its pull like a cosmic vacuum.
It was as though a black hole had manifested on Earth, ready to devour all in its path.
"Black Hole!" voices cried from the feed.
---
Ebert's transformation was now complete. His armor gleamed a stark, pure white — a sharp contrast to the writhing darkness swirling around him.
In the Three Realms, the chat erupted.
"It really looks like a black hole! That's terrifying!"
"Yeah! Even the sky has changed color!"
"It feels like he could swallow the entire world!"
---
Wanzhang sprinted toward the collapsed figure of Battle Rabbit.
"Battle Rabbit! Battle Rabbit!"
The man stirred, blinking in confusion. "Who… who am I?" He sat up slowly, muttering, "Katsuragi…? My name is Katsuragi Takumi."
Ebert landed beside them, his voice disturbingly calm. "So, you've recovered your original memories as Katsuragi Takumi."
Battle Rabbit looked up sharply. "Blood Dive…? No — you're Ebert!"
Ebert smiled faintly. "Thanks to you, I have reached my complete form."
Wanzhang's jaw tightened. "So this… this is your true form."
Without hesitation, Wanzhang and his allies reactivated their transformation devices.
---
Pain immediately lanced through their bodies.
"Ahhh!"
"Urghhh!"
Still, they endured it, gritting their teeth.
Their forms flickered back into place, and the three of them charged headlong toward the waiting Ebert — knowing full well the odds, yet unwilling to back down.
And so, the battle for the fate of the Three Realms entered its most dangerous stage yet…
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