On the wide screen that filled the entire chat group's view, the battle had already reached its climax.
Oren stood tall, shoulders squared, his expression carrying a strange mix of confidence and disbelief. His voice rang out clearly, carrying weight far beyond the moment itself.
"—That's my name!"
The declaration echoed, like the opening line of a legend.
Then, without hesitation, Oren charged forward.
With explosive speed, he closed the distance between himself and Taro. Before the enemy could even react, Oren's fist connected.
Bang!
Taro was sent sprawling, his body slamming into the pavement with a sickening crack.
But Oren wasn't finished.
Before Taro could recover, Oren pressed the advantage, launching another strike. His leg swept upward and—
Wham!
Taro's body lifted into the air from the force of the kick, soaring backward before crashing heavily into the ground. Dust and debris flew everywhere.
Gasps rippled across the viewing worlds. Even Oren himself seemed astonished at his sudden burst of strength. His body felt lighter, stronger, faster—like something inside him had been awakened.
He didn't stop to question it.
Oren leapt effortlessly, his body twisting mid-air as he landed on the overpass above with the agility of a seasoned warrior. His eyes sharpened, and his instincts screamed.
Taro staggered up, only to be met with yet another devastating kick.
Boom!
The impact launched him dozens of feet away, crashing through barricades, smashing into the ground with thunderous force. The earth itself seemed to tremble.
But the battle wasn't over.
Two more magical machines screeched as they charged forward, their metallic claws glinting menacingly in the dim light.
"Iz!" Oren shouted, bracing himself.
From below, Iz's calm yet urgent voice rang out:
"Mr. Oren!"
She hurled a small metallic box toward him.
"Blade upgrade!"
The box spun in the air before Oren's hands caught it. In an instant, it transformed, unfolding into a sharp, glowing blade.
Shing!
With one powerful swing, Oren slashed through both machines. The air cracked as the blade connected, sending sparks and metal fragments flying.
The machines shrieked as they were cleaved apart, tumbling helplessly to the ground, their bodies sparking violently.
Seriously damaged, they lay twitching, no longer a threat.
Oren didn't pause. He turned his attention back to Taro, who roared in fury and lunged.
But Oren was ready.
Their clash ended with Oren's decisive strike—his kick drove into Taro's chest with overwhelming force.
Kaboom!
Taro's body erupted in flames, the explosion lighting up the night sky. Fire roared upward, thick smoke billowing and consuming everything around it.
The entire battlefield was illuminated in crimson and orange.
And in the extraordinary chat group that spanned the three realms, countless eyes widened.
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Funinna: "Wow! Oren's first transformation is so handsome!"
March Seven: "Yes! And he's way stronger than I thought. Taro didn't even stand a chance!"
Star: "It was a complete defeat. Oren crushed him effortlessly—it's almost too easy!"
Their admiration poured out, echoing across the group. The scene unfolding before them had etched itself into history.
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But then the screen shifted.
Far from the battlefield, in the quiet streets of Dawn Town, two mysterious figures stood shrouded in shadows.
"Zero-One…" one of them murmured, his voice low and calculating. "So, the former president left behind a secret card before his death. A hidden successor."
The other's voice was calm, almost dismissive. "It doesn't matter. Humanity's extinction is inevitable."
Their eyes shifted to the horizon.
There, not far away, a massive machine stood. It pulsed with a blinding red glow, every throb radiating ominous energy. Its towering frame seemed alive, exuding a sense of dread.
Audiences across the three realms leaned forward. This machine was not just a background element—it was a foreshadowing, a key piece of the storm yet to come.
The sight sent shivers through them.
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Back on the battlefield, Iz approached Oren with urgency.
"President Oren, please allow me to escort you home."
"President?" Oren blinked, clearly puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
Iz clasped her hands together, her tone firm but respectful.
"From the moment you accepted the driver and used it, I have recognized your decision. You are now the president of our company—Hiden Intelligence."
She presented the driver again.
Oren scratched his head awkwardly, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Oh no… I completely forgot about that."
Before the conversation could continue, a small child tugged on the sleeve of the amusement park manager.
"Uncle, is the amusement park… closed now?"
The manager bent down, his expression warm and kind. "No. Thanks to a mysterious hero who protected us, this place will remain open. From today onward, our park will continue to bring joy and laughter to everyone."
"Really?" The child's eyes sparkled as he smiled brightly.
"Yes," the manager said firmly, nodding.
Then, almost playfully, he cast a meaningful glance at Oren.
The audiences across the three realms fell silent, many of them moved by the simplicity of the exchange. This wasn't just a battle. This was a hero's story.
If Oren hadn't been there, this amusement park—a place filled with laughter, dreams, and innocence—might have been lost forever.
And Oren felt it too.
Hearing those words stirred something deep inside his heart. For the first time, he truly understood: his actions mattered. His choices had meaning.
He climbed into the waiting car without protest.
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The scene shifted again.
The towering silhouette of the Hiden Intelligence Building filled the screen, its glass windows gleaming under the city lights.
Iz bowed slightly at the entrance, her voice calm and professional.
"Good morning, President. Allow me to formally reintroduce myself. I am Iz, secretary to the president."
"Hello…" Oren said hesitantly, his eyes sweeping across the massive building. "So, from today… am I really the president here?"
"Yes," Iz replied without hesitation.
But unbeknownst to them, two figures were crouched in the shadows of the nearby flowerbeds. Their eyes glimmered with malice as they whispered:
"That young boy… we'll soon drag him down from his throne."
Inside the building, Oren and Iz entered the president's office.
Moments later, the door opened, and a woman in sleek black formalwear stepped inside. Her expression was cold, her presence commanding.
"We are representatives directly under the Cabinet Office," she announced. "The Artificial Intelligence Countermeasures Special Agency—Ames."
She adjusted her glasses before continuing.
"I am Ren Wei'a, technical consultant. This is Fuwa Jian, our investigator."
Fuwa Jian's gaze locked onto Oren, his eyes sharp and calculating.
"Be careful," he said in a low tone. "If there's even the slightest problem, we won't hesitate to take you away."
"Take me away?" Oren scoffed, curling his lip. "I'd like to see you try."
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Elsewhere, in the depths of shadow, a man in a cloak appeared once more. His sinister grin stretched wide as he approached a Humagia.
"Found you," he said softly. "You are my friend."
With deliberate movements, he placed the driver around his waist.
The Humagia's body began to glow, flashing ominous red.
"Ah—!"
The transformation twisted the Humagia's programming. Its eyes dimmed, its voice monotone.
"Connected… to the Destruction Thunder Station."
The cloaked man whispered darkly: "Put down your meaningless work. Destroy this company first."
The Humagia hesitated, almost pleading: "But… my role is to bring happiness to people."
"No," the man snapped. "Your true mission is to kill all humans!"
The Humagia's voice fell silent, its tone turning flat and cold. "Understood. Humans… must be eliminated."
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Back in Hiden Intelligence, Fuwa Jian's sharp words cut the air.
"I know your company is hiding something."
Ren Wei'a added with chilling calm: "A few days ago, in an indoor amusement park, a Humagia attacked humans. Yet, there was no evidence left behind. No culprit identified. I believe Hiden Intelligence deliberately concealed the truth."
Iz immediately interjected, her tone firm. "No relevant records of such an incident were found."
"You heard her," Oren said smoothly, his expression unreadable. "Seems to me it's very easy to twist the narrative when Humagia are involved."
Fuwa Jian's eyes narrowed. "So you intend to hide it to the very end."
Ren Wei'a's voice grew colder. "Then let me remind you: under the Special Law on Artificial Intelligence, we Ames have full authority to suppress and eliminate any Humagia involved in illegal activity."
Oren's brow furrowed. "What exactly are you implying?"
Iz calmly explained, "The law's first rule is clear: under no circumstances may a Humagia harm a human being."
Fuwa Jian leaned forward, his voice filled with quiet intensity. "Don't delude yourself. No matter how advanced you make them, Humagia are nothing more than killing machines waiting to turn."
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The chat group erupted again.
Viewer 1: "Hah! These so-called government agents are just full of themselves."
Viewer 2: "Yeah, I bet this Ames organization isn't as righteous as they pretend to be."
Viewer 3: "Exactly! This feels just like the Jet Organization from Kabuto King. They act like they're on the moral high ground, but they're not necessarily the good guys here."
Viewer 4: "Oren becoming president and standing against both enemies and these shady officials… this is going to get intense."
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Oren, once an ordinary man with no clear purpose, had stepped onto a path that would change not only his life but the future of humanity itself.
And for the first time, he wasn't just a bystander.
He was a hero.
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