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[Scene – Shape, seated on the deck of his ship, scrolling through digital articles]
> Shape (thinking, unreadable expression):
"No clue. Nothing. Not a single trace of what happened in Goldezo Town.
The devastation… but no evidence.
Whoever did this was either too reckless—or too precise."
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Bell (Navigator, approaching fast):
> "Captain Shape! We've arrived at Vincent O!"
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[Scene – BlackWood City, Vincent O's elite coastal capital]
Crowds gather at the seaport. People hold phones, cameras, flags.
> Woman in crowd (excited):
"It's him—Shape!
The richest man in the world!
The King of Empires!"
People cheer. Dozens of cameras flash as the ship approaches.
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> Kai (crew member, in awe):
"This city… incredible. Skyscrapers, silver roads, digital air traffic… this place is decades ahead.
Welcome to BlackWood."
> Shape (calmly, not distracted):
"We didn't come here to admire the skyline.
We came here… to observe the anomalies."
Phones light up. Videos go viral in seconds.
#Shape In Vincent trends instantly.
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The ship docks. Shape steps out, offering quick smiles, waves, snapping selfies, yet brushing past people with precision.
> Shape (thinking while waving):
"Fame is just a mask.
The real work begins behind closed doors."
Suddenly, a notification pings on his phone.
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Wujo (crew member, yawning):
> "Sir, did I hear your phone buzz again? You've been blowing up since we arrived."
> Shape (frowning):
"It's from… Sir Sabo.
The second most powerful empire owner in the human world."
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Someone nearby snaps a photo of Shape's screen:
"Shape to meet Sir Sabo – BlackWood Confidential."
The photo goes viral in less than a minute.
> Shape (calmly ignoring):
"He knows why I'm here.
He even mentioned Paradise Island…
Was he watching me through satellite cameras?"
> Shape (to crew):
"He gave me the address. I'll go alone.
You all… observe the city."
> Crew (laughing lightly):
"Aye aye, Captain Filthy Rich!"
> Shape (chuckling):
"Tch… idiots."
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[Scene – Downtown BlackWood, dusk setting in]
Shape walks alone. High-security building. Neon glass towers over him.
> Shape:
"This is the place…"
Guards approach.
> Guard:
"Sorry, private property. You can't go in."
> Shape (coldly):
"Code: Omega Six-Zero. Tell Sabo I'm here."
The guards freeze, then step aside. The door unlocks.
> Shape (entering, whispering):
"So… you planned this well."
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[Cut to: News Report – Global Stream]
> Reporter:
"Shape spotted in BlackWood City. Rumors of a secret meeting with Sir Sabo have the entire business world on edge.
What could two of the most powerful humans be discussing behind locked doors?"
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[Scene Shift – Daimo in Stanford City]
> Daimo (boarding a metro):
"Domuzik City… That metro hub holds all police backups.
If they got their hands on my phone, they'll find my voice recordings.
The Devil Energy in my voice could expose everything."
He steps in.
Hundreds of people. He looks up. Thousands of numbers float over their heads.
> Daimo (shaken):
"So… many lives.
All this… waiting to be stolen.
No. Focus.
I need to erase every trace."
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[Scene Shift – Underwater]
Both Rifle and Zac, still unconscious, drift silently in distant oceans.
Each drawn to an unknown destination. The world remains unaware… of what's about to rise.
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[Back to BlackWood – Sir Sabo's Hidden Tower]
Shape enters a dark room.
A candle burns on the table.
A couch faces him. The second seat waits.
> Shape (stepping in, locking the door):
"I'm here."
Sir Sabo, seated in the shadows, sips coffee. His hair is silver. His suit, crimson-black.
> Shape (eyeing the number above his head – 715 Years):
"Your time… suspiciously high."
> Sir Sabo (glancing at Shape's head – 2400 Years):
"Yours… incomprehensible."
> Sir Sabo (gesturing):
"Have a seat."
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Shape approaches… but suddenly swings a punch.
Sir Sabo dodges effortlessly, pinning a gun to Shape's forehead.
> Shape (stone-faced):
"That won't work."
> Sir Sabo (smirking):
"It's just a toy.
Can't we talk like two… filthy rich men?"
> Shape (smiling bitterly):
"Then start talking."
> Sir Sabo (calm, placing cup down):
"Let's begin with a question…
Do you want to know who created Devil Energy?"
Shape doesn't flinch.
But his mind burns with curiosity.
> Shape (whispers):
"Go on."
> Sir Sabo (grinning darkly):
"It wasn't created.
It was… born."
Candle flickers. Silence. Darkness swells.
> Narrator (voice-over):
"As Devil Energy rises…
So does the darkness of truth.
What lies beyond power...
is the price of wielding it."
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