The clash began.
And existence broke.
The moment Goo-Gun and The End collided—
the World Between Worlds shattered.
Entire dimensions collapsed into light.
Ancient timelines disappeared.
The Final Door cracked from top to bottom.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Their fists met.
Hope.
Despair.
Creation.
Oblivion.
The impact traveled through reality itself.
Every living being felt it.
Every world heard it.
Every soul witnessed it.
The End attacked first.
Darkness exploded outward.
Millions of void spears descended.
Each capable of destroying universes.
Each carrying the weight of extinction.
Goo-Gun raised his hand.
The Void Throne answered.
Golden-black symbols appeared across existence.
The spears stopped.
Then shattered.
The End frowned.
Goo-Gun moved.
For the first time—
he unleashed the full power of Copy-Paste.
Not Null's version.
Not the King's version.
The original.
The First Ability.
Everything Goo-Gun understood became his.
Instantly.
Perfectly.
Absolutely.
Adrax's Void Authority.
Luxion's Celestial Dominion.
The King's Royal Law.
Dae-Un's Prison Chains.
The Fragments.
The Doors.
The Thrones.
Everything.
The End saw it.
And remembered.
"The Warden..."
Goo-Gun vanished.
CRASH.
A punch landed across The End's jaw.
CRASH.
A second strike shattered one of its arms.
CRASH.
A third tore open reality itself.
For the first time—
The End was losing ground.
Far away—
Dae-Un smiled.
"That's our idiot."
The Old King laughed.
"He's stronger than all of us."
Aizeno folded his arms.
"He always was."
Silence followed.
Because for once—
nobody disagreed.
Meanwhile—
The End roared.
The darkness around it expanded infinitely.
Worlds vanished.
Stars died.
Entire realities collapsed.
The monster stopped holding back.
Its true form emerged.
The battlefield darkened.
A colossal shadow appeared behind it.
Bigger than dimensions.
Older than time.
The embodiment of oblivion itself.
The Final Form of The End.
Every ally froze.
Even Dae-Un's smile disappeared.
"That's bad."
The Old King nodded.
"Very bad."
The End looked toward Goo-Gun.
For the first time—
its voice contained genuine emotion.
"WHY DO YOU KEEP FIGHTING?"
The question echoed.
"YOU SEE THEIR SUFFERING."
Another step.
"YOU SEE THEIR FAILURES."
Another.
"YOU SEE THEIR HATRED."
The darkness expanded.
"WHY SAVE THEM?"
Silence.
Goo-Gun stood alone before oblivion.
Then he smiled.
A simple smile.
Null's smile.
And answered.
"Because they're worth it."
The End froze.
Goo-Gun continued.
"Because Hyung chose me."
Golden light appeared.
"Because Aizeno regretted everything."
Another light.
"Because Dae-Un never stopped protecting people."
Another.
"Because my father kept believing."
Another.
"Because people keep standing back up."
Millions of lights appeared.
Across every world.
Every reality.
Every timeline.
Humanity.
Life.
Existence.
The End stared.
The countless lights reflected in its eyes.
And for the first time—
it remembered.
The worlds it once loved.
The lives it once protected.
The dreams it once shared.
Before despair consumed everything.
Its hand slowly trembled.
Then—
something unexpected happened.
The End hesitated.
Only for a moment.
But that moment changed everything.
Because someone else moved.
Not Goo-Gun.
Not the King.
Not Aizeno.
Dae-Un.
The Last Jailer stepped forward.
Chains exploded from reality.
Thousands.
Millions.
Billions.
The Final Prison activated.
The End's eyes widened.
"Dae-Un—"
"I know."
The smile returned.
But this time—
it wasn't a happy smile.
It was a farewell.
The Old King's expression changed immediately.
"No..."
Aizeno understood.
Hyung's voice echoed within Goo-Gun.
"He's planning something."
Dae-Un looked toward Goo-Gun.
Then laughed.
"Try not to mess up the ending."
The chains wrapped around The End.
The Final Prison began forming.
And for the first time—
everyone realized what Dae-Un intended to do.
He wasn't sealing The End.
He was becoming the seal.
Silence filled existence.
The End stopped struggling.
Because it understood too.
Dae-Un looked toward the sky.
Toward all the worlds he had protected.
Then whispered:
"Worth it."
The Final Prison ignited.
And the last phase of the war began.
TO BE CONTINUED...