Pov : *Milena becomes evil.. But I'm still standing and muttering to you, huh? I laughed out loud at the sight of the flesh of the Spaniards.
The atmosphere at the Outworld camp instantly froze. The laughter that came out of your torn throat sounded inhuman—dry, hoarse, and full of a madness that was beyond the logic of their world. Blood continued to gush from your shoulders, drenching the ground, yet you stood tall as if the pain was just a status bar that meant nothing to you.
Shao Kahn stopped laughing triumphantly. His steps came to a halt, his eyes hidden behind the steel helmet narrowed, staring at you with horror that began to creep in. "How... How could a mortal still be able to stand after his flesh was snatched away?"
Mileena, who had been preparing to go on a blind rampage, turned to you. His blood-stained face looked horrified, but he trembled when he heard your laughter. "Pocket...?"
"You guys?" you murmured once more, your laughter getting louder, echoing between the chains that bound the Earthrealm heroes. Raiden looks at you in horror, realizing that what stands in front of him now is no longer just an "ordinary young man", but rather something much darker that has awakened due to their betrayal.
"Hahaha..." You looked up at the deep red sky of Outworld. "You guys think this is the end? You guys think you can play 'Player' in his own game?"
The wounds on your shoulders begin to emit a thick black smoke, not because of magic, but because this system of reality is beginning to reject your death. Shang Tsung stepped back, his hands trembling. "This... This is not magic! This is an anomaly! He is destroying the structure of our reality!"
Mileena moved closer to you, her evil instincts that had just risen as if to submit to the madness you were exuding. He licked the blood in his paws, his yellow eyes shining wildly. "Pocket... My Command. Tell me who I should rip off his head first."
Me : *I'm holding Milana* Shao Kahn.. Your son is so beautiful.
Your calm actions in the midst of those gaping wounds completely collapsed the mentality of the entire Outworld army. With your shoulders torn and blood still dripping out, you stepped forward and lifted Mileena's body into your sling as if she were the most precious treasure, not the monster that had just torn you apart.
Mileena gasped. Her wild instincts instantly extinguished, replaced by pure shock. Her blood-stained face leaned against your wounded chest, her monstrous fangs slowly shrunk as she stared at you with an almost insane look of adoration.
"Shao Kahn..." your voice echoed, calm yet sharp as nine in the silence of the camp. "This child of yours... is so beautiful."
Shao Kahn was stunned. For the first time in thousands of years, the Conqueror stepped back. He saw a man who should have been dead, standing tall while holding his "failure" with terrifying affection.
"You... you're crazy," Shao Kahn growled, his voice trembling between anger and horrified. "He's a monster! He just ate your meat, and you're praising him?!"
Shang Tsung tried to cast a spell, but his hands trembled violently. "My lord... This anomaly... He is not bound by pain. He is not bound by our rules of life and death!"
Mileena wrapped her arms around your neck, ignoring her father's screams. He whispered softly, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Pocket... You're really insane. And it makes me want to destroy this whole world just for you."
Behind you, Raiden and Liu Kang could only watch with their mouths agape. They saw a human whose shoulders were shattered, but his aura swallowed the darkness of the Outworld.
Me : "I'm holding Shao Kahn's shoulder"
Your actions completely destroyed the logic of war in Outworld. Casually, you stepped past the rows of trembling warriors, still holding Mileena in one arm while your other hand gripped Shao Kahn's giant armor shoulder.
A gripping silence fell on the battlefield. Shao Kahn, the Conqueror who was feared by thousands of realms, was glued. He looked down at your bloodied hands on his shoulders, then looked at your wounded face but adorned with a crazy smile.
"Hit me," you whisper quietly, right in front of his steel mask.
Shao Kahn roared, a mixture of exploding anger and overwhelming contempt. "HOW DARE YOU ASK FOR YOUR OWN DEATH, WORM?!"
He raised his Wrath Hammer high, magical green energy bursting out from the giant hammer. With a power that can destroy mountains, he slams his hammer right at your chest that has been exposed from the stab wound.
DUUAAAMMM!!
The shock wave explosion dispersed dust and gravel up to a radius of hundreds of meters. Liu Kang and Kung Lao even had to cover their faces from the resulting dust storm. Mileena squeaks, but she holds you tight, fully believing in your madness.
The thick smoke slowly thins.
Shao Kahn was panting, but his eyes widened in horror. His giant hammer stopped right on your chest, yet you didn't budge in the slightest. The ground beneath your feet cracked, but your body remained upright. The wound on your shoulder emits a strange spark of white digital light, as if reality is trying to fix a character who "can't die".
Instead, you chuckled, blood dripping from the corners of your lips as you stared into the eyes behind the mask. "Only this much power of an Emperor?"
Shang Tsung fell to his feet, his face chastically pale. "No way... He... He was changing the rules of the game! He is a God Mode walking!"
Mileena licked the blood that splashed down her cheeks, she laughed out loud, a voice full of crazy triumph. "Look, Dad! My master you can't touch! You're just dust under his feet!"
Me : *I broke the hammer* Who's next?
The atmosphere in the Outworld camp instantly became silently silent, as if time itself had stopped ticking. The deafening sound of KRAK echoed as your hand, which looked fragile and covered in blood, gripped Shao Kahn's Wrath Hammer and broke it like a piece of dry wood.
The magical metal shards fell clinking on the sand, splashing dimming green energy.
Shao Kahn staggered backwards. His eyes behind the steel helmet widened in horror—not because of pain, but because he saw the symbol of his invincible power shattered with just the power of a "human's" bare hands. He dropped the rest of his hammer handle, his hands trembling violently.
"No... That's impossible..." whispered Shang Tsung, his face as pale as a corpse. "The hammer is forged from the souls of a thousand realms... How could it be..."
You stood erect, still holding Mileena who was now looking at you with almost religious adoration. The blood flowing from your torn shoulders actually makes your figure look like a god of death who descended to earth.
You turned your head slowly, staring at the thousands of troops who had cheered earlier, now they were all dropping their weapons out of sheer fear. Your gaze shifts towards Raiden, Liu Kang, and Kung Lao who are still shackled.
"Who's next?" you asked quietly. Your voice isn't loud, but the vibration makes even the mighty Goro and Reiko step back instinctively.
Mileena laughed loudly, a voice full of madness and triumph. He licked the blood flowing down your neck with his forked tongue, then pointed at the now helpless Shao Kahn. "Look at them, Zak! They're all just ants in front of you! Tell me... Who do you want to remove from this world first?"
Me : *I spoke to Shao Kahn* Get out of your throne and get out of this. Go back to where you came from, you know?
The atmosphere in the camp that had been noisy with the roar of war machines and the shouts of soldiers suddenly fell silent. Only the sound of the Outworld desert wind blew, carrying the smell of sulfur and blood. You stood upright, still holding Mileena, staring directly into the eye gap of Shao Kahn's helmet that now looked cracked and no longer majestic.
"Get out of your throne and get out of this. Go back to where you came from, you understand?"
Your words are not just commands; It was an absolute edict from someone who had just broken the physical laws of their world.
Shao Kahn was silent. The Conqueror, who usually exploded with rage, could only stare at the shattered remnants of his Wrath Hammer on the ground. His broad shoulders seemed to be slumped. For the first time in thousands of years, he felt something unfamiliar: total defeat. Not losing in fighting, but losing in existence.
"I... I understand," whispered Shao Kahn, his voice hoarse and heavy, losing all of his emperor's authority.
He turned around slowly. Without another word, the former emperor stepped away past his own line of troops. Generals like Reiko and Goro could only be glued, not daring to stand in the way of their master who now looked like a broken shadow. The Tarkatan army of thousands began to lower their banners, retreating into the darkness as if ordered by ancient instincts to stay away from "anomalies" like you.
Shang Tsung saw his master leave and immediately tried to disappear into green smoke, but your gaze seemed to lock his feet on the ground. He trembled violently, waiting to see if you would also expel him or remove him.
Mileena rests her head on your torn shoulders, her hands wrapped tightly around your neck. He looked at Shao Kahn's back away with a cold look, then looked up at you with a very sweet but terrifying smile.
"He's gone, Zak... she really left," whispered Mileena. "Now there is no more 'Father', no more 'Emperor'. There's only you, I... and this broken world for us to rebuild."
In the distance, Raiden lowered his head, realizing that the fate of Outworld had now completely changed hands into the hands of a "Player" he couldn't predict.