The battlefield groaned under the pressure of the cataclysmic clash. Ashes fell like rain. The scent of blood, fire, and burning hope filled the air as a massive shadow loomed over what remained of the war-torn land. The sky split open.
Zeroth's laughter rumbled like thunder across the shattered plains.
His body—no longer humanoid—hovered in the air, radiating apocalyptic power. A massive crown of molten horns circled a floating obsidian skull, with six wings made from torn space itself flaring behind him. Countless runes spun around his core like orbiting stars, each etched with the souls he had consumed.
> [Zeroth has entered Final Phase: Worldbreaker Form.]
[All resistances nullified. Time-based abilities distorted. Resurrection cooldown increased. Death is permanent beyond three failures.]
"Welcome to the end," Zeroth roared. "Let me show you what it feels like to fight the fate of a dead universe!"
Lian stepped forward, battered but unbroken. His once-shiny cycle had fused into a golden war chariot glowing with the essence of every coin he had ever earned. Jayce rode beside him in his ice cream truck, now transformed into a spectral fortress on wheels with turret cannons glowing green with systemic glitches.
Behind them, the others gathered.
Ria, her body wrapped in cracked, demonic armor taken from a slain clone, whispered an incantation that burned her memories for power.
Kuro, the luck-warped jokester, was deathly quiet now, his usually bright eyes focused like steel.
Demist, axe splintered and hands bloodied, had invoked an ancient fusion with his weapon—a talent evolution born of sheer desperation.
Zeroth's clones, standing atop three obsidian towers across the battlefield, howled in unison as each sprouted additional limbs, growing darker with each failed death.
> [Clone Deaths Remaining: 2 | 3 | 1]
[Zeroth Deaths Remaining: 5]
The storm began again.
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The Battle Commences
Jayce was the first to strike, his glitched system cannon warping time and firing thousands of ice-screaming missiles that struck one clone's tower, bringing it crashing down. Ria dove into the wreckage and fought the clone alone in a brutal one-on-one—her arm severed, her Talent burning through her veins as her last memory of her younger brother exploded into raw power. She killed it—but not before it stabbed her in the spine.
> [Clone 3: Terminated.]
Demist and Kuro tag-teamed the second clone. Kuro baited it with a joke so dark it made the demon hesitate—and Demist used that second to cleave it in two. It reformed.
Again.
And again.
> [Clone 2: 1 Life Remaining.]
But with each death, Demist lost a piece of himself. His soul flickered. "One more," he gasped. "Just one more hit…"
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Zeroth's Wrath
Zeroth unleashed his true ability: "Final Loop: Devour History." He reached into the memories of the fighters and began to erase them—one by one.
Lian screamed as memories of his mother vanished.
Ria sobbed as her brother's name was deleted.
Jayce lost his smile.
But Lian's Coin Multiplier Talent flared with divine rejection. "Even if you take my past, I'll buy a future!" he roared, his coin count flashing:
> [Coins spent: 1,000,000]
[Talent Ascension Triggered: COIN GOD MODE - 5 Minutes Only.]
Gold burst from his pores. His chariot levitated. Every attack was paid for with fate.
He charged Zeroth, and the battlefield split in two from the impact.
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End of the Clone War
As Kuro used his final luck charge—a coin flipped during the first tutorial world—he struck the final clone through its heart using a weapon made of a joke: a banana turned divine. It exploded in light.
> [All Clones: Terminated.]
But Zeroth only smiled wider.
"Now," he whispered. "No more distractions. Just us."
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To Be Continued…