The night sky cracked open like bad CGI from a 2000s horror movie.
Lightning danced across the ruined rooftops of Raccoon City, thunder rumbling like the gods themselves were regretting their Netflix subscription. And there, stomping through the flaming wreckage with all the grace of a wrecking ball on steroids, came Nemesis.
"STARS…" the towering bio-weapon growled, each syllable dripping with rage and muscle-enhancing pharmaceuticals.
I… might've panicked a little.
"Oh, great. Discount Hulk with a bazooka," I muttered, adjusting my cosmic black coat, trying not to vaporize the building beneath me with an anxious thought. The HUD flickered in front of my vision again:
Mental Discipline: 29/100 — Dangerously Close to Vaporizing City Block.
Power Mastery: 17.00% — Slight Improvement. You've only accidentally disintegrated three lamp posts.
Auto-Cleaning: Maximum — You remain spotless, even during apocalypse scenarios.
Hostile Thought Trigger: Caution — Do NOT think "nuke the monster" unless you want to accidentally restart Earth's timeline.
Wesker's smug face appeared in a translucent window beside my stats, arms crossed, shades reflecting distant fires.
"Daniel… whatever you're thinking, stop." His voice was ice. "That thing is designed to survive nuclear strikes. You don't need to—"
I held up a hand. "Relax, sunglasses. I'm only thinking about how many protein shakes Nemesis drinks a day."
The bio-weapon roared again, hefting a missile launcher the size of a Smart car.
Crap.
Behind me, Alice vaulted down from the rooftop, landing beside me, dual pistols drawn, smirk perfectly calibrated to "action movie heroine."
She glanced at Nemesis, then at me. "Don't overthink this, death-boy."
"Overthinking is literally my biggest weakness," I replied, biting my lip. Don't imagine vaporizing the creature. Don't imagine vaporizing the—
Nemesis fired.
The rocket streaked toward us with a trail of smoke and very real consequences.
I panicked. My brain slipped. One tiny, traitorous thought escaped:
"What if I just… disintegrated everything?"
The HUD blared red.
WARNING: Cosmic Power Surge Detected.
Containment Failing.
Accidental Timeline Reset: 0.8% Imminent.
The missile? Gone. Evaporated mid-air. But so was half the rooftop.
Wesker's voice crackled again, far less smug now. "Stop THINKING!"
Alice ducked beside me as debris rained down. "Mental discipline, Daniel!"
"Working on it!" I clenched my fists, forcing the cosmic energy back inside. Sweat beaded my forehead. A literal crack in the sky flickered for half a second — oops — but I slammed it shut.
Nemesis roared, charging.
Alice fired round after round, uselessly pinging bullets off his mutated flesh.
I took a breath, focused, and this time thought carefully.
Disintegrate the launcher. Not the city. Not the planet. Definitely not the galaxy…
The rocket launcher dissolved into cosmic dust, Nemesis stumbling mid-charge, confused.
"See? Growth!" I grinned, wiping sweat from my brow. My hands still trembled, the raw force of Death 2.0 pulsing under my skin like a ticking time bomb.
Wesker? Gone from the HUD. Probably recalculating his life choices.
Alice? Chuckling beside me. "We live another minute."
Nemesis? Furious.
Me? Terrified of my own thoughts.
But hey… I didn't accidentally delete the moon yet.
Progress.
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Explosions. Buildings falling. People running everywhere — what was left of it, because half of it had already turned to stardust without me even wanting it to.
Nemesis was coming towards me, that mass of muscle and hatred snorting like a mutant bull, red eyes of pure rage glowing in the dark. He was shouting that terrifying "STAAARS", spitting radioactive drool.
And me? I was just trying **not to erase the entire Raccoon City just because I thought something stupid**.
"Calm down, breathe... you can do it... don't blow up the city..." — I whispered to myself, my hands shaking, glowing in cosmic blue. This light appeared every time my head did *shit*, so I could already tell that something catastrophic was about to happen.
Out of nowhere, **BOOM!**
Another missile coming towards me. I dodged it with style — I turned to the side, spun around, posing like a hero. Awesome.
Then... the voice echoed in the sky, in a mocking tone:
**"Seriously, Daniel? Why are you dodging a missile? You're IMMORTAL, remember?"**
I looked to the side. Death 1.0 was there. She, all chic in the black cloak, hood covering her skeletal face, holding the giant scythe with that look of someone who has seen 400 civilizations fall and is no longer impressed.
God also appeared, sweaty, with a cosmic coffee in his hand.
"I told him to focus on mind control before he came here…" — God said, rolling his eyes.
Death snapped his fingers — a sound that made the air grow heavy. Nemesis stopped in midair, frozen. People stood still like statues. Even the fire from the explosions remained still, flames as still as paintings.
"Next, Death 2.0," — she pointed her scythe at me, the skull shining under the hood — "I chose you because I knew you were a goal-setter. But let's face it… you're doing pretty well, huh?"
God coughed. "It's not quite like that, is it, Death… He's learning. It's a recent cosmic concept, there's time…"
She ignored him, focused on me. "And another thing, newbie… You forgot a small detail: you're immortal. What are you dodging missiles and cars for? You pose, let them explode, then clean up the mess." My eyes widened. "I… know… it's just… it's a reflex, I don't know…" Death chuckled, twirling his scythe. "Reflex… Okay. And one more thing: you can't always blow people up Michael Bay style. Sometimes you have to leave your entire body, there's an investigation, there's a family, there's cosmic bureaucracy, you know?" I rolled my eyes. "Oh, cool… bureaucracy even if you're Death…" She laughed. "Welcome to the firm, Death 2.0." God took a step forward, scratching the back of his neck. "Hey, hey, hey… Take it easy. He's still learning." Death twirled his scythe in the air, cutting time itself in two. "Do you want to talk to me in that ring again, God?"
The air grew heavy. God turned pale.
"We don't need to go over that... incident... in the ring..." — God said, looking away.
Curious, I asked: "Did you... fight?"
Death gave a sinister smile. "Fighting is a nickname. I shook him so hard that the Milky Way needed maintenance."
God snorted, crossing his arms. "There was context. I wasn't warming up. And you used Entropy tricks."
She raised her hand, making a "don't give a damn" sign. "Fact is: Death always wins. Now... focus, Daniel. Think straight or you'll wipe out the whole city."
I took a deep breath. I looked around. Everything was still. Zombies in the air, cars floating, the missile still halfway.
**\[SYSTEM: MENTAL DISCIPLINE - 21/100]**
Terrible. But I had to improve.
I closed my eyes, focused, controlled the energy… The cosmic blue glow of my hands dimmed.
Time went back.
Nemesis fell to the ground, stumbling.
Zombies scattered.
Alice, in the corner, looked confused, gun in hand.
And me? I was just sweating cold, hoping not to accidentally blow up the city again.
Death snapped his fingers, disappearing into thin air.
God winked at me, giving me a thumbs up. "Keep going, champ. Hit the target, but don't erase the map."
The missile exploded behind me — it didn't affect me at all, of course.
And me? I just wanted to survive without accidentally making the Earth disappear.
I sighed. "It's going to be a long day…"
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