(This is a Prequel to the Comic: Kairiki)
Hydro Undergrove was just an ordinary high schooler in our world until the Temporal Prism caused global chaos, leading to his and his family's death. However, he is mysteriously revived by an unknown presenc...
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[The 100th attempt. The multiverse teeters on the brink of collapse. 400,548 casualties... and counting. After the Gates and the Lost Tower were completed, mankind faced the inevitable conclusion: human extinction in 58 minutes. Every clock in every dimension ticks down to the end.]
[A man in a worn-out office, staring at screens flashing the countdown, hurls papers to the ground in desperation. In the streets, chaos reigns. The war against the gods has brought even fictional characters to their knees. Beloved heroes fall, overwhelmed by the god's devastating power. A hooded figure stands atop the remnants of civilization, towering over the broken world with eight deadly arms. His laughter echoes through the void.]
[Everyone in the multiverse, every hero, villain, and ordinary person, is fighting for survival. Children and parents, powerless and desperate, clutch each other in fear. The timer on every wrist ticks down relentlessly. Once it hits zero, there will be no tomorrow.]
TVN: [grim] The casualties... they're uncountable. It's like the multiverse has given up. Even the largest guilds have surrendered.
GOKUFAN84: [frustrated] What happened to our heroes? Weren't they supposed to be strong? Who's gonna save us now?
MULTIVERSALDORK64: [hopeless] Fifty-eight minutes left... we're all dead.
[Across the battlefield, the Mitchell family—Katie, Linda, Rick, and little Aaron—stands frozen. They look on in terror at the sadistic god, a force beyond reckoning. His eight arms glow as he prepares to fire another beam of destruction, this time aimed directly at them.]
NARRATOR: [mocking] Who's your savior now? Where’s that foster child you talked about? That so-called Shadow Warrior? He's dead. No one can stand against me.
[He raises his hand, the dark energy gathering for the final blow.]
[The Mitchells brace themselves, huddled together, waiting for the end...]
CLIMBER567: Hold on...
[Suddenly, a massive purple circle lights up the sky above the battlefield, casting a haunting glow across the ruined landscape. Narrator's eyes widen in shock as he recognizes the technique.]
NARRATOR: [gritting his teeth] No... not that...
[The purple energy swells, gathering into a colossal sphere that blasts down toward him. Narrator raises all eight arms, struggling to contain the overwhelming force, but it's too powerful. The blast throws him back with a force that shatters mountains. The ground trembles as he crashes down, his body disintegrating—only to regenerate, arms reforming, fury burning in his gaze.]
