Then Chryson said, “I know what’ll make you happy… or at least chill you out a little. How about some fried chicken? You know, fried chicken hits different—especially when I’m feeling down. Like when I lose a game real bad or my favorite anime character dies for no reason. But hey, a few bites, shrug it off, and just enjoy life.”

  Jake looked at him, clearly not convinced. “How the hell is fried chicken gonna solve anything? And what are you, some kind of rejection genius or something?” he said with a stern, frustrated tone.

  "Eh? I forgot you got rejected that bad," Chryson said in a not-interested tone. "So, how you gonna bounce back from that one, huh? Anyway..." he casually leaned back, looking at the sky. "You know, KFC’s got fried chicken. Whether you’re bored, rejected, or just pin lost in life—fried chicken fixes everything," he said in his usual calm but weirdly happy tone.

  Jake suddenly yelled, "If it's not gonna solve anything, then I’ll just kill you!" His voice shook the air, all dramatic and stern like it was a movie scene.

  Chryson blinked. "Dramatic... like a girl. Seriously?" he said, clearly annoyed. "Are you really wasting my time again? Just get in the car already."

  He pointed his thumb back, revealing a shiny bck Lamborghini parked like it was flexing. "Took me four years to save up for this bad boy, but hey—savings is pretty good, ain’t it?" he said in that calm, proud tone.

  Jake's jaw dropped. "Wait... you saved that much without spending anything?! Bro, that's INSANE!" he said, his tone full of hype and amazement.

  "Yep," Chryson replied casually. "Also, you’re a guy. Quit acting dramatic like a girl." Then he slid into the car like it was normal, leaned back in the seat, and started driving at a chill 40 km/h before smoothly pressing it up to 100 km/h like a boss.

  Then, in another scene, somewhere deep in a dark alley in New York, a man was just casually shopping—nothing strange, just another day. But then he heard it.Crackle... crackle... crackle...

  He turned his head, confused, then froze. A demon-like creature, but without horns, stepped into the streetlight. It had four glowing eyes, four muscur arms, and stood 12 feet tall. The thing wasn’t human. Not even close.

  It approached the building slowly—people around started screaming, cars were getting flipped like toys, and bodies… bodies were getting torn apart.

  The man dropped everything, bolted inside a nearby building, hiding behind a wall, heart racing. But then… it walked right beside the window.He peeked.Big mistake.

  The monster saw him.Its hand smashed through the wall, grabbed him, and in one clean motion—ripped his arm off.He screamed in agony, blood spttering.

  Then came the worst.His head. Gone.

  The creature leapt—50 feet straight up—nding on top of a building, then bolted off at 500 km/h, smashing through cars, gss, and everything in its path.

  CBC News reported a terrorist attack by an unknown creature, saying over 300 people died that night. Some people believed it.The rest? They just scoffed, saying it was just men dressed in a costume.

  Then the scientists stepped in.They said, “No human could be that tall, that fast, or that strong.”The damage wasn’t normal—this was no act.This was something else.

  The news hit hard.The military got involved—tanks, soldiers, barricades—they surrounded the site, setting up heavy defense outside the building where it all went down.

  But far away…In Acre, Brazil...A man sat watching the news.

  Chryson.

  He stared at the TV, calm.“This is just another job… as expected.”He stood up, brushing dust off his coat.“I should leave Brazil today… and hunt that demon down… and kill it.”

  He walked over, grabbed his bck cape, tossed it around his shoulders. His blue hair swayed slightly, his cold blue eyes focused, sharp like a bde.

  “Humans still don’t get the situation they’re in,” he muttered.

  Then—boom.He was gone.Running.From Brazil to New York.

  Meanwhile, in New York—The army patrolled the streets.

  “Stay down!”“Get inside your homes!”“Anyone outside might be killed!”

  They marched with rifles locked, ready to fight—Eyes sharp, hearts pounding.

  Then—CRASH!Gss shattered.

  A man fell from 100 feet.Dead.

  And from above—the demon jumped down.12 feet tall. Four eyes glowing demon-red.

  It nded with a quake.The soldiers froze.

  “ATTACK!”they shouted, guns bzing, yelling loud as thunder.

  Bullets flew.

  But the demon just walked through it—shrugging off the bullets like they were paper.It didn’t heal…but it didn’t need to.It felt nothing.

  One soldier tried to run—Too te.The demon grabbed him by the chest—

  But then—SLASH.

  A fsh of light cut its hand clean off.

  The demon stared.

  A calm voice echoed through the smoke:

  “You’ve killed a lot…”“…but that ends now.”“Because you’re going to die by my hands.”

  Chryson.Cloak blowing in the wind, smirking like it was just a regur day.

  He charged,grabbed the beast by its face—and with one punch,sent it flying 400 feet into the nearby forest.

  BOOM.Trees cracked.Ground shook.

  At the forest edge, the demon’s body was smashed to pieces.Dead.

  Chryson walked through the dust, calm as ever.

  “You were strong…”“…but it didn’t matter.”He gnced down.“Are you a Level 0 demon? Yeah…Weak.Only good for beginners.”

  Then he kept walking—like it was just another day.

  Then he got a letter to head to the State of Gizo in the other world.He looked at it and sighed.

  “What pain… I just wanted to go home and watch football.”“Now I got an assignment… from him.”Chryson—our leader.He’s powerful. Way too powerful.

  He walked, then jumped into the underground portal.

  On the other side, Chryson stood there waiting.“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said.“It’s been a while.”

  He stepped forward, red long hair waving, tall figure—7'1 ft.“I’ve got a task for you,” he said.“It’s time.”

  He looked calm.“I want you to watch over Chryson Whitebear after this year.Don’t let him go over his limit. Don’t want that, do ya?”

  The man stood still, then nodded.“I respect your offer,” Chryson from Brazil said.

  He turned around—walked back into the portal.The portal exploded behind him,but didn’t damage the ground.

  “Well, be damned,” Chryson muttered.“Looks like I’ve got to watch after him this year.”