When George turned 18, he eagerly attempted to enlist in the army, driven by his desire to grow stronger and by the hope that he might one day encounter the soldier who had inspired him so profoundly. He saw the military as his path to becoming someone capable of protecting his loved ones—a way to prove himself after years of relentless training.

However, when he arrived at the recruitment office, he was met with a harsh reality that shattered his dreams. Due to the war’s devastating impact and the infiltration of spies within Merediun's ranks—spies who had nearly led the city to defeat—the government had enacted stringent regulations. One of these measures was a prohibition against anyone from Merediun enlisting in the military. The authorities feared that the city’s residents, still recovering from the conflict, might be too easily compromised or manipulated.

For George, this restriction was a cruel twist of fate. The city he had fought so hard to protect, the place where he had vowed to grow stronger, was now the very reason he was being denied the chance to fulfill his dreams. The door to the life he had envisioned for himself, the path that would have allowed him to fight for his loved ones on the front lines, was now firmly closed.

After the crushing disappointment of being barred from the military, George's anger and frustration boiled over. He sought an outlet for his rage and a way to continue his pursuit of strength, even if it meant taking a darker path. He threw himself into brawls, finding a brutal, unrelenting way to hone his skills. His fists became his weapon, and the streets became his battlefield.

In time, George found himself drawn into the world of gangs. To him, it was an alternative route to becoming stronger—an underground path where he could test his limits and prepare for the possibility of another war. The gang became his surrogate family, and in their ranks, he could continue his relentless quest for power, driven by the memory of that long-ago soldier's words.

Now, in the present, all those years of street fights and gang wars are about to be put to the ultimate test. George stands face-to-face with a formidable foe, a Lizard commander whose strength is far beyond anything he has faced before. But George is undeterred. The fire that has burned within him for so long, the desire to protect those he loves, flares brightly as he stares down his enemy.

Yet, this time, he is not alone in his fight. Kenji had offered George a chance—an opportunity to transcend the limits of mortality and become something more. The power George now wields is not just the result of his years of training, but also the gift Kenji gave him. With this power, George can continue to fight even after death, each time coming back stronger than before. The ability to revive after every defeat, to rise again and again with increased strength, is now his to command.

With a fierce determination, George shouts, "I said, I'm not done yet!" His voice echoes across the battlefield, carrying with it the weight of years spent fighting, training, and refusing to back down. And now, with the power Kenji has bestowed upon him, he is ready to take on this formidable enemy. This is the moment he has been preparing for—the moment where all his pain, anger, and newfound power can finally be unleashed against an opponent worthy of his strength.

Perd, the Lizard Commander, narrowed his reptilian eyes as he watched George rise to his feet. There was no way a mere human should have been able to stand after the beating he had taken, yet here George was, charging at him with renewed fury. George's fist collided with Perd's armored scales, but despite the force behind the punch, it barely made a dent. Blood seeped from George's knuckles, yet he continued his relentless assault, refusing to back down.

Perd's amusement turned to irritation as he drew his sword, its blade glinting in the light. With a swift and brutal motion, he thrust it deep into George's abdomen, the cold steel nearly embedding George against him. "You should stop now and rest," Perd hissed, expecting George to finally give in to his injuries.

But George's response was unexpected. Instead of despair, a strange smile spread across his face. The sight unnerved Perd, who was unaccustomed to seeing such defiance, especially in a human who should be on the brink of death.

Before Perd could react, George's entire body began to glow with a bright yellow light. The glow intensified rapidly, and a split second later, George erupted in a powerful explosion. The force of the blast caught Perd completely off guard, sending him and several of his nearby lizard soldiers flying through the air. As he crashed to the ground, Perd felt the searing pain of the explosion's impact. The blast had bypassed his physical armor and struck at his magical defenses, which, to his dismay, were not strong enough to absorb the full force of the attack.

Perd struggled to push himself up, his body reeling from the damage. He could hardly believe what had just happened. The human had exploded like a bomb, a tactic he had never encountered before. The explosion had left him disoriented and weakened, the advantage he once held now severely compromised. As he tried to regain his bearings, a sense of unease crept over him—this human was far more dangerous than he had anticipated.

The explosion had barely settled before Perd, the Lizard Commander, found himself squinting through the smoke, trying to make sense of the battlefield. Suddenly, through the haze, he spotted George, now airborne, hurtling towards him with a determined fist aimed directly at his face. Reacting quickly, Perd raised one of his armored arms to block the incoming blow. The impact reverberated through his arm, but it wasn’t the force that shocked him—it was the power behind it. This punch was noticeably stronger than the last, and before he could fully process it, George followed up with a quick strike to his face.

Though the hit wasn’t devastating, Perd felt an unfamiliar sensation—concern. This human was growing stronger, not weaker, with each attack. The realization unsettled him. With a furious roar, Perd unleashed a torrent of water from his body, sending George crashing backward, the force too great for him to resist. "I’m sure I killed him," Perd thought, his mind racing to understand what was happening. "But why is he stronger now—and still alive?" Something about this human defied all logic.

As Perd steadied himself, George was already back on his feet, charging once more. But before he could reach the Lizard Commander, a volley of arrows rained down from the lizard soldiers stationed nearby. The arrows tore through the air, embedding themselves in George’s body, each one drawing blood as he collapsed under the sheer weight of the assault.

For a moment, it seemed as though the fight might finally be over. But then, just as before, George’s body began to glow with that same bright yellow light. The glow intensified until, in another powerful explosion, the arrows and the blood were gone, and George stood there, completely restored. The process had left him unscathed, his resolve unbroken.

Perd’s eyes widened in disbelief as George rose again, his expression as fierce as ever. The Lizard Commander’s confidence wavered for the first time.

Perd, the Lizard Commander, had always prided himself on his intellect and tactical prowess. Observing George's relentless fighting spirit and his unique ability to return from death repeatedly, Perd realized that brute force alone wouldn’t suffice to end this battle.

With a cold, calculating gaze, Perd decided to employ a different strategy. He raised his palm, and a complex array of magical symbols began to form in the air above it. Concentrating deeply, Perd summoned his water magic, a skill he had honed to perfection. A swirling, glowing circle of water materialized above his hand, its edges shimmering with a faint, ethereal light.

As he completed the incantation, the circle of water expanded and grew, spinning rapidly. The water within the circle took on a solid, almost crystalline quality as it coalesced into a large, spherical barrier. Perd aimed carefully and thrust his hand forward, sending the sphere of water hurtling towards George.

The sphere of water moved with alarming speed and precision, encircling George in an almost imperceptible blur. The magical properties of the water formed a tight, impenetrable cage around George, encasing him in a transparent, watery prison. The walls of this prison were not just a physical barrier but also imbued with a magical essence that slowly began to sap George's strength. The water acted like a sponge, absorbing his energy and forcing him into a state of suffocation.

Perd watched with a satisfied, calculating expression as the water sphere closed around George. The human’s repeated explosions, which had previously caused considerable damage, were now trapped within the watery cage. The lizard commander was confident that this trap would neutralize George’s persistent revivals, effectively ending his relentless assault.

As Perd was beginning to consider the battle as good as won, his attention was suddenly drawn to a bright, intense light streaking through the air. The light moved with incredible speed, resembling a high-velocity projectile. The sudden flash caught Perd off guard, forcing him to instinctively dodge to the side.

The light surged past him with a forceful whoosh, creating a deep crater in the ground where it impacted. The explosion of earth and debris signaled that whatever had struck was extraordinarily powerful. Perd’s eyes widened in surprise and alarm as he turned his gaze upward to identify the source of the attack.

There, descending from above with an imposing presence, was Kenji. Fully equipped with the Three Moons, Kenji looked every bit the formidable Divine Commander. His armor gleamed with a mixture of defensive and offensive elements, his stance radiating confidence and authority. The three orbs—Defensive, Offensive, and Support—were active, each glowing with their respective energies and enhancing Kenji's combat capabilities.

Kenji's arrival and the sheer intensity of his assault signaled a dramatic shift in the battle.