Polo and his father, King Larry, stood on an island, the tension thick between them. Larry turned to Polo, his voice filled with reluctant admiration."Damn, son. I admire your guts. You wanted to dive headfirst into a battle between two clashing forces. You’ve got nerve," Larry said. “Shut up, Larry. I don’t need your praise,” Polo snapped. "Where's my reward?" Larry’s eyes narrowed. “With that attitude, I don’t think you deserve it.” Polo’s face darkened with rage. His voice turned cold. "Do you know there's a bounty on your head, Larry? If you won’t give me what I’m owed, I’ll take it by force." Without warning, Polo unsheathed his sword and charged at Larry, his movements swift and deadly. The two clashed, their weapons ringing as they deflected each other's blows with inhuman speed. Sparks flew as their blades met, until Polo seized Larry by the face and hurled him across the ocean.Larry landed hard but quickly levitated back, a grin spreading across his face. “You’ve gotten stronger, son.”Polo’s fury boiled over. He activated his internal AI system and scrolled through his options, settling on the "Golden Card," a last-resort power meant for life-or-death situations. A warning flashed before his eyes: **Use wisely. Three charges remain. If used carelessly, only one charge will remain. Ignoring the warning, Polo chose **Red Flames**—an ability that coated his attacks in lethal fire for 20 minutes. Any strike would now be fatal.

“Alright, Larry,” Polo growled as his sword ignited. He swung, and a fiery laser shot from the blade. Larry dodged, but the heat from the strike tore through his clothes. Larry's mind raced. *Shit, this kid’s really trying to kill me.* “Fine!” Larry roared, charging back at Polo. The two clashed again, their battle so intense that they crashed into a colossal, abandoned ship floating nearby. Catching their breath inside the wreckage, Larry shook his head. “So, you really want to kill me, huh? I guess I shouldn’t hold back then.” Before Polo could react, a large man barged in. “Hey! You can’t—” Larry silenced him with a casual slap, sending the man's head flying across the room. Polo froze, shocked. He hadn’t expected his father to be this ruthless. The man Larry killed had been Level 120, according to Polo's system. Polo was only Level 80. Larry locked eyes with Polo, electrical sparks dancing across his body. “Let’s get started, shall we?” Suddenly, the room seemed to warp, as if the universe itself was bending to Larry’s will. “In the void between stars, where light dares not tread, I am the architect of cosmic power. Behold, the sphere of creation. From my grasp, worlds are formed, and in my wake, they crumble. Kneel before the hand that shapes the cosmos.” “Celestial Forge: Electric Hand of the Astral Titan.” Polo felt his heart race. Larry had been holding back all this time. Now, he was showing his true power, and it terrified him. In the back of his mind, panic crept in. *Should I retreat?*  Larry’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Come on, son. Try me now.” Larry unleashed a bolt of lightning. Polo barely managed to deflect it, but the force ripped through his clothes. Desperation washed over him as he activated his **True Power: Death**.“In the shadow of life, where even the brave falter, I am the harbinger of the end. Behold the scythe of oblivion. From my hand, life is severed, and in my wake, only silence remains. Tremble before the one who commands the final breath.”“Domain Expansion: Graveyard Dominion: Grasp of the Reaper.” Larry stood, eyes wide in shock. “That’s how you grew so powerful... You made a deal with Death itself? Even for you, that’s insane.” Polo grinned darkly. The two stared each other down, the air crackling with tension. “Fine,” Larry muttered.