The atmosphere in the castle hall was tense.

Five individuals with explosive auras walked together toward the center of the hall.

“Crakkkkk” —the sound of the floor slightly cracking.
“DAAAR!!!” —a light shattered.

“They five need a new name.”

“Their party name is...”
“The Elemental,” said Raisu.

“DAAARRR!!!”
“DARRRRR!!!!”
“DAARRRR!!!”

Loud thunder roared outside the castle.

Meanwhile...

Syura was sitting on a mountain-like pile of monsters, his clothes torn to shreds.
Wounds, dust, cuts, and sweat covered his entire body.

“I’m tired, I want to go fishing again.”
“But... there's still one more room,” said Syura lazily.

On the other side of the world—

“Five days from now, the world will be destroyed. The world will perish,” said Draksil with a heavy tone.

Back in the castle—

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely grim. The air was thin, the room was cracked.

“I know you are the strongest in the world.”
“But remember, the enemy you will face is the god of death himself,” said Raisu.

Then Raisu drew both of his swords, slashing as if tearing the dimension.

[Another World]

“SLASSHHH”
“SLAHHHH” —the sound of incredibly fast slashes.

“If your powers clash here, the world will be destroyed.”

“Train. Become each other's enemies.”

“Become stronger.”

“Time in this dimension is different—one hour equals one day.”

Without saying a word, they stepped in with confidence, their auras exploding around them.

“Treeekk” —the dimensional rift slowly closed.

“Now, all of you return.”

“For now, the problem has been resolved,” said Raisu.

“But... is this enough, Lord Raisu?” asked Yosu.

“For now, it’s all we can do,” said Raisu.

Then, slowly, they all left the castle and departed from Crazon.

Meanwhile...

Syura stood before a door.

A door glowing with black lightning mixed with blue, with ancient inscriptions and dragon statues.

“So this is the end of it all?”

“Finally, I can eat a sweet apple.”

“And after this, I can go fishing again…” said Syura lazily.

“Trackkk” —the door slowly opened.

Black and blue lightning surged from within.

“DARRRR!!!!”
“DARRRR!!!” —crashing lightning bolts.

Inside, it looked like a space above the clouds.
Dark clouds loomed, with endless lightning strikes.

Then appeared a figure in blue armor, lightning dancing around him.
He wielded a sword made of pure lightning.

A hologram panel appeared in front of Syura’s face:

[Thunder King: Petra]
[Threat Level: World]
[Recommended Rank: Unknown]

Then...

Syura’s aura changed completely. His gaze sharper than a blade, an immense energy radiated from his body, as he smiled faintly.

“World-level threat?”
“This is getting interesting,” said Syura with blazing excitement.

Then...

“You dared enter my castle without permission?” said Petra.

“I just came to train.”
“Turns out this castle is ugly and filled with annoying monsters,” said Syura casually, dropping his stance.

Then Petra stood up.

“Did you just say... ugly!!!?”
“You brat!!!” shouted Petra.

Then...

“DAARRRRRR”
“DAAARRR” —the sound of thunder crashing.

“YOU SHALL FEEL MY WRATH!!!!” roared Petra in rage.

Syura only smiled faintly.

“Come then, lightning man.”
“You look so weak,” said Syura.

“AGRHHHHHHHHHHHH” —Petra’s furious roar exploded.