《Righteous Lad: Into The Comic-Verse!》 #0 After being away for a whole year, Konnence finally makes his way back to the one home he''s always felt was his absolute sanctuary. Though, after such drastic events and changes in his life, it appears more like a haunting shell holding the better days he''s seen. Without his key on hand, he decides to enter by way of descending down via flight onto the tongue of the roof and entering through one of the second floor windows - particularly the one that leads inside his old bedroom. As he ducks and steps onto his bed inside, he notes the room is mostly dingy, but the sunlight shining its way inside helps a tad. Instinctively, he moves toward the door and flips the light switch. Nothing. "...I guess it would be silly to pay a bill for a home you don''t live in anymore." He comments, thinking on how the man that adopted him since when he was a mere baby must be handling the tragedies that''s taken place over the last ten years. Konnence sighs and momentarily exits his room at a blurring speed, returning in just a mere literal second with nearly a dozen small candles in his cradling arms. He sets them up all around the room and when he''s done, he goes to them one by one in quick succession to ignite the candles with the lighter he also has on hand. When that''s done, he retrieves a gym bag from his closet and begins gathering clothing to pack inside. Soon, he finally pays enough mind to the interior space and notices familiar boxes on the shelf above his hanging clothes. Carefully, he pulls down two of those rectangle boxes and proceeds to take a seat on his bed while setting the boxes beside him. He opens one of them and inside is a neat line of comic books held in individual sheaths of plastic of their own. He pulls out one at random and finds himself laying eyes on Rebirth Justice League, issue #1. "Man¡­ I didn''t get to read this yet. I was already kinda'' behind, but I bet I''m waaaay out of the loop by this point. Barely feels like it''s been three years since the day I died." Konnence comments and goes on to pull the comic out of its plastic. Meanwhile, he''s oblivious to someone - to a calculated something observing him from outside. It''s none other than Malware. "Ehh. I should probably finish reading these later. It''s not like I can get comfortable and start living here again." The young man reasons with himself and puts the comic away properly. He leaves the boxes on the mattress and resumes to retrieve more clothes to take back with him. A deed that doesn''t take much longer at all. Just as he zips the bag shut and grabs it by a handle strap, an intrusive noise draws his attention from behind. Standing and turning, he comes face to face with his oldest rival. A slight frown takes form upon Konnence''s face. "...I guess I shouldn''t be surprised you found this place, but there''s no way you could have known I was here suddenly. What do you even want?" "No way? Come now, I am a connoisseur in tech and technical evolution. I planted hidden motion sensors and cameras here. I was expecting that peculiar man to return, but I found myself surprised with the visual of you." Malware informs, then proceeds to turn his back on the hero. Simply to examine Konnence''s collection of comics on the bed. "As for what I want¡­ Well, that still remains the same as it''s always been. Your demise." "Well, that window of opportunity has passed. I''ve become twice as strong than I was before. And be careful with those¡­ I still haven''t gotten around to finish reading through them." Konnence responds. "I''m very willing to take your word for that claim. Admittedly, I''ve made no true progress in finding a way to significantly hinder you. Adrenaline and willpower gives you an edge that I cannot provide counter measures for. My only logical solution is to quadruple my efforts." Malware explains, now plucking the same Justice League comic out of its plastic to give it a read through. "And you needn''t worry one little bit about me damaging your books. Quite frankly, I think they''re highly valuable and full of boundless possibilities." The android adds. "Yeeeeeaah¡­ as cool as your power is to bring fictional characters and objects to literal li¨C" Konnence tries to convey a thought. "What say we both expand our horizon, young Luthur?" Malware chimes in with a rhetorical question that takes the young man by surprise. Then, he makes use of that pause and hesitation. He shuts the book and casually tosses it atop of the open box. He turns his body sideways and stares at the hero, pointing a finger that''s accumulating a radiant energy source at the boxes. Just as Konnence comes back to his senses and is about to make a move of his own, it''s too late. SSSKRRROOOOOSH! With the abundance of source material as a target, Malware fires his portal projector and opens a swirling white rift into the ''fictional'' world and immediately enters. Konnence isn''t so willing, but a sudden powerful vacuum begins pulling at his body with a magnetic-like force equivalent to a blackhole. Everything in front of that rift that isn''t nailed down gets sucked inside, candles, dresser, mirror, study desk, clothes, other long boxes of comics, and even dust. However, the descendant of divine lineage hailing from Mount Olympus and Asgard, fights against such an imposing pull. With gritting teeth and clenching fists, Konnence turns and begins gradually making distance between himself and the rift. Marching with firm steps as he makes his way toward the exit door. "You¡­ GOT¡­ to be kiddin''.. Meeeee!" Konnece utters behind snarling lips as he extends his free hand out for the door knob. Before he can make contact with it however, all too familiar metallic tendrils protrude from the rift and coil around his body and pull him in by the waist, arms, and legs into that portal. "This is so NOT RIGHTEOOOOUS!!!" His exclaiming echoes throughout the house just as he and that hole in thin air vanish without a trace. Silence and darkness reclaims the former Luthur Household. ¡°OH CRAP!!¡± As if thrown back outside into broad daylight and the open sky, Konnence finds himself flipping involuntarily through the air as he instinctively relies on his ability to fly. However, someone was just passing by¨C "WOAH, LOOK OUT!!" "AA-HOOOF!!?" A voice shouts from nearby, but there''s a hard collision that causes them to tumble through the air for a moment. Once they recover and get a look at each other, Konnence''s eyes go wide in disbelief when he sees who he''s caught up within an awkward embrace with. "Rogue!?" "The one n'' only, fella. Where''d a boy like you fall from, though? Is it rainin¡¯ men these days? Didn''t even see ya headin'' my way."This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. "S-sorry¡­ I.. I''ll be more careful next time, ma''am. Or try to¡­ It wasn''t by choice, honestly." "That''s all I could ask of ya, sugah. Hate to hit n¡¯ run, but I''m kinda¡¯ busy today..¡± She responds and the two split apart. ¡°You take care now, ya hear?" And with that, the X-Men member waves him goodbye and carries on with her flight destination. "Wow¡­ she''s actually prettier in person¡­ And THAT''S what her voice sounds like? Kinda'' interesting." Konnence comments to himself as he waves her off in turn. "Good. Find as many incentives as you need. Get comfortable before I bring discomfort upon you." Malware suddenly makes his presence known, floating to the side of the hero at a fair distance. "What do you think you''re doing? Why bring me here?" "Isolation. I want no disturbances on my campaign to terminate you. I also want you to drink in the predicament that I''ve placed you in. That this time, I''m not leaving until I find a way to rid you from the plaine of the living. That you''re never leaving this place. EVER." The android answers. "So, what? You''re going to just keep throwing ideas at the wall until something sticks? We''re going to continue this tiresome dance until the end of time? Because you''re NEVER beating me." Konnence rebuttals. "This will be a new series of trial and error. There are things and beings here that can actually hurt you significantly, if not outright kill you. We''ll see how long you last." Malware concludes before retreating into a portal that abruptly appears behind him. It goes just as quickly as it came, leaving the stranded hero alone. "Man¡­ I just got back from Asgard, too. Now what?" [ Some time later¡­ ] After spending some time aimlessly flying around, Konnence finally descends to touch down and carry the soles of his black shin-high, steel-toe boots along the pavement of the fairly bustling district of New York City''s famous Times Square - the biggest tourist attraction this side of the USA - and proceeds to make his way over to a nearby bench to turn and flop down onto. Beside himself, he places his bag holding the only possessions he was able to keep hold of, which is mostly full of clothing. "H''aaaah man¡­ last time it was the Justice League movie and now I''m in the Marvel Comic Universe?" He murmurs the question to no one but himself before leaning back in his seat and hooking his arms over the back support of the metal bench. With his head tilting back, his neon jade eyes gaze pitifully up at the big blue sky above. "Not that it''s not a cool thing to happen, but I really wanted to take care of some things. My dad''s probably going to think I''m running away, too. Maybe¡­ Would he realize that I got caught up in samaritan stuff?" Konnence ponders further upon his situation, oblivious to how many passing eyes he''s drawing to himself with his black & fairly baggy asgardian garbs that stand out like a sore thumb in public. Soon enough within his thinking, he blinks as a realization dawns upon him. His eyes widen as his posture shoots forward into a hunching position where his hands find his knees. ¡°Wait a minute¡­ I''m in the Marvel Comic Universe.¡± He repeats to himself with newfound optimism. ¡°I''m in the Freakin¡¯ Marvel Comic Universe!¡± He shouts those repeating words as he jumps up out of his seat while simultaneously snatching up his bag. He begins walking forward with hustling steps while musing to himself. So dismissive of a world he thinks is sheer fiction as he muses to himself like a madman who just had an epiphany, that he continues to fail to notice the occasional looks he''s getting. ¡°I can do ANYTHING here. I can ask for Doctor Strange''s help, go to the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicraft, hang out with the X-Men, lend a hand to Spider-Man, shake Captain America''s hand¡­¡± He begins listing off the possibilities available to him, and with each passing idea, his priority keeps wandering further from simply finding a means to get back to his own world. ¡°Dude, I could even fight THANOS!!!¡± He exclaims with a child-like big, toothy smile on his face as he clenches his free hand into a tight fist at the thought of getting into a slug fest with the wicked Titan. ¡°THIS IS GONNA BE SO SICK!¡± THMP. ¡°G''UUH!?¡± ¡°Woah there, little fellow.¡± Without warning, he collides into a smaller figure who''s running without paying attention to what''s ahead of them. ¡°Apologies, stranger. I was just¨C... Just¡­¡± And there the two get a good look at one another, resulting in the kid trailing off with his thoughts. Konnence''s expression is just as dumbfounded as the boy''s upon really taking in the peculiar details of the kid''s attire. Green eyes meet another pair of green eyes. ¡°You''re¡­ Loki. Right?... When did you¡­ No. Sorry, that''s just a costume, right? Are you lost?¡± The taller of the two asks as he tries to make sense of things. ¡°No, you were spot on before, my strange friend. And¡­ I too feel as though I know you somehow.¡± Loki answers, now squinting his eyes as he studies the taller male''s presence. Soon, that squint becomes a soft frown of confusion. ¡°...Hela?¡± He utters within a near whisper. The answer is obviously incorrect, but it''s still enough to send a chill down Konnence''s spine. ¡°N-no. No! I''m her¨C... I mean¡­I know of her.¡± Konnence quickly corrects himself in the midst of answering, averting his eyes as he does. Technically he wasn''t lying. His biological mother''s name is Hel, but being a reader of comics, he''s aware that Hela is an iteration of her. Even so, he wonders how Loki was able to make that connection so easily. ¡°Ah¡­ I see. How downright peculiar.¡± Loki muses out loud, crossing his arms as he tilts his head to a side. ¡°I''m certain that I know you somehow, yet such memories elude me. There''s just something about the air around you.¡± The God-turned-child adds. ¡°THERE you are.¡± A female¡¯s voice cuts into their conversation and draws their attention. The two turn their heads to see¨C ¡°Ah, Ms. America. I thought I might have given you the slip¡­ A shame I didn''t.¡± Loki comments with a mild look of annoyance on his face. ¡°Yeah, a real damn shame, chico.¡± She concurs with a glare while cracking her knuckles as if preparing to lay down a long overdue beating. In reaction, the child of a God moves to take partial cover behind Konnence. Something the angry powerhouse of a young woman takes notice of and shifts her eyes toward the taller male. ¡°Huh¡­ Don''t know who you are, but I have a hunch it ain''t just a total coincidence that you two look like you could be siblings and that the gremlin''s choosing to hide behind ya. You stepping aside or sharing a beating with that little twerp?¡± She asks while arching a brow. ¡°Woah, woah, woah¡­ Easy, easy. I don''t fight females¡­ Maybe we can just talk this out instead?¡± Konnence offers as he extends an arm to block off access to Loki. ¡°A violent maiden this one is¡­ Thinks with her temper, not her head. I''d reconsider your stance on hitting women if I were you. That may be a visage of a lady, but she hits like a meteor.¡± Loki advises calmly. ¡°Ehh. Sorry, but it''s a code I live with..¡± Konnence informs with an awkward smile. ¡°...Are you mad? Absolutely foolish. You''re either an imbecile of the highest degree or the embodiment of chivalry itself, and neither will do you any good in this lifetime.¡± Loki remarks with a disapproving shake of his head. ¡°Fine by me. Makes this all the more easier.¡± Miss America comments as she bawls her hands into fists and prepares to lunge in with a swing. However, the roaring sound of a massive explosion going off disrupts the whole moment and even the civilians going about their day. B O O O O O O M ! The ground shakes for a moment as the top of the dome-shape explosion in the far, far distance can be seen over the tall buildings. ¡°What the hell just happened¡­?¡± America questions while looking toward the bright yellow light. ¡°I don''t know, but it doesn''t sound good¡­¡± Konnence comments. ¡°Mortals supplying the methods to their own demise again, I reckon.¡± #1 In the midst of the confusion moments before, the trio of himself, Kid Loki, and Miss America all go their separate ways. Righteous Lad left via flight, Loki by way of magical teleportation, and Chavez left by her lonesome - likely to carry on with her day and fly off, as well. The foreign hero in athletic black princely garbs heads toward the heart of the explosion that went off just a moment ago, his flight eventually leading him to lay witness to an utter wasteland of ash, rubble of what were once standing homes, and pitch black corpses left in postures of horror mere seconds before the mercilessly fire took them in its wrath - a sight Tyson looks upon with concern and confusion. A mere moment of scanning what was once a suburban district, his emerald green eyes spot something peculiar. He stops in place, shifting from laying horizontally to being upright vertically as his keen eyes make use of their gift of an Archer''s View and zooms in like a telescope without him needing to get any closer. What he sees is smoke rising from a deep and large crater, and the silhouette of a figure in a kneeling position. ¡°Huh¡­?¡± Curious, the young man descends down with a gentle nosedive from his high altitude. Coincidentally, it''s also the very moment that figure finally rises to stand to his feet. With a flex of his muscles, tilting his head back and curling his biceps, he disperses the smoke from his presence and gives a clearer view of his presence. Tall, skin of charcoal black with strands of gold pattern on his naked, yet doll-like masculine body, and seem to be drawing in some sort of dark amethyst energy that gradually flows into his body. ¡°At. Long. Last¡­¡± The man speaks, his voice fairly deep with a touch of smoker''s gruff behind it. Then an outburst of hearty laughter follows. ¡°MmmwahahahaHAHAHA! AT LONG LAST I AM FREE!!!¡± The strange being exclaims with ominous joy. The display is more than enough to turn Tyson into a cautious fellow and slow down his descent as he watches with a soft, thoughtful frown. However, his skepticism is given even more validation upon the other''s next choice of words. ¡°For too long have I been subjected to such humiliation¡­ Just you wait, my dear son¡­ You and your brothers will pay me for all the time and tolerance stolen from me in blood. I will annihilate YOU and your kin, and even their offsprings.¡± The peculiar man solemnly swears to himself while making a tight fist. ¡°You know¡­ revenge isn''t really a band-aid for your grievances. All that''s awaiting you at the end of that path is a deafening sense of emptiness.¡± Making his presence known as he lands just at the edge of the crater, Righteous Lad gives what he believes to be sound wisdom with a gentle tone. Despite this, the ominous man turns his head to cast a neon-red glare over his shoulder. ¡°Speak for yourself, boy, not your betters. I will not be sated until I take back what''s rightfully mine and punish those who dared to stand against me!¡± Is the venomous response given. It''s then that the man''s expression piques as if an epiphany just struck him like a bolt of lightning. He turns to face the hero completely and points accusingly at the young man. ¡°YOU¡­ I can see it radiating from you like the light of a firefly dancing in the dead of night¡­ You''re a kin of Zues.¡± He suddenly announces, grinning big enough to flash his pearly white teeth. ¡°What¨C?¡± Taken aback, Tyson''s eyes widen with disbelief. ¡°You know it to be true, boy. Don''t play me for a fool¡­ This is no mere happenstance. Yes, the Sisters of Fate have weaved me a destiny fit for a TRUE King of Gods!¡± ¡°Wait, wait¡­ You''re technically not wrong, but I''m not¨C...¡± SssssSSSWSH-KROOOOOM! Tyson isn''t given a chance to clear up the nuance of a confusion and is abruptly imposed upon. The being displays great speed and power by closing the distance between them in a literal second and throwing a punch very capable of taking down Mount Everest with the utmost ease, but¡­ ¡°Hmph¡­ You''re stronger than you look, child.¡± The man comments, straining to push against the very palm that catches and now keeps his fist at bay. Beyond it is the hero giving the other a weary gaze of pity. ¡°We don''t have to resort to violence, you know¡­ You''re angry, I get it. But look around you. You caused all of this to happen¡­ This is all revenge will lead to. Unnecessary death and destruction.¡± Tyson attempts to reason with the other. ¡°What would it matter to I? It is not land that I have conditioned, nor do its people hold any favors with me. Besides, mortals are countless in numbers. What are a few hundred or thousand of insignificant lives? Life shall go on WITH OR WITHOUT THEM!¡± The being jerks his fist away to free it and then takes another mighty swing with his opposite hand. An attempt a scowling Righteous Lad sways his body out of the way of while simultaneously delivering a counterattack in the form of a swift jab to the body that sends the being soaring several miles into the distance, crashing through crumbling houses along the way until he comes to a sliding halt along asphalt. By the time the man raises to take a knee, a sudden gust of wind announces the speedy arrival of Righteous Lad. ¡°That''s the one thing I cannot detach my thoughts from when it comes to beings like you¡­ to beings who refer to themselves as Gods and Goddesses.¡± Tyson begins as he begins sauntering toward the man. The latter, snarling, doesn''t hesitate to get up and lunge at the hero. Swinging with the intent of bombarding his adversary with a half a dozen punches. The first is stopped by meeting Tyson''s blocking forearm, the 2nd misses by way of Tyson leaning his head out of the way of, the third is met with a denying palm that stops it completely, the 4th misses its swaying target, the 5th repeats the last attempt''s mistake - but the 6th? Kroooom!! It hits its mark right on the cheek with an impact great enough to break the sound barrier. However, aside from merely smushing against the young man''s ivory flesh and forcing his head to turn slightly, it does nothing to make the hero falter or drop his righteous scowl. ¡°You''re all swept up in your cruel selfishness that doesn''t leave well alone, but hurts the innocent on a whim just to get your way¡­ And without batting an eye.¡± Tyson continues. ¡°Truly a boy who''s been cozying up to his mother''s bosom for far too long¡­¡± The man retorts, barely any concern of difference in power between them. And for good reason. That aura flowing into his body hasn''t left even for a second. For the time being, he''s made to endure a lightning-quick body blow that gives off a thunderous ''BHOOOM¡¯. He bends over with a trembling grimace, leaning over Righteous Lad''s shoulder as the wind leaves his lungs for a moment. The being retracts several steps before collapsing onto his knees while holding his stomach. ¡°Hrrrkkk¡­ Tch¡­ Just a matter of time¡­¡± He breathes, panting to get back the oxygen that was taken from him. ¡°It''s only a matter of time, you brat¡­ Then I''ll snap your neck like a twig¡­¡± He threatens. ¡°Somehow I don''t see that happening any time soon. I''m not really one to torment others, so I''ll just knock you out and see if I can get you safely contained somewhere.¡± Tyson responds as he takes a few steps closer again. He stands over the being and draws his right fist back as far as he can with the intent of rendering the bitter man unconscious. ¡°But¡­ I am sorry it had to be this way.¡± The young man adds with pity in his emerald green eyes. Just as he moves his fist a few inches, a sudden radiant glow of yellow begins emitting from the man''s body. Bright enough to make Tyson hesitate and squint his eyes. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. ¡°Ah¨C¡± The man feels his power growing. K R R O O O O O O M M M ! ! ! In an attempt to stop whatever is going on from finishing, Tyson finally swings with all of his might at the being''s temple. The ground trembles as cracks splinters and spreads like roots. Even so, his best in the moment is in utter vain. His blow does nothing to the man. ¡°More of my strength has finally reached me. Prepare yourself, BOY. It''s nothing but an uphill battle for you from this point on.¡± The man looks up with a smug wicked grin before bolting up in a split second with a rising hook that not only sends Righteous Lad soaring like an arrow, but draws Olympian blood from the young man. The hero crashes through countless tall buildings, and by the time he finally loses both momentum and altitude, his landing is just as destructive. Light posts are broken, dents are left on the roof of parked cars he winds up dribbling off of, and his involuntary tumble ends with him smashing against a statue that sits at the center of a large local fountain before he collapses into the Knee-high pool of water with a splash. The universe-foreign hero rises up into a sitting position with a gasp, panting as he recoils from the involuntary intake of water that went through both his nostrils and mouth. His raven hair clings to his face and obscures his eyes almost completely as he looks around, wondering just how far he''s been sent. However, his moment of recovery and thought comes to an end when a ground-shaking landing nearby draws his attention. ¡°What power¡­ A shame I had to place my soul into such a small vessel, but it seems I''m likely to retain the strength I once had. It won''t be too much longer until I become whole.¡± The man of onyx and gold comments while walking toward the fountain, studying the hand he struck the hero with just a mere moment ago. Then, with a devilish grin, he sets his red eyes upon Righteous Lad. ¡°When I send you off to an early grave, tell your brethren that it was I, Kronos, who slayed you like the dog you and your loved ones are.¡± ¡°Honestly, I can''t see that happening¡­¡± Tyson retorts, pausing for a moment to push himself up and stand in that pool of water. He begins wading through it, walking toward the being who''s also approaching. ¡°But when you''re jailed, I hope you reconsider your perspective on things and remember the man who proved to you that vengeance has no pleasant ending.¡± Tyson adds, his hands lifting in unity to brush his soaking wet hair out of his face and into a makeshift slicked-back hairdo just as he steps over the ledge one foot after the other to exit the fountain. It''s also then that the fortunately few pedestrians in the area get a sense of pending danger and begin departing from the area. They''ve seen this song and dance more than enough times to know that nothing good is going to come of a guy in a fitting suit facing off with a 7''4 menace. ¡°Hehahahaa¡­ Hmph. Delusional, but give it everything you''ve got. Make this interesting for me, boy.¡± Kronos encourages, smugly stopping in his tracks and spreading his hands out as if inviting Tyson to rob him of the upper hand. A stare down ensues. The young man, with his arms resting at his sides, stretches his fingers before gradually curling them, cracking his knuckles and straining a firm clutch until they turn white as arctic snow. Then, there''s a sudden burst of sound breaking speed. In half a blink of an eye, Righteous Lad closes off the distance between them and throws his entire body weight behind a thrusting straight punch that meets the resilient middle of Kronos torso. Quick to apply what pressure he can, Tyson dishes a flurry of blurry punches all over the Titan''s body. At least 100 of them before he slows down to transition into giving big wind-up body blows. All of them¡­ do absolutely nothing to harm Kronos in the slightest. ¡°Your effort is utterly pointless, boy. You''ve met your match!¡± The towering man exclaims as he finally throws a mighty punch of his own - one that Tyson easily leans his body out of the way of before retaliating. ¡°We''ll see!¡± T h w a c k ! The hero delivers an uppercut to the chin that, unfortunately, also fails to have any effect. What''s worse is that his forearm is caught right after. A grip he tries to pull against, yet one that Kronos also maintains and uses to yank him forward to receive a firm headbutt to the forehead that rocks him into a daze. ¡°Aaugh!?¡± A grunt leaved his lips on impact before his arm is let go only for the back of his hair to be gripped, holding him up and place to receive a powerful hook across the face, a backhand across the opposite side of his face, and then a gut punch that threatens to pierce his flesh. The last blow would''ve made him vomit for sure, but they''re both lucky he hasn''t had time to eat anything for a few days now. Kronos finally sets him free and sends him off with a punting hiking knee to the chin that sends Tyson lofting high into the air before plummeting and roughly landing on top of a car 19 feet away. ¡°Pathetic, boy! Is this truly the best a descendant of Zeus can do?¡± Kronos mocks, casually strolling forward toward the other. Meanwhile, Tyson exhales a deep breath of air where he lies and brings a hand up to dab against his lower face, going on to study it afterwards to see a trace of gold liquid on his palm - the blood of Olympian Gods. He wipes his face clean with the sleeve of his jacket while rolling off the roof of that car to stand on his feet again. As the hero turns to face Kronos again, a thin green fire-like aura suddenly takes form around his entire body. A display of his Soul Essence - the potential within himself, of which he places its output to multiply his natural physical capability by x1.2. Funny enough, the amethyst aura around Kronos¡¯ body finally ceases to be. ¡°Don''t worry, I''m not done yet.¡± Righteous Lad calmly responds before zipping forward again like earlier and taking a swing. An attack that misses the Titan, who simply steps aside with ease to avoid it before grabbing the hero by the jacket, yanking him back, and sending him soaring with a punch to the face. Tyson stops himself and takes control of his movement again. He flies in forward instead of running this time, cocking a fist back as he does. THWACK! Another blow sends him back. He groans and increases his Soul Essence output up to x1.3 (130%) and rushes in yet again. However, a backhanded fist sends him tumbling down the street like a rock skipping along a lake. The young man sucks in a sharp breath of air through his teeth as he pushes himself from the street, increasing his output by x1.5 this time, as well as the size of his vibrant aura. Like a madman refusing to believe he''ll fail yet again in his obsession, the hero grits his teeth and rushes in once more. Faster and harder. He actually manages to land a direct hit this time, but the only difference this time is that he''s forcing Kronos head to turn a few degrees. Well THAT, and forming a crack on the man''s cheek. A chip of charcoal drops and reveals a peek of fair skin under its layer. ¡°Stubborn maggot¡­ Your petty attempts continue to bore me.¡± Kronos states with a tone of overt annoyance. It''s then the Titan grabs Righteous Lad by the wrist and neck, using his hold to violently thrash the hero around. From caving in the side of a car, smashing a hole into a building, knocking over a street light, and then finally choke slamming him onto the street with enough force to create a small crater and cause a shudder. All of which Tyson endures with gritting pearly white teeth. That is, until he''s mounted with a knee slamming down across his midsection to pin him down while the Titan begins wailing on him from above with thunderous punches that send a shudder through the ground for miles around. THWACK! - THWACK! - THWACK! ¡°T''hhuu!¡± - ¡°Auhk!¡± - ¡°Uugh!¡± WHACK! ¡°Oohf!¡± WHAM! ¡°Aagh!¡± PAWK! WACK! THWACK! THWACK!!... The beating goes on for what may just be half of a minute, and it''s all that''s needed for Kronos to spill neon gold blood from the young man''s nose, lips, and a cut made on his ivory cheek. There, panting for air with his eyes shut in a tight grimace, Tyson lies trying not to drift off into unconsciousness. ¡°Absolutely pathetic.¡± Kronos utters with soft spoken disdain before finally rising to stand again, and once he does, he sends the hero flying like a torpedo with a mild kick. It results in Righteous Lad crashing through the wall of a building in the distance and out of sight. Kronos, truly feeling as if such a hopeless individual is far beneath his efforts, stares with an expression of indifference. However, he does eventually begin walking toward the kin of Zues¡¯ bloodline with the intent of finishing him off for good. However, halfway through making his way there, Kronos spots a curious sight. The hero in charcoal gray and green clumsily emerges from that massive hole in the building. ¡°Barely able to stand, but still braving your demise, eh? I''ll commend you for that. Thanks to my legacy and ambitious nature, you at least aren''t a cowardly weakling.¡± Kronos ridicules with backhanded praises. Soon the two come to stand a mere three feet apart from each other - Kronos calmly looking down at the 5¡¯11 & ? deity, and the latter hanging his head similarly while droplets of his divine blood slowly drip onto the asphalt. Tyson is slouching and panting, of which looks pitiful in his questionable ''great grandfather''s¡¯ eyes. ¡°It''s about time you were put out of your misery, boy¡­. To Hades With You!!!¡± Kronos roars as he stumps forward and throws his entire body mass and every ounce of strength he has into his next punch aiming for the surface of Tyson''s cranium. K K R R R O O O O O O O M M M M ! ! ! An explosive impact erupts and shatters windows all throughout the city within a mile of the point of origin while a deep crack spreads far in a linear fashion and splits the building in the distance in half, and that''s not to mention the myriad of car alarms and airbags going off from that violent quake inducing blow. Despite such, Kronos is presently staring in sheer disbelief. He DID make contact¡­ but in the form of the young man catching that fist within the palm of his hand. An unnatural warmth begins building around them - one that soon gives form to another fiery aura engulfing Tyson''s entire being. Not green like before, but instead a radiant veil of gold that mimics the sun''s blessed radiance. ¡°What is this¡­?¡± Kronos questions, finding it difficult to believe this pitiful young man from just a moment ago was hiding his true strength until now. ¡°Double¡­¡± Is the answer given by Tyson. He finally lifts his head and reveals that his eyes are no longer their normal shade of neon jade, but instead a deep shade of orangey-gold. ¡°Impossi--UURRPH!?¡± Before Kronos can finish that word, Righteous Lad swiftly yanks him forward and delivers a devastating super light-speed uppercut with his free hand to the Titan''s chin with the force of 200% of his strength! With his senses working overtime, the young man is able to savor the satisfying sensation of his fist meeting bone, the visual of Kronos¡¯ face twisting with pain, and the power of forcing the Titan''s chin to rise toward the blue sky above in what feels like a whole minute for him. But in actuality? What just took place went down in 0.3 seconds, and by 0.4? Kronos was gone in a violent flash. By the 0.5 mark, the old man crash lands on the moon and lays within a crater deeper than three family pools combined.