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Jack staggered but forced himself upright, his entire body trembling violently. Sparks of electricity crackled across his frame, the sound sharp and grating—squeak, squeak—like tortured metal trying to scream. The vibrations were so fierce that even the air around him seemed to distort.
From above, Lockdown descended with a predator's grace, his metallic frame casting a massive shadow over the battlefield. His expression twisted into a crazed grin as he took in Jack's pitiful state.
"Hā hā hā! Boy, you're finished. Your body won't last another moment. Let me personally send you off to the Western Heaven."
Jack lifted his head, lips curling into a faint, mocking smile.
"Are you really so certain of your victory?"
Lockdown sneered, his voice booming. "Naturally. Garbage like you dared waste so much of my time? Unforgivable. I must kill you here and now!"
Jack's frame continued to shudder violently, his form nearly splitting apart. His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with a cold determination.
"Good. Then it's about time… I send you to the Western Heaven."
Lockdown tilted his head as if he'd just heard the world's funniest joke. "You? Send me? Boy, look at yourself. Your body is collapsing. Killing you is as easy as snapping a twig."
Jack's laugh was quiet, almost drowned out by the grinding noise of his deteriorating body. "You're right… this body is collapsing. But it doesn't matter. Because this moment… this exact moment… is all I need."
Already, Jack's limbs were breaking apart, disintegrating into countless shimmering Transformium particles. His flesh-and-metal hybrid frame unraveled, yet a strange power stirred within the destruction.
Lockdown's patience shattered. "Enough useless chatter!" He lunged forward, his speed blinding, and drove a brutal kick straight into Jack's stomach.
The impact was colossal. Jack's body flew backward, spinning violently into the sky. Chunks of his form exploded away, layer after layer disintegrating into radiant streams of Transformium particles that glittered like black dust against the heavens.
"Pathetic," Lockdown scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked up. "Collapses at the first blow."
But above, Jack's voice thundered back.
"Time!"
As his body decomposed, something massive emerged from within him. A colossal black sword—nearly fifty meters long—burst free, separating itself from his dissolving form. It had been hidden inside him all along, waiting for this very moment.
Instantly, the surrounding Transformium particles swarmed toward it like moths to flame, fusing into the blade in overwhelming abundance. Every fragment of Jack's body streamed into the weapon, except for a single right hand that stubbornly refused to decompose.
In only seven or eight seconds, the impossible had formed: a super black greatsword, more than three thousand meters in length, looming in the sky like the weapon of a god. Only Jack's remaining right hand clung to the hilt, anchoring it as his fragmented body became nothing but fuel for its creation.
Lockdown's optics widened in disbelief. "W-what…?!" His instincts screamed danger. Without hesitation, he ignited his boosters and shot upward, flames roaring as he tried to escape the sword's shadow.
But Jack's voice crashed down like thunder.
"Too late!"
His roar split the heavens as he swung the gargantuan weapon downward. The air itself twisted under its power, space warping around the blade as thunderous shockwaves erupted. The sound of its descent was apocalyptic, louder than any storm, carrying the wrath of a thunderbolt.
Lockdown screamed, a desperate, pitiful howl.
"Ahhhhhh—!"
The greatsword carved straight through his head, cleaving him in half before he could even blink. His body split, sparks and gore scattering into the storming winds.
Yet the blade did not stop. Its momentum carried it further, driving mercilessly into the land below.
Boom!!!
The earth convulsed. Black light seared across the battlefield as the sword split the land itself. The ground tore apart into a massive chasm over two hundred meters wide and plunging more than two thousand meters deep. Tokyo was carved in half, buildings swallowed instantly. The waters of Tokyo Bay surged in, flooding the abyss with a monstrous tidal wave.
Above the devastation, Lockdown's broken remains drifted, his voice trembling. "How… how is this possible? Me… losing?" His body cracked apart further, splitting into fragments that tumbled helplessly into the vast chasm below.
The giant sword quivered, its task complete, and then it too began to unravel. Transformium particles scattered like black rain, pouring down upon the land.
But not all of it fell. Some particles coalesced near the sword's hilt, gathering together into a humanoid figure. Slowly, a ten-meter-tall black Transformer emerged, Jack's initial transformed form.
The remaining mass of the greatsword shrank rapidly. Within ten short seconds, it condensed into a sleek six-meter-long black blade. Jack reached out and seized it.
"Back to before liberation," he muttered coldly. The sword shuddered, shifting in his grip until it reshaped itself into a massive round shield, three meters in diameter.
Jack lowered his gaze, watching the falling Transformium particles rain toward the ground. "These can't go to waste."
A flash of blue light burst from his hand as the AllSpark Cube—the magic cube—appeared. Its glow spread across the ruined battlefield, bathing the land in azure brilliance. Wherever the light touched, the falling particles vanished, absorbed into the cube's mysterious space.
Once the last particle was collected, Jack closed his hand, the cube disappearing once more into his keeping. His body flickered, his voice weary but resolute.
"Hope I don't end up shark bait…"
His form collapsed, plummeting from the sky. As he fell, his metallic body disintegrated layer by layer, returning to seven glowing red Transformium particles.
By the time he hit the sea spray, his human form had reappeared. The seven particles circled him briefly before embedding themselves into his head, arms, chest, back, and legs—locking seamlessly into place as if they had always belonged there.
The massive shield shrank as well, condensing from three meters wide to its original form: a fifty-seven-centimeter shield, small enough to be grasped tightly in his hand.
Splash!
Water exploded three meters high as Jack struck the flooded chasm, vanishing into the swirling tides. The once-solid battlefield was now a watery grave, the sea rushing endlessly into the wound carved by his impossible blade.
Jack's body sank beneath the waves, hidden by the chaos. Yet his grip on the shield remained unbroken.
The clash had ended. Lockdown was gone. Tokyo lay in ruins. And Jack… had survived.
[A/N: Next world — Resident Evil.]