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MC POV
I briefly feel as control over my body comes back to me, still overflowing with the power of the 6 goonatars. Satisfied with my temporary power, I anticipate the hit from the dinosaur.
Just adding this cause on chapter 4 I was addressing them as "we" so since the mc got back control of his body its "I" now
I dodge to the left as the dinosaur's claws barely misses my face, feeling the wind pressure as they slice through the air. Its attacks are getting faster, more desperate. I can see the frustration building in its eyes with each failed attempt to maim me.
"Heaven Defying Totality Claws!" it roars again, its voice echoing throughout the cave as its claws elongate further, glowing with an eerie blue light.
This time, I didn't dodge. Instead, I channel my goon energy into my fists, coating them in a pearlescent white aura. As the claws descend, I meet them head-on with a thunderous punch.
*WHITE SPLASH: FIST OF A THOUSAND STROKES!*
Our attacks collide with a deafening boom that shakes the entire cave. Rocks fall from the ceiling as the shockwave ripples outward. For a moment, we're locked in a stalemate, neither giving an inch, our energies battling for dominance.
Then, with a mighty heave, I push forward, breaking through its guard and sending it flying backward. It crashes into the cave wall with enough force to create a small crater, dust and debris clouding the air.
"You're stronger than I expected, little brother," it says, emerging from the dust cloud with only minor injuries. "But I'm just getting started."
It charges at me again, this time moving in a zigzag pattern that makes it difficult to track. I try to follow its movements, but it's too fast. Suddenly, it disappears from my sight.
"Behind you!" one of the goonatars warns in my mind.
I spin around just in time to see the dinosaur's jaws opening wide, ready to clamp down on my shoulder. I raise my arm to block, but I'm too slow. Its teeth sink into my flesh, drawing blood.
Pain shoots through my body, but I don't falter. Instead, I grab its head with my free hand and channel my goon energy once more.
"WHITE SPLASH: EXPLOSIVE RELEASE!"
A concentrated burst of energy erupts from my palm, blasting the dinosaur away from me. It tumbles across the cave floor, disoriented but still conscious.
I clutch my wounded shoulder, feeling the warm blood seeping through my fingers. The pain is intense, but I can already feel the goon energy working to heal the injury. Within seconds, the bleeding stops, and the wound begins to close.
"Regeneration," I mutter, remembering Helmuth's words. "So this is your power."
The dinosaur staggers to its feet, looking impressed despite itself. "You heal quickly, little brother. Most would be crippled by such a bite."
"I'm not most people," I reply, flexing my healed shoulder. "Now, shall we continue?"
It grins, its toothy maw stretching wide in a grotesque display. "With pleasure."
We charge at each other once more, the cave echoing with the sounds of our battle. Each blow we exchange is more powerful than the last, our energies growing stronger with each passing moment.
But as the fight drags on, I notice something strange. The dinosaur's movements are becoming more erratic, its attacks more desperate. Its breathing is labored, and there's a wild look in its eyes that wasn't there before.
"What's happening to it?" I wonder, dodging another frenzied swipe.
"It's losing control," Isaac Newton's voice echoes in my mind. "Its cultivation is unstable. If it continues like this, it will self-destruct."
"Self-destruct?" I repeat, alarmed. "You mean it'll explode?"
"Worse," Robert Chesebrough adds. "Its dantian will rupture, releasing all of its stored energy at once. The resulting explosion could collapse the entire cave system."
I look at the dinosaur with new eyes, seeing the signs of its impending doom. Its scales are starting to glow with an unnatural light, and cracks are appearing in its hide, leaking a bluish energy.
"I need to end this now," I decide, channeling all of my goon energy into one final attack.
The dinosaur sees me preparing and does the same, gathering what remains of its power for one last desperate assault.
"HEAVEN SHATTERING CLAW!" it roars, lunging at me with blinding speed.
"WHITE SPLASH: ULTIMATE CLIMAX!" I counter, meeting its charge head-on.
Our attacks collide with catastrophic force. The cave shudders violently, the ceiling beginning to collapse as the shockwave tears through the rock. For a moment, everything is chaos—falling rocks, blinding light, deafening noise.
Then, darkness.
When I come to, I'm buried under a pile of rubble. My entire body aches, and I can taste blood in my mouth. With a groan, I push the rocks off me and sit up, surveying the damage.
The cave is gone, replaced by a massive crater. Sunlight streams down from above, illuminating the destruction. And there, a few meters away, lies the dinosaur, still and unmoving.
I crawl over to it, checking for signs of life. To my surprise, it's still breathing, though just barely. Its scales have lost their luster, and its once-fearsome claws are now dull and broken.
"You... won..." it whispers, opening one eye to look at me. "Finish... it..."
I raise my hand, ready to deliver the final blow, but something stops me. Perhaps it's the pitiful state of my opponent, or maybe it's the grudging respect I've developed for its fighting spirit. Whatever the reason, I can't bring myself to kill it.
"No," I say, lowering my hand. "The fight's over. You're no threat to me anymore."
It chuckles weakly, blood bubbling from its mouth. "Mercy... is... weakness..."
"Maybe," I shrug. "Or maybe it's strength. Either way, I'm not killing you today."
I sit back, exhausted but satisfied. The sunlight feels good on my skin after the darkness of the cave. For a moment, there's peace.
Then, a shadow falls over us.
I look up to see a massive figure blocking the sun, its silhouette unmistakably human-like but impossibly large. As my eyes adjust, I make out more details—flowing robes, a majestic beard, and eyes that glow with an inner light.
"Interesting," the figure says, its voice resonating with power. "Very interesting indeed."
"Who... are you?" I ask, struggling to my feet.
The figure smiles, a gesture that somehow makes the air around us vibrate with energy.
"I am the one who has been watching you, young gooner. The one who has been waiting for someone like you to appear in this world."
It extends a hand, and suddenly, I feel a pull—not physical, but something deeper, as if my very soul is being tugged toward this being.
"Come," it says. "There is much for you to learn, and time is short."
Before I can respond, a blinding light engulfs us both, and the world around me dissolves into nothingness.
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DINOSAUR POV
As consciousness slowly returns to me, I find myself in darkness, pain radiating through every scale of my body. The last thing I remember is the human's attack—that devastating "WHITE SPLASH: ULTIMATE CLIMAX"—and then nothing.
I try to move, but agony shoots through my limbs. My once-proud claws are shattered, my scales cracked and dull. Even breathing sends waves of torment through my chest. This is humiliation beyond anything I've ever experienced.
"Pathetic," I whisper to myself, tasting blood on my tongue. "Defeated by a mere human."
And yet... There was something different about this human. Something powerful. Something ancient. The way his energy flowed, the techniques he used—they weren't from this world. No ordinary human could harness such power.
I remember his mercy, how he refused to deliver the final blow. In our world, such compassion would be seen as weakness, but there was strength in his decision, a confidence that spoke volumes about his character.
"Perhaps... there is something to learn from him," I muse, wincing as I shift slightly.
A sudden movement catches my attention. I'm not alone in this darkness. Something—or someone—is approaching.
"Who's there?" I call out, my voice weak but defiant.
A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing, with features that remind me of the human I fought, yet somehow... different. Older. Wiser. More dangerous.
"You fought well, creature," the figure says, its voice deep and resonant. "Few can stand against a gooner of his caliber, even for a short time."
"Gooner?" I repeat, the unfamiliar term rolling strangely off my tongue.
The figure smiles, a cold, calculating expression that sends shivers down my spine.
"Yes. A practitioner of an ancient art, far older and more powerful than your primitive cultivation techniques."
I bristle at the insult but say nothing. I'm in no position to challenge this being.
"What... do you want with me?" I ask instead.
The figure kneels beside me, examining my wounds with clinical detachment.
"I have use for someone like you. Someone who has tasted defeat at the hands of a gooner and lived to tell the tale. Someone who can serve as... motivation."
"I serve no one," I growl, attempting to rise despite the pain.
The figure places a hand on my chest, pushing me back down with effortless strength.
"You misunderstand. I'm not asking."
A strange energy begins to flow from its hand into my body, both soothing and burning at the same time. My wounds start to heal, but something else is happening too—something is changing within me, reshaping me from the inside out.
"What are you doing to me?" I gasp, panic rising in my throat.
The figure's smile widens, revealing teeth that gleam unnaturally in the darkness.
"Improving you. Making you worthy of the task ahead."
I want to resist, to fight back, but the energy flowing into me is overwhelming, drowning out my thoughts, my will, my very essence.
"Rest now," the figure says, its voice growing distant as darkness claims me once more. "When you wake, you will be reborn. And then, the real work begins."
As consciousness slips away, one thought remains clear in my mind: I will find that human again. And when I do, things will be very different.
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UNKNOWN POV
I watch from the shadows as the light fades, leaving behind nothing but an empty crater where the young gooner and the dinosaur once stood.
"So, he has made his move," I mutter, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "Earlier than expected."
My assistant materializes beside me, her feline features sharp with concern. "Should we intervene, master?"
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "Not yet. Let them play their games for now. It will make their eventual downfall all the more satisfying."
I turn away from the crater, my robes billowing around me despite the absence of wind. "Besides, my son has much to learn before he's ready to face the truth. And who better to teach him than the very beings who will ultimately betray him?"
My assistant falls into step beside me, her tail swishing anxiously. "And what of Shaddai? He stirs."
"Let him stir," I reply dismissively. "When the time comes, all the pieces will fall into place. For now, we watch, we wait, and we prepare."
I cast one final glance at the crater, my eyes narrowing with determination. "The game has only just begun."
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I stand at the edge of the crater, surveying the aftermath of my son's battle. Pride swells within me, though I'm careful not to let it show on my face. He's progressing faster than I anticipated, already tapping into powers that took me years to master.
"Like father, like son," I murmur, a rare smile tugging at my lips.
My assistant approaches, her movements silent as always. "The goonatars have taken him," she reports, her voice neutral but her eyes betraying her concern.
"As expected," I nod. "They'll train him, shape him, make him believe he's their chosen one. And all the while, they'll have no idea they're preparing my greatest weapon."
I kneel, running my fingers through the dirt where my son last stood. I can still feel traces of his energy, raw and unrefined but undeniably powerful. The white aura, a perfect blend of all the gooner spirits—it's exactly as I hoped.
"What of the dinosaur creature?" my assistant asks, scanning the area with her keen eyes.
"Taken by my brother, no doubt," I reply, standing once more. "He always did have a fondness for collecting broken things and reshaping them to his will."
I look up at the sky, watching as dark clouds gather on the horizon. A storm is coming, both literally and figuratively.
"It's time we accelerated our plans," I decide. "Contact Shaddai. Tell him the time has come to awaken fully."
My assistant bows deeply. "As you command, master."
As she disappears to carry out my orders, I remain at the crater's edge, lost in thought. The pieces are moving faster than anticipated, the players revealing their hands earlier than I expected. But that's fine. I've always been adaptable.
"Enjoy your time with the goonatars, my son," I whisper to the wind. "Learn all you can from them. And when the time comes, remember who your true family is."
With that, I turn and walk away, leaving no trace of my presence behind. The game is changing, but the end result will be the same.
Victory. At any cost.
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MC POV
I float in a void of swirling colors, neither awake nor asleep, neither alive nor dead. Time has no meaning here, and space is a concept too limited to describe this place.
Voices whisper around me, some familiar, others strange and new. The goonatars, I realize, are speaking to each other, debating my fate.
"He's not ready," one argues. Isaac Newton, I think. "The power is too raw, too unstable."
"We don't have time for him to be ready," another counters. Helmuth's childish tone is unmistakable. "The threat is moving faster than we anticipated."
"What threat?" I try to ask, but my voice makes no sound in this place.
"He hears us," a third voice observes. Robert Chesebrough. "His consciousness is stronger than we expected."
"Good," a fourth voice says, one I've never heard clearly before. It's deep, authoritative, ancient. The red goonatar, I realize with a start. "Then he can begin to understand."
Suddenly, images flood my mind—memories that aren't mine, experiences I've never had. I see worlds beyond imagination, civilizations rising and falling, beings of immense power battling across the cosmos.
And through it all, a thread connects everything: gooning. Not just the act I knew, but something deeper, more profound—a fundamental force of the universe itself, a power that transcends physical reality.
"What is this?" I manage to ask, my thoughts finally forming words in this strange realm.
"The truth," the red goonatar answers. "Or at least, a fraction of it. All that your mind can comprehend for now."
"Why show me this?"
"Because you need to understand what you're part of, what you're fighting for. The power you wield isn't just yours—it belongs to all of us, to the very fabric of existence itself."
"And the threat?"
A pause, heavy with significance.
"There are those who would use this power for their own ends, who would destroy the balance we've maintained for eons. Your father is one such being."
"My father?" Shock ripples through me. "What does he have to do with this?"
"More than you know," Helmuth interjects. "But that's a truth for another time. For now, you need to focus on mastering your abilities."
"And what about the dinosaur? What happens to it?"
"Its fate is no longer tied to yours," Robert says. "Other forces have claimed it for their own purposes."
Before I can ask more, the void begins to shift, colors swirling faster, voices fading.
"It's time," the red goonatar announces. "Remember what you've seen here, what you've learned. The path ahead is dangerous, but you won't walk it alone."
"Wait!" I call out as everything starts to dissolve. "I still have questions!"
"And you'll have answers," Isaac promises. "But first, you must wake up."
The void collapses around me, and suddenly I'm falling, plummeting through layers of reality, back toward consciousness.
"Wake up," the voices echo. "Wake up and embrace your destiny."
With a gasp, my eyes fly open, and I find myself in a place I've never seen before—a chamber of white marble, with symbols carved into the walls that seem to shift and change as I look at them.
I sit up, expecting pain from my injuries, but my body feels whole, stronger even than before. Looking down, I see my clothes have been replaced with robes of shimmering white, embroidered with symbols similar to those on the walls.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," a voice says.
I turn to see a figure standing in the doorway—the same imposing being who appeared at the crater, though now I can see him clearly. He's tall, with skin like polished bronze and eyes that shift between all colors of the rainbow. His beard is white as snow, and his robes are a deep, rich purple.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice steadier than I expected.
The figure smiles, and the room seems to brighten in response.
"I am Akira, the First Gooner, keeper of the White Temple, and guardian of the ancient ways. And you, my young friend, are the key to saving everything we hold dear."
He extends a hand toward me, his expression solemn yet kind.
"Are you ready to begin your true training?"
I take a deep breath, thinking of all I've seen and learned in that strange void. Whatever destiny awaits me, whatever truth lies behind my father's involvement in all this, I know one thing for certain: I can't face it unprepared.
With resolve hardening in my chest, I take his hand.
"I'm ready."
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In the deepest chamber of a mountain forgotten by time, a sarcophagus of black jade begins to crack. Thin lines spread across its surface like a spider's web, glowing with an eerie blue light that illuminates the otherwise pitch-black chamber.
Inside, a being stirs for the first time in centuries. Consciousness returns slowly at first, then all at once—a flood of memories, sensations, and power that has been dormant for far too long.
Shaddai opens his eyes, the irises glowing with the same blue light as the cracks in his prison. With a single thought, the sarcophagus shatters, fragments of jade exploding outward before disintegrating into dust.
He rises, his movements fluid despite centuries of stillness. His body, once human but now something far more, adjusts quickly to being awake once more. Power courses through him, filling every cell, every fiber of his being.
"Nine hundred years," he murmurs, his voice resonating in the empty chamber. "Nine hundred years of dreams and nightmares, of planning and waiting."
He flexes his hands, watching as blue energy crackles between his fingers. His power has returned, just as the prophecy foretold. All that remains is to enact the vengeance he has meticulously planned for nearly a millennium.
"Helmuth," he says the name like a curse, hatred dripping from each syllable. "Your days are numbered."
A presence at the entrance to the chamber draws his attention. A figure stands there, cloaked in shadows, only the gleam of feline eyes visible in the darkness.
"My master sends his regards," the figure says, stepping forward to reveal a woman with distinctly cat-like features. "And a message: The time has come."
Shaddai narrows his eyes, suspicious. "Your master? And who might that be?"
The cat woman smiles, her fangs glinting in the blue light. "One who shares your hatred of the Helmuth. One who has been watching and waiting, just as you have. One who offers an alliance against our common enemy."
"I work alone," Shaddai replies coldly. "I need no allies in my quest for vengeance."
"Perhaps," she concedes with a graceful shrug. "But consider this: alone, you failed once before. Together, we can ensure that doesn't happen again."
The words sting, but Shaddai cannot deny their truth. His defeat at Helmuth's hands still burns in his memory, a humiliation he has relived countless times during his long imprisonment.
"What does your master propose?" he asks finally, curiosity overcoming his pride.
The cat woman's smile widens. "A meeting. Nothing more, nothing less. Hear what he has to say, then decide if our goals align."
Shaddai considers this for a long moment, weighing the risks against the potential benefits. Finally, he nods.
"Very well. Lead the way."
As they leave the chamber, Shaddai casts one last look at the shattered remains of his prison. Nine hundred years of waiting, planning, dreaming of revenge. Now, finally, the time for action has come.
And this time, he will not fail.
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In a realm between realms, where reality bends to the will of its inhabitants, a man sits cross-legged on a floating island of crystalline rock. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady, but his mind is far from at rest.
He is watching, observing the movements of players across multiple planes of existence. His brother, his nephew, the goonatars, Shaddai, and countless other pieces in a game so complex that only a handful of beings in all of creation could comprehend it.
"Interesting," he murmurs, opening his eyes. They glow with an inner light, shifting between all colors imaginable. "Everyone is moving exactly as predicted."
He stands, his movements graceful and precise. With a wave of his hand, a portal opens before him, showing the White Temple where his nephew now resides.
"The First Gooner takes him under his wing," he observes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just as planned."
Another wave, and the portal shifts to show Shaddai following the cat woman through a mountain pass.
"My brother reaches out to the fallen god," he notes. "A predictable move, but effective nonetheless."
A third wave, and the portal reveals his brother standing at the edge of a crater, looking thoughtful.
"And the puppet master himself, pulling strings while believing himself unseen."
He closes the portal with a casual flick of his wrist, then turns to face the creature standing silently behind him—the transformed dinosaur, now standing upright, its form more humanoid though still unmistakably reptilian. Its scales gleam with a metallic sheen, and its eyes glow with an intelligence that wasn't there before.
"Are you ready for your role in all this?" he asks the creature.
The dinosaur bows deeply, its movements fluid and graceful despite its bulk. "Yes, master. I live to serve your will."
"Good," the man nods, satisfied. "You will be my eyes and ears in places I cannot go, my hand when direct intervention is required. The bond you formed with my nephew, however briefly, will prove useful in the days to come."
"And my reward?" the dinosaur asks, its voice a low rumble.
The man smiles, though the expression doesn't reach his eyes. "Power beyond your wildest dreams. Revenge against those who humiliated you. And a place at my side when the new order is established."
The dinosaur's eyes gleam with ambition and satisfaction. "Then I am yours to command, master."
"Excellent," the man turns back to gaze out over his floating domain, hands clasped behind his back. "The game grows more interesting by the moment. My brother thinks himself the grand strategist, the goonatars believe themselves the guardians of an ancient power, and my nephew... well, he's still learning his place in all this."
He chuckles, a sound that sends ripples through the very fabric of reality around them.
"Let them play their games, make their moves. In the end, only one will remain standing. And it will not be them."
With a gesture, he opens another portal, this one leading to Earth—not the prehistoric version his nephew found himself in, but the modern world, teeming with billions of unsuspecting humans.
"It's time to set the next phase in motion," he declares. "Go, prepare yourself. Your first mission begins soon."
The dinosaur bows once more, then turns and leaves, its footsteps echoing in the crystalline chamber.
Alone once more, the man gazes through the portal at the planet that was once his home, his expression unreadable.
"Soon," he promises the unseen world. "Soon, everything changes."
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(Will the MC survive in this new world? Find out on the next episode of DC: White Splash)
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The very talented and beautiful authors and editors that participated!!! (lobotomized authors and editors)
TheGamer9167 (Still likes femboys)
Jashane (I did nothing this chapter i just wanna be included in this)
Melatonin ( I filled in some plot holes)
Flower (Slept for a night and chapter 5 & 6 were already completed)