In the Himalayas,
the tremors grew stronger and the roar of the beast reached its peak.
The battlefield, now ruined and torn apart, seemed to reflect the state it was in before the fight even began.
Both the Yeti and the members of the squad were breathing heavily, staring at each other with caution and anger, as if each side believed they were the true victims.
The Yeti appeared with an anxious expression. He had realized—too late—that these humans were also evolving in battle, while he himself had suffered heavy losses. Now he no longer knew what to do.
The Assassin, his face marked with wounds, smiled and said:
— Finally… this beast has consumed everything around him and no longer knows how to deal with us.
The Leader replied:
— That may be true, but in the end, we no longer have enough energy to continue.
He then turned to the Archer and asked:
— How much time is left?
She answered weakly, her voice filled with exhaustion. Her strength was mental, and the excessive use of "Ba" energy had left her in a dangerous state. If the beast struck her, she would be the first to die.
— Only thirty seconds remain.
Their breaths were heavy, as if those thirty seconds were the last of their lives.
The squad members all smiled, then turned their gazes toward the beast with scorn.
The Yeti, unsettled, felt that something was about to happen. He tried to act, but the squad didn't give him the chance.
They struck at the same moment. The Leader moved swiftly, his sword slashing and blocking as it cut through the Yeti's arms.
The Assassin pierced his vital points, causing maximum damage.
The Defender rushed to shield the Archer, knowing she was the weakest physically, while the Archer unleashed the last of her mental strength, firing arrows with both power and precision.
With strike after strike, the beast realized these creatures were attacking without fear for their lives, as if this were their final moment.
He felt something was terribly wrong. No matter how strong a battle, it had never driven him to this level of despair—this was the resolve of a suicidal assault.
Yet, despite everything, the Yeti had only recently awakened and was still far from his full strength.
The pressure was overwhelming, on both the squad and the beast.
And then, suddenly, the floating metal orb in the sky—watching and recording everything—turned its eyes red, activating the alarm.
The squad smiled and leapt backward with all their strength, abandoning their focus on the beast.
The Yeti's face filled with confusion.
— Why are these small creatures running away?
Relieved, he smiled, glad to finally rest. If the battle had continued, he surely would have died.
But his expression quickly twisted into rage as he realized he had been deceived.
Four new figures appeared, rushing in to take the squad's place. They attacked the Yeti with overwhelming strength and speed, leaving him paralyzed and helpless.
The former squad disappeared, reappearing in the place where those people were before fought the beast now.
The Assassin, connected to a healing device, spoke with both joy and sorrow:
— Truly, I love the state of battle. Every time I think about Egypt's strategies and the idea of this "battle system," I feel grateful to them.
The Leader answered with bitterness:
— And I cannot deny it. Egypt's methods are truly remarkable. They made all nations grateful to them, even willing to defend them. While the other factions and countries only fight for themselves, Egypt united everyone.
He sighed deeply:
— Egypt played its hand well. They hid nothing, ruled no one directly, but protected everyone. Competition rose among the nations and factions, yet in the end, people realized Egypt was the best to lead humanity. And they never disappointed anyone.
— It seemed they weren't ruling… but in truth, they were. They shaped us, they changed us.
The Defender chuckled:
— You all know we're not Egyptians. We're from other nations, from places that suffered the most. And every intelligent human knows this truth. Alone, we may be clever… but together, we're weak in thought. We doubt each other, conspire against one another. That's why everyone says: "It's better for Egypt to rule."
The Archer, drained of strength, spoke softly:
— Now that Shaman, the strongest of the three factions, has ordered us to hunt the Yeti for their own research… At least Shaman is better than the Trainers of the Immortals.
Everyone froze, anger flashing in their eyes as memories of the past surfaced.
The Assassin spoke with grief, almost breaking down, but held himself together with a bitter laugh:
— The Immortal Trainees… it was good when they lost the last tournament, falling from first place to third. I was truly happy. They were furious, but the best part was that they lost because of their own mistakes—not anyone else's.
Laughter erupted among the squad at the memory.
The Defender sneered:
— They're truly fools. Everyone knows there's no such thing as an "Energy Core" in the second stage of the Haka system. But they refused to believe it. They tried forcing Ba or Ka into a so-called energy core, like the myths of old China and their outdated paths.
— And what happened? They exploded. They destroyed everything.
— Yes, the second stage is called "Inner Energy," but that doesn't mean absorbing energy and storing it inside a core. Ba and Ka energies are different—they're not static, not accumulative. If they gather, they repel and explode, just like physical particles.
— But they didn't listen. They didn't care. Even after seeing the disasters their actions caused, they never stopped. They kidnapped the best Haka users—Knights, Heroes, Hunters—but they couldn't reach the Mujahideen. They killed many, sent us on deadly missions, and countless lives were lost. When Adl intervened, many of them were destroyed, killed, and exposed for their crimes.
The Defender asked bitterly:
— Why? Why didn't they ever listen to the warnings?
The squad fell silent, sighing. They already knew the truth, but regret always forced them to recall it again and again.
They turned their eyes back to the Yeti's desperate fight against the new squad.
They thought of how he fought desperately to defend his land, while humans fought for themselves—for resources, and even for the sake of the world.
Each of them had come here for their own reasons. The Yeti had his as well.
Everyone has a reason. But no matter what, the Law of the Jungle always prevails.
The lion hunts the gazelle for food. The gazelle just wants to live peacefully with its herd. Both have reasons, but only one survives. The rest of the gazelles flee—for their own reasons too. And so, they also "win."
If the lion doesn't eat, the gazelle population will rise, the grasslands will be destroyed, and nature's balance will collapse.
The Law of the Jungle may look chaotic and unorganized, but in truth, it completes the greater picture: the forest.
This is the simple definition of the Law of the Jungle: every individual has a reason, but those reasons always serve the greater system.
A beautiful law… yet terrifying.
Next Stop: The Heir of the Ancient Haka Users.
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