Chatgpt, Grok and Seaart
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Jack Kadere had a natural ability to disrupt the atmosphere. A moment ago, Hippolyta's words had stirred the fighting spirit of everyone present, but with a single sentence, Jack deflated it completely.
Even Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, fell silent.
Diana—Wonder Woman—glared at him, ready to speak, when suddenly several black tentacles lashed out without warning.
The Vulcan Sword gleamed as it slashed through the air.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The tentacles were severed instantly.
The blade, forged by the god Hephaestus himself, was no ordinary weapon. A sword that could cut even at the sub-atomic level—worthy of bearing the name of the god who crafted it.
But even as the tentacles fell away, the real danger had already arrived.
The First Born surged forward, hatred blazing in his eyes.
For seven thousand years, the First Born had clawed his way out from the depths of the Earth's core, carrying with him a monstrous rage. At first, his only desire was to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his—the throne of Olympus. But that goal had long since twisted. Now he wanted nothing less than to destroy everything: gods, mortals, and the world itself.
Once, no man and no god had been his equal. But then Jack Kadere had appeared.
Jack was no god, yet he wielded the power of one, even power capable of slaying gods.
The First Born had lost.
Utterly.
And yet, in his defeat, he had found victory of a different kind. Dragged back to Olympus by Apollo, the First Born had endured torment at the sun god's hands—an attempt to break his will. But instead, he killed Apollo. He killed the gods of Olympus one by one. His fury and his hunger made him stronger. Strong enough to slay Poseidon, Lord of the Seas. Strong enough to slay Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Even Cassandra, who had once followed him, fell to his rage.
And now, having grown countless times more powerful, he had come here.
To kill.
"Die!" the First Born roared, his fists crashing forward like missiles powerful enough to destroy anything in their path.
Boom!
When the fists met, the ground shook violently. The impact sent Jack Kadere skidding backward, gouging two deep trenches into the earth as his heels tore across the stone. He slid more than ten meters before finally coming to a halt.
The onlookers—Diana, Hera, Firestorm—all gasped in shock.
Especially Diana.
This was the first time she had seen Jack lose in raw strength. To her, it seemed impossible.
Jack shook out his arm casually, though the bone was fractured. The injury was already healing, the cracks mending in mere seconds.
"So… about five times?" Jack tilted his head, his expression calm, almost amused. "Your strength has increased fivefold since our last fight. Let me guess… you devoured the flesh and blood of the gods to gain this boost, didn't you? It couldn't have been their divine Origin. That doesn't quite work for the Old Gods. With the rise of the New Gods, the Old can barely hold onto their own power, let alone pass it on."
His smile sharpened. "No, this is your own twisted ability. A freak among the Old Gods. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if the Source itself didn't intend for you to be its weapon… a tool to wipe out the Old Gods."
"No one uses me!" the First Born bellowed, though there was confusion in his voice.
Jack shrugged. "Even if you were being used, you'd never know. Now then… shall we call this Round Two?"
"Die!"
With another roar, the First Born charged again.
Jack didn't flinch. He didn't even brace himself. He simply stretched his arm lazily, as though warming up, and then struck forward with casual precision.
"Infinite Stacking—ten times."
BOOM!
The impact cracked the air itself, a violent shockwave exploding outward like a hurricane tearing through the battlefield. Trees bent and snapped, rubble was hurled like paper, and the Amazons clutched their weapons against the gale.
Firstborn's body was launched backwards like a cannonball, smashing through a distant mountainside. The stone groaned and collapsed in an avalanche, burying him under tons of rock.
"You… you…" Diana gasped, the Vulcan Sword driven into the ground to anchor her balance. Her wide eyes fixed on Jack, her voice trembling.
"You didn't really think I'd lose, did you? That's not much of a joke." Jack chuckled, brushing dust off his sleeve as if nothing had happened. "The only reason I let him push me earlier was to gauge how much his strength had multiplied. Once I had the number, I hit back harder. Twice, five times—it doesn't matter. I can stack it higher. Why play the weakling when I'm already stronger?"
Diana's lips parted, but she had no words.
Jack had no interest in theatrics. Pretending to be weaker than he was? That kind of trick only impressed strangers. Everyone here already knew his power. Flaunting it meant nothing.
Last time, he had crushed Firstborn with double strength. Now Firstborn had multiplied his might fivefold. Jack responded by amplifying tenfold—utterly overwhelming him.
The sound of shifting rubble cracked through the battlefield.
From the ruins of the mountain, Firstborn clawed his way out, his body disheveled, eyes burning with hatred. With a snarl, he shot forward, faster than before.
BANG!
Jack's counterpunch sent him reeling.
Firstborn roared, swinging wildly again.
BANG!
Another punch. Another retreat.
Again. And again.
Jack stood there unmoved, his stance solid as though he were at batting practice, casually knocking Firstborn away each time. His fists struck with unshakable rhythm, each blow louder, each counter more humiliating.
Finally, Jack glanced at Diana and said flatly, "If I were you, I'd deal with the monsters first. This one's just batting practice."
Diana blinked, startled, then snapped out of her trance. "Ah!" She turned and sprinted to the battlefield where the Amazons were still locked in combat against hordes of abominations.
And just like that, the tide shifted.
Where Hippolyta's command had given the Amazons determination, Jack's domination of Firstborn gave them hope. It was more than strategy—it was psychological. Seeing the so-called Firstborn of the Gods beaten so casually filled their hearts with fire. They felt unstoppable, and their strikes grew sharper, their battle cries louder.
But humiliation was a fuel of its own.
Knocked down again and again, Firstborn's fury reached a breaking point. His roar shook the heavens as his body warped. The grotesque tentacles on his back writhed, twisting and splitting until they unfurled into a pair of massive demonic wings. Energy crackled, black as void, as he began absorbing life itself from the world around him.
The sky dimmed. The air thickened. The very ground trembled as if recoiling from his presence.
Jack tilted his head, unimpressed. "A power-up, huh?"
Firstborn's face contorted with madness. "I will break you!"
Jack sighed. "I hate when people try to cheat halfway through a fight. Let me guess—you think you're the end of the world now? That you can snuff out everything?" He raised his fist. "That's cute. Reality is Cruel."
The air grew heavy as Jack clenched his hand. His body thrummed with energy, the ground cracking beneath his feet.
"Infinite Stacking—fifty times."
His eyes hardened. "I… Am Your Reality!"
BOOOOOOOM!
Their fists collided, and in that instant, Firstborn's arm crumpled like glass under a hammer. The shock tore through his body, unraveling him from the inside out.
With a final, echoing detonation, the Firstborn of the Gods exploded, fragments of his form scattering into nothingness.
The battlefield fell silent, save for the stunned gasps of Amazons who could scarcely believe what they had seen.
Jack exhaled slowly, lowering his fist. "And that's that."