Felix lunges at the wooden figure, but it strikes him with brutal force, mirroring his own movements with uncanny precision—like a predator consuming his technique and twisting it into something deadlier. The figure mocks his limp with perfect, cruel mimicry. "FUCK!" Felix howls, blood trickling from his lip. "That shattered something!" Dex's eyes narrow. "I TOLD you to wait," he hisses through clenched teeth. Felix spits red. "Nothing good comes from hesitating in trials. I did what was necessary." Dex falls silent, his mind racing. "I've got it," he whispers, stalking forward exactly seven calculated steps. "Grab my figure's leg. NOW." Felix seizes it, and instantly his wooden doppelgänger mirrors him, trapping Dex's figure in its grip. As Dex darts behind the immobilized figure, the white room vibrates with an otherworldly voice: "TASK COMPLETED. CLAIMING REWARDS."
"Low-level Awakening Syringe granted," the voice announces as a glowing vial materializes. Felix snatches it, eyes wild. "HOLY SHIT! Remember that power awakening I told you about? The one that grand power at chance of being rarer than getting struck by lightning while winning the lottery? THIS IS IT!" His voice cracks with intensity. "Don't use it unless death is LITERALLY clawing at your throat—when you've got NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE." Dex reaches for the syringe—then collapses. His consciousness plummets into darkness where a white-haired child awaits, eyes haunted. "You're hurt again?" the child whispers, trembling. "My owner—" voice breaking, "—tried to MURDER me while VIOLATING me. I survived only because of YOU!" The child's face contorts with desperate resolve. "If I die, YOU DIE. That's why I'm sacrificing my ############## to HIM , the ****** for your blessing. These memories—they'll be GONE." Dex's scream dies in his throat as he jolts awake to Felix's panicked face. "CHRIST! Thought you'd DIED right in front of me! Don't do that to your savior, kid. Got food and healing syringes too from the rewards."
"Take them all. I don't need your charity," Dex growls, shoving the syringes away. "Let's get the hell out of this nightmare." "Wait!" Felix grabs Dex's arm, his fingers digging in. "One last question." Dex wrenches free. "Not here. This white room—it's watching us." Felix's jaw clenches as he bellows at the ceiling, "WE WANT OUT! NOW!" The disembodied voice booms back, vibrating their bones: "CONFIRM RETURN TO TESTING ZONE #F03121232107?" "YES, DAMN YOU!" Felix roars. The air splits open, a doorway tearing through reality. They stumble through, vision blackening, then crash onto forest soil. Felix's eyes gleam. "Let me join you. I can—" A thunderous impact cuts him off as something human-shaped plummets from the sky, cratering the earth. Dirt and splinters explode outward. A mountain of a man—seven feet of corded muscle—rises from the destruction, blood streaming from his unbroken skin. "Pathetic landing protocol," he spits. His eyes lock onto them, cold as a predator's. "Residents of #F03121232107?" Before Dex can breathe, Felix steps forward. "We are. And you—you're the King Slayer. Ynol the Great." A smile flickers across Ynol's face. "Nothing great about it." His arm blurs—impossibly fast—and Felix's head separates from his body in a spray of crimson, still wearing its look of recognition as it tumbles to the ground.