The Janitor's Workday
The Five-Armed Man exhaled, his breath a pale mist in the void. "Ah... this is warm. I'd guess it's only -130 to -200 degrees. Quite a cozy temperature for a graveyard."
A group of Icerian elites lunged from the shadows, their knives carved from the hearts of frozen stars. They struck his back, but the sound was like glass hitting a mountain. The knives shattered into useless fragments.
"Toys made of leaves and wood," he mocked, his voice a dry rasp.
In a single, fluid motion, he drew his Five-Headed Trident. One swing. A silver arc of energy sliced through a thousand soldiers, turning them into a fine mist. He didn't stop. He raised his secondary arm and struck his Cosmic Drum just once.
BOOM.
A shockwave of red lightning erupted, traveling through the planet's crust. In three seconds, Universe 78's home planet disintegrated into a cloud of rubble. He looked up at the fleet of 778,781 Motherships heading toward Animan Planet. He raised his Trident.
A Red Portal tore open. Massive Black Chains surged out, wrapping around the entire fleet. With a casual flick of his wrist, the chains tightened, and the massive ships were sliced into millions of microscopic pieces.
He stepped into a new galaxy where the Icerians were waiting with heavy-hitting Urza-cannons. They fired everything. The smoke cleared, revealing the Five-Armed Man standing perfectly still, his evil grin widening.
"Come to me, you toys."
He moved. In the blink of an eye, he delivered a BLACKFLASH to every commander—a red-aura-infused punch that bypassed their physical forms and shattered their souls. When the long-range units fired, he simply let his core glow. It shifted from Red to a piercing, lethal Blue.
"Ice types... you're weak to fire, right?"
He released a solar-flare from his chest, incinerating the entire right flank. Then, the Icerians unleashed their trump card: a Golden-Black Phoenix with 74 feathers of pure solar-void.
"Oh? You unleashed the 4th Strongest Phoenix you captured? If the Duke knew, he'd be mad... if he's still alive," the Five-Armed Man chuckled.
The Phoenix lunged. The Man stopped time. His "phone" (a red glowing device) rang. He looked at the screen: BUSY RIGHT NOW. CALL BACK NEVER. He resumed time, landed a punch with his lower-left hand, and vaporized the Phoenix's left wing.
Finally, he removed his eyepatch, revealing his 3rd Eye—a red, bird-shaped pupil. The eye glowed. He didn't kill the Phoenix; he commanded it. The Phoenix turned, opened its maw, and fired a Blackhole Beam that consumed the entire universe.
CLIFFHANGER:
Back on Animan, the snow stopped. The Duke stood on the ground. Mufasa stood before him. The King vs. The King.