CHAPTER 1: THE SCAR OF THE EYE
Ten-year-old John Ewend was sitting in his house when suddenly he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find a strange man standing there, his flesh dripping and melting. The man grabbed John and threw him aside with terrifying strength. John's mother and father rushed to protect their son, but the stranger shed his human disguise, revealing a body made of raw, pulsing flesh covered in dozens of unblinking eyes.
The monster set the house ablaze. John Ewend successfully escaped the fire, but his parents did not. Standing in the darkness, watching his home turn to ash, John knew that a flesh monster was out there, and he vowed to take his revenge.
As he grew up, John prepared himself for the coming war. He mastered various martial arts to harden his body and pushed himself through rigorous IQ tests to sharpen his mind, ensuring he would be ready to face the creature that destroyed his life.
Years later, while walking through a remote mountain range, John heard a wet, rhythmic noise that sent a chill down his spine—it was the same sound the flesh monster had made years ago. He followed the noise to a dark cave, where a creature that looked like a flesh-made human emerged. John was gripped by fear, but his training took over. He pulled out his knife and gun, fighting the beast until it lay dead at his feet.
However, John knew this was not his true enemy. With multiple reports of people going missing all over the world, he realized that this creature was just a small part of a much larger horror. Someone, or something, was behind it all, and the real battle was only just beginning.
CHAPTER 2: THE FLESH OF THE BEAST
After the encounter in the cave, a terrifying realization set in: the more people that went missing, the more powerful the entity behind the horror became. John noticed another dark pattern in the local reports—it wasn't just people; wolves and dogs had been disappearing for weeks.
"This can't be happening!" John whispered, his mind racing. "He is creating an army out of living things to defeat humanity. I need people to believe me!"
But his warnings fell on deaf ears. No one believed that a flesh army was rising.
The mysterious entity decided to eliminate the only man who knew the truth. He sent a nightmare to hunt him: the Flesh Werewolf. It was a creature of raw, pulsing muscle that could regenerate instantly, sprouting new limbs from its gore whenever it was wounded. It was an unstoppable killing machine.
John Ewend fought with everything he had. He gripped his knife and gun, but the bullets and blades did nothing against a monster that could rebuild itself in seconds. Terror gripped him as he realized he was outmatched. He tried to run, but the werewolf was faster. It lunged, its massive claws sinking into John, and dragged his body through the darkness to the Mastermind.
There was no choice given and no escape. The Mastermind seized John's broken body and forced a horrific fusion. John was pulled into the Mastermind's dark essence, his consciousness trapped and buried deep within the monster's form. He remained a prisoner for years and years, his mind drifting in a void of flesh, until the mysterious Agency of Reality finally tracked him down. They staged a daring rescue, reaching into the Mastermind to pull John's soul out and revive him, bringing him back to the world of the living.
CHAPTER 3: THE MASTERMIND REVEALED
The air in the Agency's recovery room was cold, smelling of zone and scraped metal. As John Ewend opened his eyes for the first time in years, the memories of the fusion flooded back—the feeling of being trapped behind a wall of pulsing, alien flesh.
"He is awake," a voice whispered.
John sat up, his body feeling strange, as if he were still shedding a second skin. Standing before him was the leader of the Agency of Reality. They projected a holographic file into the wall, revealing the face of the nightmare John had been living inside.
The Mastermind was revealed to be The Eye Master, an ancient entity from a dimension of pure biological horror. He wasn't just killing people; he was "deleting" their humanity to fuel his own growth. Every person, wolf, and dog he absorbed added to his mass and his intelligence. By fusing with John, the Eye Master had tried to steal John's high IQ and warrior spirit to make himself invincible.
"He didn't just want to kill you, John," the Agency leader explained. "He wanted to use your mind to coordinate his army. You were his greatest weapon."
The revelation sent a jolt of fury through John. He had been used as a tool for the very monster that destroyed his family. But the horror wasn't over. The Agency showed him satellite footage of Earth. The flesh army had grown into a global plague. Massive towers made of bone and muscle were rising in major cities, acting as portals for the Eye Master's final invasion.
John tried to stand, but his legs buckled. He was weak, and his old weapons were long gone.
"I have to stop him," John growled, his voice rasping from years of silence. "But I couldn't even dent that werewolf."
The Agency leader nodded solemnly. "You can't fight him as a man anymore. The Eye Master has evolved beyond reality. To defeat him, you need to become something more. You need the prototype."
They led him to a sealed vault at the heart of the base. As the heavy doors hissed open, a faint golden glow illuminated John's face. There, resting on a pedestal of light, was the Golden Bat. It wasn't just a weapon; it was a reality-stabilizer, designed to shatter the flesh of things that shouldn't exist.
John reached out, his fingers brushing the cold, heavy metal. The war for reality was no longer a desperate crawl for survival—it was time for the hunt to begin.
CHAPTER 4: THE AGENCY AND THE STEEL PURGE
John Ewend woke up in a world that felt cold and clinical. He was the only person left who truly understood the horror of the flesh disease, but he wasn't alone anymore. Standing before him was a united front: the Agency of Reality and the Futuristic Army, a massive force of high-tech robots and elite human soldiers.
The Commander of the Agency stepped forward, his eyes grim. "Those years you were trapped inside him... the Mastermind didn't just use you for strength. He has grown. He made the Gods themselves kneel. He is a killer of worlds now. He isn't just a monster anymore, John. He is a God."
John stood up, his mind already spinning with calculations. "My IQ and my tactics are unstoppable," he said firmly. "But I need a weapon that matches my strategy. Something that requires precision."
The Commander nodded and opened a case. Inside lay the Golden Bat. "This is it," the Commander said. "It allows the user to teleport instantly, releases shockwaves that can crack any substance, and its full-power swings are capable of shattering entire universes."
As John gripped the handle, he felt a surge of ancient, golden energy. He knew in that heartbeat that the Eye Master would finally struggle to even put up a fight.
"Follow us," the soldiers commanded.
They led John to a massive space elevator. They ascended past the clouds, leaving Earth behind. They explained their layout: the Underground City hidden beneath the military lab, and the Planetary Stations. There was a massive base orbiting Jupiter, and a specialized Sun Station positioned directly in the Sun's orbit.
"The Eye Master has been hiding," the elite soldiers explained as they looked out at the stars. "He knows we are here. He knows the Agency and our soldiers have weapons he cannot survive. But with you leading the charge with the Golden Bat, his hiding days are over."
This is a great expansion! The space elevator and the Sun Station make the Agency feel incredibly powerful.
CHAPTER 5: THE AWAKENING
John Ewend fell from the sky like a meteor, landing in the dark, damp center of the forest where his nightmare had begun. He stood before the Flesh Werewolf's hideout, the Golden Bat hummed with power in his hand. As John raised the weapon to deliver a final blow, an elite soldier from his escort screamed, "DON'T KILL IT! HE IS ALSO A PRISONER! FREE HIM!"
John hesitated. Every instinct told him to destroy the beast that had trapped him for years, but he chose mercy. He swung the Golden Bat with surgical precision, ripping the corrupt flesh away. The curse shattered, and the werewolf stood up—not as an enemy, but as a teammate.
The trio—John, the Werewolf, and the Elite Soldier—moved toward a nearby wooden house where reports of unexplainable activity had surfaced. Suddenly, a massive swarm of human-made flesh monsters erupted from the shadows. The soldier fired frantic electric blasts from his high-tech gun, but the swarm was too thick. In the chaos, the soldier was overwhelmed and killed by the mass of flesh.
Seeing his ally fall, the werewolf let out a cry of pure rage. The grief triggered a transformation beyond any mortal limit: he awakened the power of an Angel God. His fur turned a brilliant, metallic gray, and his eyes glowed with divine light. He cast a massive shield of divine energy around himself and John.
"Buy me time!" John shouted, his high-IQ mind calculating the swarm's movement. While the Angel God held the shield, John focused his tactics and the werewolf fueled his rage. When the shield finally shattered, the duo struck as one, a whirlwind of gold and silver light that vaporized the entire swarm.
As the smoke cleared, the Eye Master himself descended from the sky. Four massive limbs of raw flesh sprouted from his back like spider legs. With a flick of his wrist, he snatched the werewolf and hurled him across the forest. John lunged forward, swinging the Golden Bat in a powerful slam that cracked against the Eye Master's head.
But John realized his mistake instantly. The chest, he thought. I should have struck the main eye.
The Eye Master laughed, a sound like grinding stones. "You fool. You think that would do anything? You should have known my weak spot. See you later, John. I will defeat you and burn you down with your family in their grave. Sayonara, fool!"
A flesh portal tore open behind the villain. Before John could strike again, the Eye Master stepped through and vanished. He was running away to hide, but John knew the hunt was only just beginning.
CHAPTER 6: THE STEEL PURGE
The Eye Master descended upon God Island, using dark leverage to blackmail the ancient deities into serving his cause. Faced with total erasure, the Gods were forced to agree. But the Agency was one step ahead; they launched their Planetary-Sized Station—a base as large as a world—to counter the threat.
The Eye Master's plan was to divide and conquer. He separated the duo: the Angel-God Werewolf was stationed on a massive battleship, while John Ewend commanded the Planetary Station. By striking fast, the Eye Master hoped to prevent them from ever teaming up again.
The war ignited across the solar system. The Angel-God Werewolf was diverted to Mars to hold off a massive flesh-horde, while the main army and the enslaved Gods moved toward John's station. Suddenly, the radio comms went dead. Static filled the air. John stood on the bridge of the station as the enslaved Gods emerged from the clouds.
The Werewolf, watching from his battleship, felt a surge of fear—how could they fight the very creators of the world? But John didn't flinch. His high IQ had already predicted this. He knew the Ancient God, the leader of the heavens, would never truly be controlled.
Right on cue, a massive portal tore open. The Ancient God charged through, free from the Master's influence. He slammed into the enslaved Gods, hurling them through the atmosphere and into the cold vacuum of space to clear the battlefield.
With the distractions gone, it became a 1v1. John teleported directly in front of the Eye Master. He swung the Golden Bat with a universe-shattering force. The Eye Master tried to phase away, but he was a millisecond too slow. The bat connected directly with the Main Eye on the Master's chest.
A sickening crack echoed through the stars. The Eye Master let out a scream of agony, clutching his bleeding chest.
"I hate you, John!" the Master hissed, his voice trembling with rage. "This is why I killed your family, you fool! You wouldn't understand... but you haven't won."
Before John could deliver the killing blow, a Flesh Portal opened beneath the Eye Master's feet. He and the remaining Gods were sucked into the Blood World—a nightmare dimension where the floors are made of thick, pulsing gore and the air smells like a thousand rotting corpses. The Eye Master had escaped to his home turf.
CHAPTER 7: THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL REALMS
The Eye Master believed he was safe within his gore-slicked sanctuary, but he had underestimated John Ewend's patience. John wasn't rushing in alone; he was waiting for the perfect moment. Once the Elite Army and the Angel-God Werewolf were synchronized, they tore through space and time, teleporting directly into the heart of the nightmare.
But the Eye Master was ready. Having recovered just enough strength, he shrieked a command, summoning a tide of horrors. Flesh-Werewolves—twisted, muscular parodies of John's partner—leaped from the shadows to intercept the Werewolf. At the same time, the Human-Flesh Monsters surged forward, clashing with the high-tech weaponry of the Elite Army.
The war lasted for days. It was a grueling, impossible cycle. Every time a soldier fell or a monster was vaporized, they simply stood back up. The Eye Core was hidden deep within the realm, funneling infinite energy into the Eye Master's troops, allowing them to regenerate instantly.
John realized they couldn't win a war of attrition. He stopped fighting the minions and focused on the physics of the realm itself. Using his high IQ, he calculated the trajectory of a distant Eraser Blast—a weapon designed by the Agency to delete matter from existence.
With a roar of effort, John swung the Golden Bat, tearing a portal open directly in the path of the incoming beam. The Eraser Blast screamed into the Blood Domain.
The effect was instantaneous. The blood lakes turned to ash, and the muscular ground began to crack and dissolve. The "immortal" soldiers fell into the dissolving abyss as the entire realm began to fold in on itself. The domain was erased.
Suddenly, the battlefield shifted. The collapse threw everyone into The Void—a cold, empty space between dimensions. But the Agency was waiting.
As the survivors tumbled into the darkness, the Futuristic Army unleashed a pre-set trap. Thousands of high-yield explosives and thermal bombs ignited at once. The Void turned into a sun-bright sphere of fire. The Eye Master's minions were vaporized instantly, their regeneration finally halted by the vacuum.
The Eye Master, charred and bleeding, screamed in agony. At the very last millisecond before the final explosion could claim him, he slipped through a microscopic rift, escaping by the skin of his teeth. He was broken, his army was gone, and his heart was filled with a new, burning need for vengeance.
CHAPTER 8: THE UNIVERSAL SLAM
The collapse of the Void wasn't the end; it was the trigger. Driven by a primal rage, the Eye Master fractured his essence, sending thousands of dark clones screaming across the galaxy. They weren't there to fight—they were there to harvest. Each clone seized a body, draining the life force of entire civilizations to fuel one final, forbidden technique: The Universal Slam.
The Eye Master retreated to the Outer-Verse—a realm beyond space and time where reality itself was formless. From that transcendental height, he raised a hand. The stars below began to dim as he pulled the weight of the entire universe into a single, crushing sphere of dark matter.
Back at the Agency, the monitors turned red. The generals were frozen in terror.
"We can't stop this," one officer whispered, his voice trembling. "It's the size of the universe. It's over."
John Ewend stepped forward, his grip tightening on the handle of his bat. He looked at the screen, his High-IQ brain calculating the impossible.
"Nope," John said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I've already lost enough loved ones. I'm not losing another reality."
The Agency acted fast. They funneled every kilowatt of power into the Space Elevator, launching John upward at speeds that turned the stars into streaks of white light. He broke through the atmosphere, then the solar system, and finally, the very wall of the universe itself.
He met the Slam in the silent vacuum of the Outer-Verse. The dark sphere was a wall of absolute destruction, closing in to erase everything John had ever known.
"GOLDEN SWING!" John roared.
He poured every ounce of the bat's remaining energy—the teleportation sparks, the reality-cracking vibrations, the very soul of the weapon—into one final arc. When the bat collided with the Universal Slam, it wasn't a sound. It was an evolution. A massive, blinding wave of gold and purple energy rippled across the cosmos, shaking the foundations of every planet in existence.
When the smoke finally cleared, the silence was deafening.
John Ewend drifted in the debris of the Outer-Verse. He was alive, but the cost was etched into his body. His left arm was gone, cauterized by the energy of the collision. His right eye was dark, taken by the flash of the Slam. Next to him, the Golden Bat lay dull and lifeless—the cracks were gone, but so was the glow. It was just a heavy piece of metal now.
Far away, in the deepest reaches of the Outer-Verse, the Eye Master screamed. His core eye was shattered, his stolen army had been vaporized by the shockwave, and his god-like power had drained into nothing the moment their powers collided.
The war wasn't over, but the hero was broken
CHAPTER 9: THE ONE-HANDED KING
The silence in the medical wing was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic hiss-click of a high-tech ventilator. John Ewend lay in the center of the room, bathed in a harsh ultraviolet light. The space where his left arm used to be was wrapped in thick, medicated bandages, and a black patch covered the eye he had lost to the Universal Slam.
The Angel-God Werewolf sat in the corner, his massive head bowed. For the first time, the divine beast looked tired.
Suddenly, the heavy blast doors at the end of the hall slid open with a pressurized hiss. The heavy, synchronized footsteps of the Agency inner circle echoed against the sterile floors. Ten high-ranking officers and three scientists in white lab coats entered the room.
In the center of the group was the Director of the Agency, carrying a reinforced carbon-fiber case. He stopped at the foot of John's bed.
"The universe thinks you're dead, John," the Director said, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "The Eye Master thinks he won. But we know better."
John didn't move, but his voice was steady. "The Eye Master hasn't won until I stop breathing, Director."
"Glad to hear it," the Director replied. He signaled the scientists. They opened the case.
Inside, resting on a bed of blue liquid coolant, was a masterpiece of engineering: The White Robotic Limb. It was made of polished, bone-white ceramic alloy, sleek and seamless, with glowing blue circuitry running through the joints like artificial veins. Beside it sat the Oracle Eye, a small, mechanical sphere that pulsed with a soft, calculating light.
"We used the data from your own High-IQ brain to map the neural interface," the head scientist explained as the robotic assembly arms descended from the ceiling. "This isn't just a prosthetic. It's an extension of your will."
The surgery was a blur of laser-scalpels and neuro-linking. When the anesthesia wore off, John sat up. He looked down at his left side. The white arm moved perfectly, responding to his thoughts faster than his old arm ever had. He touched the patch on his face, feeling the cold, hard lens of his new eye as it zoomed and focused on the molecules in the air.
CHAPTER 10: THE LAST STRAW
The red dust of Mars swirled in a violent vortex as the One-Handed King touched down. Across the rusted plains, the Eye Master stood waiting, his form flickering like a dying candle, but his voice was still full of venom.
"Well, Mr. John, we meet again," the Eye Master hissed, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "But this time, I'm sending you back to your parents... permanently."
John's jaw tightened. The Oracle Eye whirred, locked onto the monster's throat. "Don't talk about my family like that, you monster."
"What's the matter?" the Eye Master taunted. "You gonna cry?"
John didn't answer with words. He launched himself forward, a streak of white and blue across the red sand. He swung the bat with his robotic limb, but he didn't aim for the eye—he slammed the metal into the side of the Eye Master's head.
"YOU FOOL!" the Eye Master laughed, coughing up dark ichor. "You should have hit the eye! Loser!"
"I've had enough of you," John whispered. His white arm glowed with a blinding intensity, drawing every bit of kinetic energy from the Martian wind. "GOLDEN SLAM!"
The bat connected directly with the Core Eye. The sound was like a planet cracking in half. The Eye Master shattered into a million black shards, his physical form vaporized instantly.
But the Eye Master was a coward who refused to stay dead. His soul fled to the Bridge of Judgment, the space between life and the afterlife. There, he began to blackmail the Gods of Death, screaming for a second chance to rule the "Opposite Side."
He thought he was safe. He thought the afterlife was a shield.
He was wrong.
A rift tore open in the middle of the holy bridge. John Ewend stepped out, his white robotic arm smoking from the heat of the jump. He didn't use a weapon. He reached out and grabbed the Eye Master's soul by the throat, lifting the "God" off the ground.
John looked up at the towering figures of the Gods watching from the clouds.
"Is this your beloved king?" John roared, his voice shaking the pillars of the afterlife. "Well, guess what? He just lost to a twenty-five-year-old human. And as for you... as long as you Gods exist, peace will never be achieved. You let this monster ruin worlds."
Without a shred of mercy, John squeezed. He felt the Eye Master's neck snap in his mechanical grip, and then he hurled the body over the edge of the Bridge of Judgment, into the infinite abyss where nothing ever returns.
The Eye Master was officially gone. For good.