Malthus trained too.
Apparently.
Which was adorable.
Like watching a tiger do push-ups.
Sure, he was already strong — but strength without struggle is like a protein shake without water. All powder, no purpose.
He was born strong.
I built mine from scratch — one pain, one scar, one bad decision at a time.
That's the difference between us.
He was a monster by birth.
I was a monster by choice.
So yeah — I was confident.
Because nothing's scarier than a man who's already been humiliated by life and still decides to come back swinging.
I gripped my katana lightly, knees bent, heartbeat steady.
Around me, my allies mirrored my movements.
Behind Malthus, his army of red-skinned copy-paste demons did the same.
Two sides.
Two kings.
Two species.
And one sky about to witness the dumbest yet deadliest clash in cosmic history.
The master's voice sliced through the silence.
"Pick one opponent and kill them. Then move to the next."
