The moment the Dungeon gate slammed shut, it wasn't just the dust that settled the entire internet exploded. The footage of Kyle's battle against the Dungeon Boss had gone viral faster than a scandal in the celebrity world.
Social media platforms, news sites, betting forums, and even meme pages were stomped into submission by the tsunami of comments. Hashtags like #PeeGate, #KyleVsVortex, #WindGodFolded, and the ever-trending #DungeonBossDaddy trended across every platform globally.
"Kyle got launched like a ping pong ball!" one user commented under the replay clip of Kyle being blasted 150 meters away.
Another wrote, "Bro activated Super Saiyan Wind God Mode only to become a live-action weather forecast 100% chance of L."
A particularly savage post showed Kyle glowing green with the caption:
"When you charge up your chakra for 10 minutes and still get one-tapped."
Meanwhile, at the Hunter Emergency Hospital, Kyle was being wheeled in with wide, empty eyes. He hadn't said a word since being ejected from the dungeon. Medical professionals whispered among themselves.
"He's... unresponsive."
"Mental shock?"
"Spiritual exhaustion?"
"Nah, I think he just realized the internet saw everything."
He was officially diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Meme Disorder.
As Kyle was loaded into the ambulance, Tyrone appeared on a live news stream with a mic, smiling like a man who just survived a tornado by hugging a tree because he did.
"Kyle showed us the limits of human wind magic today," Tyrone said seriously. "And also the limits of human bladder control." He paused dramatically. "Truly... a national tragedy. He'll go down in history. Not as the hero we deserved, but the one who gave us the best laugh of the year."
The Shadow Clan, who had also been thrown from the dungeon, collectively bowed in thanks to the heavens.
"We survived," one elder whispered, wiping a tear. "We thought Kyle was just a strong hunter... we didn't know he was an unstable wind god who might erase us from existence just by sneezing."
Despite escaping the dungeon empty-handed, not a single member of the clan complained.
"We lost the loot, yes," another Shadow Clan member said during an interview. "But we gained our lives. And also… a renewed fear of S-rank teenagers."
Meanwhile, the betting community was in chaos. Thousands had placed money on the match and it had turned into the gambling version of a natural disaster.
One particularly loud commenter made waves in a betting forum:
"I KNEW it! I bet Kyle wouldn't last more than five minutes. Put my kid's school tuition on it and BAM we're rich now! Kyle's my boy forever!"
He posted a picture of himself buying a new motorcycle with the caption: "Thanks Kyle, my son can't read anymore but I ride clean now."
On the flip side, another user screamed in all caps:
"I bet he'd last TEN MINUTES! TEN! My whole family disowned me!"
Another: "I bet my crypto on Kyle and now I have to live with my in-laws. Kyle owes me rent."
Even top news stations got in on the absurdity. One headline read:
"Humanity's Strongest Hunter Pees Mid-Fight, Internet Declares Dungeon Boss Undefeated Champion."
Back at the Hunter Hospital, Tyrone appeared once more, this time wearing a lab coat for no reason.
"In medical terms," he said, examining Kyle's completely blank expression, "our boy here's suffering from 'too much wind, not enough win.' Common among overconfident S-ranks." He shook his head with a smirk. "But we still love him. Just... from a distance. Preferably with adult diapers next time."
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Over at C.S. Holdings, chaos reigned. The marble floors trembled. The glass windows quivered. And in the heart of it all stood Keifer, heir to the corporate throne, now reduced to a raging man-child throwing the tantrum of the century.
His office, once pristine with imported mahogany and golden dragon figurines, now looked like the aftermath of a monster invasion. Documents flew, chairs crashed into walls, and a priceless sculpture from ancient Garthul was currently impaled on his plasma screen.
"WHY! WHY! WHY?!" Keifer howled, his eyes bloodshot, tie flung over his shoulder like a war banner.
"He should have won! He should have DEFEATED that overgrown lizard freak! This was my gold mine! MY rise! MY VICTORY OVER VARDAS!"
Behind him, standing silently like a statue carved from sarcasm, was his assistant Selene. Watching the meltdown unfold, she blinked slowly. She had seen this coming.
Of course Kyle failed. Of course investing 100 billion dollars into a moody wind mage with a hero complex was a bad idea. Selene had warned him twice. Once with a report. The second time with a PowerPoint. With animations.
She said nothing now, only inwardly sighing in relief. She had already accepted a new job at C.S. Holdings' rival company, StormTech International, and was planning to turn in her resignation letter today. In fact, she had printed it in three different fonts, just in case.
Keifer, meanwhile, was spiraling. At this point, he was talking to a framed portrait of his younger self.
"You had dreams, Keifer! You were going to CRUSH the competition! You were supposed to marry a supermodel and take over the world! But now look at you!"
Just then, the heavy double doors of his office burst open. In walked a senior executive one of the few remaining loyal dogs of Keifer's father.
"Your father wants to see you. Now."
Keifer froze. He turned pale. Even Selene tilted her head with genuine curiosity, wondering if today would be the day Keifer finally got turned into company fertilizer.
Still, Keifer composed himself, adjusted his hair, slapped on his best fake smile, and marched toward the lion's den.
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C.S. Holdings Main Hall
As Keifer stepped into the intimidating boardroom, he was immediately greeted by a leather case being YEETED at his face with the force of a rocket.
"YOU IDIOT!" boomed the ancient but terrifying voice of his father, CEO Chinra Shedex. "Fifty percent. FIFTY! THAT'S HOW MUCH OUR STOCKS DROPPED BECAUSE OF YOUR BRAIN DAMAGE!"
Keifer dropped to his knees like a medieval knight begging for mercy.
"F-Father, please! I only wanted to prove myself! To beat Vardas, to—"
"Shut up and tell me what you did!"
Keifer sniffled, straightened up, and muttered, "I… I liquidated some company assets… and invested… 100 billion dollars… into Kyle's expedition…"
The room went silent.
Chinra's pupils dilated. His breath hitched.
"ONE HUNDRED BILLION WHAT?!"
Heart Attack Alert: Level 5. Chinra staggered backward, clutching his chest like the drama king he was. The executives scrambled.
"Get the pills!"
"Call emergency services!"
"Someone slap him with the stock report!"
Chinra gasped, barely holding onto life. "Keifer… I always knew you'd be the death of me… But I didn't think you'd bankrupt the company first… I WISH you were the bastard!" he cried, before pointing to the door.
"Get out. GET OUT OF MY COMPANY, YOU WASTREL!"
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Back at Keifer's Office… or What's Left of It
Keifer stormed back in, his pride in shambles, his career in flames. That's when he saw it—the resignation letter sitting calmly on his desk. From Selene.
He snatched it up and read it, his lips trembling.
"You bitch… you snake… you traitor…" he growled.
Selene entered the room, fully dressed for her new job in a much sleeker uniform.
"You invested 100 billion in a guy who lost a boss fight in under five minutes," she said dryly. "I'm upgrading to a company where the CEOs don't cry during board meetings."
She patted him on the shoulder. "Chin up. Maybe you can start a YouTube channel or something." And with that, she walked out with the grace of a woman who had survived working under a corporate disaster for far too long.
Just then, Keifer was grabbed by two suited executives and escorted out of the building. His badge was revoked, his parking privileges deleted, and his corporate credit card set on fire.
Standing on the sidewalk, drenched in humiliation and tears, Keifer clenched his fists.
Only one name echoed in his mind.
"Kyle… You ruined me… But I'll ruin you back… You'll see. YOU'LL ALL SEE!"
Cue dramatic thunderclap.
Then he sneezed from the cold because his expensive coat was company property.
Breaking News .....
The camera flickered to life.
On the screen stood Tyrone, freshly shaved, dressed in a sharp blue suit two sizes too tight (he insisted it made him look "battle-hardened"), standing in front of a holographic display titled:
"The Aftermath of the Epic Flop: Kyle vs. The Dungeon Boss"
With his trademark smirk and a gleam of pettiness in his eye, Tyrone began the broadcast.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and all my unpaid student loan holders watching at home… welcome back to the most anticipated roast of the decade. I'm your host, Tyrone Gardon, and today's headline is HOTTER than Kyle's failed tornado attack."
The screen behind him changed to show a shaky image of Keifer throwing a chair during his office meltdown.
"Breaking news confirmed by trusted corporate snitches Keifer, yes that Keifer, also known in elite circles as 'the fool twin', invested a whopping… get ready for it… 100 billion dollars into Kyle's dungeon expedition."
The newsroom audibly gasped. Someone in the background dropped their coffee.
Tyrone chuckled.
"That's right. 100 billion. Not 100 million. Not 100 thousand. 100 billion. That's enough to fund a small country. Or in this case… one man's five-minute humiliation!"
The chat exploded on the live stream:
@SassyHunter69: 100 BILLION? My ancestors felt that pain.
@CryptoBro420: He was rich… but not rich enough to buy common sense.
@DungeonDaddy: Two clowns, one circus.
@KyleFan33: I still love Kyle, but… 100 billion?? Bro needed a god, not a wallet.
Tyrone grinned at the comments, reading one aloud.
"Here's my favorite one: 'Birds of the same feather flop together.' And folks, ain't that the truth? Kyle flopped in five minutes, and Keifer just flopped an entire stock market."
The screen split, showing a photoshopped image of Kyle and Keifer in bird costumes, their wings tangled in tornadoes of cash and failure.
"One got slammed by a dungeon boss, the other by the stock exchange. Together, they are now trending worldwide under the hashtag…" He paused dramatically, pointing upward.
"#FlopBrothers."
Cue dramatic music.
"This might be the most expensive comedy show in history, ladies and gents. And while Keifer files for emotional bankruptcy and Kyle tries to forget he peed himself live in battle…" Tyrone leaned closer to the camera, voice dropping into a whisper.
"I just want to say, from the bottom of my soul… I told y'all."
He winked.