Those who were moving towards him did not come alone. Some of them raised their hands sharply, their expressions cold and commanding, and ordered their dolls to lunge at him without hesitation.
The dolls looked very different from each other—no two were the same.
Though they were called dolls, they were self‑conscious, capable of thinking and reacting just like humans.
They were not born, but created through magic, given artificial life that allowed them to move, feel, and obey.
Their core purpose was simple and absolute: to help or protect the one they called their owner and friend.
Their entire existence revolved around keeping that owner satisfied and safe.
In appearance, they resembled oversized clothing mannequins, stiff yet towering, their bodies unnaturally large and heavy, moving with an eerie blend of stiffness and precision.
" Two big dolls are coming towards me "
The words barely left his mouth before the first doll reached him.
Its arm swung forward with terrifying force.
He stumbled, the ground nearly slipping from under his feet as the first doll threw its punch straight toward him.
He dodged just in time, feeling the rush of air brush past his face—but there was no pause to recover.
The second doll attacked immediately, forcing him to dodge again, twisting his body away at the last possible second.
The impact of their movements sent chaos through the room.
Tables were struck, flipped, and scattered, wood scraping loudly across the floor as glasses shattered and objects crashed down.
Inside his mind, panic and restraint clashed.
" Should I order Doll or no ? , ugh- I have to keep myself look weak as boss said "
Before the dolls could attack again, a furious voice cut through the noise.
" What are you people's doing keep in behaviour or I will end your life's here "
The man standing on the stage, beside the billions‑sor prison girl, shouted in pure anger. His authority filled the room, sharp and commanding.
But it only fueled the defiance.
" You shut up , we are gonna give you more money if you help us , his dodging he is lucky that he kept get missed by hit "
One of the bad men sneered, his eyes fixed on the fight, greed overriding fear.
Before anyone could order their dolls to lunge again at Dollby—
A mysterious and overwhelming energy surged outward from the stage.
The air itself felt heavier, vibrating with power.
Instinctively, everyone in the room turned their eyes toward the stage.
Standing there was a red doll.
Its eyes were far more advanced than the others—sharp, glowing with intelligence far beyond normal constructs.
Its hands were unmistakably different, wrapped in steel plates, faint magical patterns pulsing across the metal.
Dolls that bore steel plates around their bodies were special—those capable of controlling elemental powers, just as other races could.
" Now stop or else is gonna worst , and I am stoping that girl seling right now "
The voice was firm, absolute.
That statement alone did not shock Dollby.
That alone not stunned him was what followed.
The two dolls controlled by the bad people froze completely. Their bodies went stiff, their movements halted mid‑action.
A visible terror spread through them as if they had sensed something far stronger than themselves.
They were horrified—stunned—paralyzed by the presence of the red doll on the stage.
That doll stood taller than even the stage man, its towering form casting a shadow over the entire room, silent yet dominant, making it painfully clear
That stage red doll is --