Episode-4 — THE DEMON INSIDE
Intro — "When Peace Takes Its Last Breath"
The fragile calm of Los Vagas shattered like thin glass.
Only hours after experiencing their first true moment of peace, Kanoji, Aki, and Ryo found themselves standing in a silent alley where the neon lights flickered like dying stars. The early morning air felt heavy—too heavy—as if the city itself was holding its breath.
Ryo's smile faded.
Aki stepped closer, her instincts screaming.
Kanoji's pupils narrowed; the air tasted wrong.
From the far end of the alley came footsteps. Not hurried. Not cautious.
Slow. Confident. Almost joyful.
A group emerged from the shadows—six unknown fighters, armored in black metallic plates with glowing crimson veins. Their faces were hidden behind masks shaped like twisted beasts.
Each of them radiated lethal intent. Their levels flickered in the air like holograms:
• LVL 800,000 – HP: 4,900,000 – Damage: 1,200,000
• LVL 810,000 – HP: 5,300,000 – Damage: 1,300,000
• LVL 820,000 – HP: 5,800,000 – Damage: 1,450,000
And so on… each one stronger than anything they had seen inside Los Vagas.
Aki whispered, "This… is not normal. They're too strong to be bounty hunters."
Kanoji stepped forward. "Be ready."
Ryo swallowed hard. He was LVL 1,000,000 now—strong, unstoppable even—yet something about these enemies felt wrong.
Too calm. Too organized. Too hungry.
The leader tilted his masked head.
"You three… are worth a fortune."
His voice echoed like steel scraping bone.
Scene — The Sudden War
The six assassins rushed them simultaneously.
Metal against concrete, blades against air—
the alley exploded into chaos.
Aki dashed forward, twin daggers carving luminous blue arcs.
Ryo summoned his energy shield, crackling white with power.
Kanoji—calm, terrifying—unleashed a shockwave punch that split the pavement.
The clash shook the buildings around them. Neon signs burst. Windows cracked. Sparks showered the darkness.
But the assassins were fast—
too fast.
One caught Aki's wrist mid-strike, twisting it with monstrous strength.
Another broke through Ryo's shield, sending him crashing through a wall.
A third landed a blow on Kanoji that would have killed any other warrior—yet he stood still, unfazed, eyes colder than winter.
Aki shouted, "They're adapting—every second we fight, they're reading us!"
Ryo coughed, blood dripping from his lip. "Then we end them fast—!"
Kanoji didn't move for a moment.
He just stared.
At nothing.
At everything.
Because something… was shaking inside him.
Scene — The Darkness Awakens
In the middle of the battle, one assassin charged straight toward Ryo, blade aimed at his heart.
Ryo raised his weapon to block—
—but suddenly Kanoji appeared in front of him, moving so fast he seemed to bend reality itself.
Kanoji grabbed the blade with his bare hand.
Metal cracked.
But then…
his breathing changed.
The world slowed.
Something in his vision flickered.
A strange symbol appeared inside his right eye—
black, spiraling, alive.
A whisper crawled inside his skull:
"Finally… let me out."
The alley darkened.
Lights died.
The neon flicker froze in mid-air.
Aki sensed it instantly. "K-Kanoji? Your aura—it's… wrong."
Ryo's heart stopped.
"Bro… your eye is turning BLACK."
The assassins stepped back, fear finally cracking their confidence.
Kanoji's shadow grew behind him—longer, sharper, stretching unnaturally across the walls like claws reaching for blood.
And then—
total darkness swallowed everything.
Scene — The Blackout
No sound.
No air.
No light.
Ryo couldn't move.
Aki couldn't breathe.
The assassins couldn't understand.
Just endless, suffocating black.
Somewhere inside that void, something moved.
Something huge.
Something ancient.
Something that didn't belong in this world.
A voice whispered again, clearer:
"You wanted strength.
So I came."
Ryo screamed—but there was no sound.
Aki felt her chest tighten—the aura felt like a demon pressing its hand on her heart.
And then—
FLASH.
Light returned.
The darkness vanished like smoke.
Everything stood still.
Scene — The Aftermath Horror
Ryo opened his eyes.
And froze.
Every assassin—
all six—
stood around them…
dead.
Not killed.
Not wounded.
Not even sliced.
They were shredded, their bodies torn into twisted pieces scattered across the alley as if a monster had played with them.
Blood painted the walls like chaotic brush strokes.
The ground was drenched in crimson pools.
Limbs and masks lay broken, lifeless, unrecognizable.
Aki tumbled back, hand over her mouth.
"What… what did this? Who—"
She looked at Kanoji.
That was the answer.
Kanoji stood in the middle of the carnage, breathing slowly, his hands dripping blood that wasn't his own.
His right eye still faintly glowed black.
Like a demon had taken residence inside him.
Like something had awakened… and wasn't fully gone.
Kanoji whispered, voice deeper than usual—
almost layered with another tone beneath it:
"Stay away."
Ryo shook violently.
Bro shook violently.
"Did… did you do all this… in one second?"
Kanoji lowered his head.
"I don't know."
But he did know.
Somewhere deep inside—
he felt the presence.
A monster.
A power beyond his control.
A demon inside his soul waiting for a taste of freedom.
Aki stepped forward, trembling.
"Kanoji… this isn't normal. Something inside you woke up. Something ancient."
Ryo whispered, "Your level… it's rising on its own…"
Kanoji didn't reply.
Because he felt it too—
his heartbeat wasn't his.
His strength wasn't his.
And the whisper inside him…
was smiling.
Outro — "The Birth of Fear"
The sun rose slowly, staining the alley red.
Not with light—
but with blood.
Ryo, Aki, and Kanoji stood together, yet for the first time…
Ryo and Aki felt afraid of Kanoji.
Kanoji clenched his fists, staring at the bodies.
"I… lost control."
Aki grabbed his shoulder, gently.
"No. We don't leave you. No matter what's inside you."
But her hand was shaking.
Ryo looked at Kanoji's right eye—
the last flicker of black fading away.
"Kanoji… what are you?"
Kanoji didn't answer.
Because somewhere deep inside,
the whisper returned—
"Soon… you will know."
The screen fades to black.
THE INVASION OF MISTER X
EPISODE-5 — THE DEMON STRIKE
Intro — "When the World Holds Its Breath"
The news spread like wildfire across the underworld.
The massacre in the alley…
six elite killers torn apart in one heartbeat…
no traces except blood, shadows, and an aura colder than death.
Every bounty hunter, every assassin, every underground faction felt one name echo inside their skulls—
KANOJI.
And the city trembled.
Because in Los Vagas, nothing is feared more than an anomaly…
something that shouldn't exist…
something that kills without time moving.
Tonight, the hunters weren't hunting for money—
They were hunting out of terror.
Scene — The Three Arrival Gangs
The ground shook.
The neon lights dimmed.
Car alarms wailed for no reason.
Aki gripped her daggers.
Ryo's heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Kanoji… was silent. Too silent.
From the edges of the abandoned district, three gangs stepped into view—each more monstrous than the last.
Gang 1 — "The Skull Howlers"
Clad in bone-armored suits grown from mutated beasts.
Their leader's skull helmet dripped black tar.
6 Members — Stats:
Level: 5,000,000
HP: 22,000,000
Damage: 5,500,000
Weapon: "RibCrusher Scythes" — twin curved blades made from compressed monster vertebrae
Special Trait: They move by breaking their own bones and reforming them, creating snapping, cracking sounds that echo like a dying animal.
Gang 2 — "The Red Vein Syndicate"
Bodies wrapped in living veins pulsing like serpents.
Their weapons were forged entirely from dried blood.
6 Members — Stats:
Level: 5,000,000
HP: 19,500,000
Damage: 6,000,000
Weapon: "BloodNeedle Spears" — inject venom that clogs organs
Special Trait: They can smell fear; their veins tighten when prey panics.
Gang 3 — "The Clockbreakers"
Faces hidden behind metal masks shaped like twisted stopwatches.
Their footsteps tick like broken clocks.
6 Members — Stats:
Level: 5,000,000
HP: 20,000,000
Damage: 5,200,000
Weapon: "Temporal Hammers" — distort time on impact
Special Trait: They can freeze micro-seconds… but they don't know.freeze micro seconds only around them.
All three gangs surrounded the trio.
96 million HP worth of enemies.
18 killers.
Zero mercy.
Aki whispered, "Bro… this is death."
Ryo swallowed. "Then we fight until our bones turn to dust."
Kanoji didn't speak. He couldn't.
Because something inside him was already awake.
Scene — The Pressure Before Death
The gangs moved in formation, their voices blending like a ritual chant.
"Kill the anomaly.
Kill the Demon host.
Kill Kanoji."
Aki stepped forward. "You want him? You fight us."
Ryo lit his shield, light trembling from fear and resolve.
But Kanoji… felt something else.
A pulse.
A heartbeat that wasn't his.
A whisper in the hollow of his chest.
"Let me out."
His pupils dilated.
His vision blurred.
The world bent and twisted like a melting mirror.
The gangs charged—
—and then everything stopped.
Literally.
Scene — Time Stop
The wind froze mid-gust.
Blood particles floating from a wound hung in the air.
The sound of footsteps paused in mid-echo.
The world turned into a dead photograph.
Only two things moved:
Kanoji.
And the Demon inside him.
A black haze oozed from Kanoji's spine, crawling up like living smoke.
His shadow didn't behave like a shadow anymore—
it rose, stretching into a creature with long, claw-shaped arms and a face with no features.
Except a mouth.
A mouth that slowly opened—
and smiled.
"I warned you…
Peace never lasts."
The demon stepped out of Kanoji like peeling skin from soul.
Aki and Ryo watched helplessly—unable to move, frozen in time.
The demon cracked its neck, joints popping like breaking branches.
Then… it began.
Scene — The Massacre in Frozen Time
The Skull Howlers never saw their death.
One moment they stood ready.
The next—
their bone armor shattered as invisible claws sliced them cleanly into ribbons.
Their skull masks cracked open from inside out, as if their heads imploded.
Frozen mid-scream, their torsos split like wet paper.
The Red Vein Syndicate didn't die.
They dried.
Every drop of blood inside them evaporated, turning their bodies into red husks that crumbled the moment time resumed.
The Clockbreakers…
their masks melted.
Their brains liquefied.
The temporal hammers rusted into dust.
And through it all…
the demon moved gracefully, silently, beautifully—
like a dancer performing ballet inside a slaughterhouse.
Black claws dragging through flesh.
Whispers echoing through frozen air.
Bones cracking under invisible pressure.
Each kill was horrifying.
But precise.
Almost artistic.
When the last killer stood, trembling even in frozen time, the demon leaned close to his ear.
"You came for the anomaly…
But you found the original."
One touch.
The killer's body folded inward like paper crushed by a fist.
Scene — Time Resumes
Reality snapped like a whip.
Wind blew again.
Lights flickered.
Sound returned.
And all eighteen bounty hunters—
collapsed into pieces.
Blood splattered across walls, dripping like rain.
Limbs rolled across the pavement.
Bodies torn, melted, crushed, emptied, twisted.
Aki screamed.
Ryo fell to his knees, shaking.
Kanoji stood in the center…
but he wasn't alone.
Behind him towered the demon—half inside him, half outside—like a shadow given flesh.
Then suddenly—
Kanoji's eyes widened.
He felt something watching.
Something worse.
Scene — The Horror Beyond the Demon
At the end of the street stood a figure.
A figure that did not walk.
It simply appeared—like a glitch in reality.
Its face…
was a nightmare made real:
Head made entirely of exposed brain matter pulsing like a beating heart
Mouth oozing blood, formed from torn red tissue
Eyes replaced by rusted NAILS hammered deep into its sockets
Skin stitched from rotting patches, some burned, some decayed, some raw
Its fingers were long, bone-thin, twitching like spiders
It stared at Kanoji.
And smiled with its blood-made mouth.
The demon behind Kanoji froze.
For the first time…
it felt fear.
Kanoji felt his heart stop.
Aki and Ryo didn't breathe.
The creature's voice gurgled, wet and broken—
"Found… you…"
Kanoji's demon whispered inside him:
"That thing…
is not from your world."
The creature tilted its head unnaturally, bones cracking, brain matter dripping.
Then it spoke again:
"…HOST."
And vanished.
Not walked.
Not faded.
Just blinked out of existence.
Leaving Kanoji shaking, the demon trembling, and the night colder than death.
Outro — "The Scent of the Next Nightmare"
Ryo whispered, "Bro… what was that?"
Aki touched Kanoji's arm. "Kanoji… your demon was scared."
Kanoji stared at the empty space where the creature had stood.
His voice cracked.
"I think…
Something is coming."
Behind him, the demon whispered—
"Run.
Before it finds you again."
The screen fades.
THE INVASION OF MISTER X
EPISODE-6 — THE RED HAWK
INTRO — "Where Darkness Learns Your Name"
The night after the massacre did not feel empty.
It felt observed.
Los Vagas — once loud and rotting with neon — now looked like a corpse pretending to breathe.
Every sign flickered but refused to turn off,
as if afraid of what might wake in the darkness if they dared to blink.
Kanoji walked alone through an abandoned district.
His footsteps echoed, but something was wrong with the sound.
Each step repeated itself.
Not like an echo.
Like a reply.
A second footstep following half a heartbeat later.
The demon inside him whispered:
"Do not look up.
Whatever happens… do not look up."
Kanoji didn't ask why.
Some instinct deeper than fear understood the warning.
Because even the sky felt unnatural —
as if it was leaning down to listen to him breathe.
Scene — The First Omen
The street was empty.
Cold.
Hollow.
And then he heard it.
A drop.
Another.
Then another.
Blood was falling from somewhere above,
landing in small, dark circles at his feet.
Kanoji slowly raised his hand toward the sky—
but stopped midway.
There was nothing up there.
Only a pitch-black void without stars,
a sky that looked too close to be real.
Yet the blood continued dripping.
The demon growled inside him,
its voice trembling with an emotion Kanoji had never heard from it before:
"It is not in your sky.
It is perched above reality itself."
Kanoji's throat tightened.
He took a single step back.
The blood hit the pavement harder.
Something enormous shifted.
A pressure rolled across the street,
like a giant wing brushing against the world.
Scene — The Screaming Silence
A strange wind pushed through his skull.
Not his ears —
inside his mind.
It sounded like a thousand wings folding at once.
Then everything snapped silent.
Not peaceful silence.
Not natural.
It was a suffocating, crushing, murderous stillness —
the kind that felt like fingers pressing into his eardrums from the inside.
Kanoji touched his throat.
He couldn't hear his own breath.
Couldn't hear his heartbeat.
Couldn't hear the world.
Only one voice remained:
"It's here."
The demon spoke in unison:
"Red Hawk."
Scene — The Arrival (But Not in This World)
A shadow drifted over him.
Not above him.
Above the idea of him.
Above the space where he existed.
A winged silhouette, serrated and elongated, slid between dimensions like a knife through fabric.
Its wings were too long.
Its neck too thin.
Its body stretched unnaturally,
as if it had been pulled apart and sewn back together by something that didn't understand anatomy.
Its beak dripped blood that evaporated before reaching the ground.
Kanoji tried to move—
his knees locked.
The demon hissed:
"Do not let it see your thoughts."
But the creature wasn't looking at him with eyes.
It didn't need eyes.
It hovered inches above reality,
never touching the world,
never fully existing in it.
One moment it was colossal,
blotting out the horizon.
The next it was small enough to sit on the pavement beside him.
Then it was everywhere —
a thousand silhouettes in a thousand dimensions —
all watching him simultaneously.
And yet it never once touched the ground.
Scene — The Red Beak
The creature leaned forward.
Slowly.
Silently.
Its beak — needle-thin, spear-long — descended toward him.
Kanoji felt something wrap around his spine,
as if invisible talons gripped his bones,
forcing him to stay still.
The beak touched his cheek.
No cut.
No wound.
Just a cold, studying drag across his skin.
Kanoji felt his blood freeze under the surface.
His muscles twitched violently.
His vision blurred with static.
The demon inside him thrashed:
"It is reading you.
Not your body.
Your soul."
Kanoji exhaled shakily.
The cold line drawn by the beak burned deeper,
as if marking him from the inside out.
Then the creature lifted its head.
A red symbol glowed on Kanoji's neck —
a bird's skull with three wings
and a spiral etched into the forehead.
The air turned to ice.
The city lights flickered.
The sky bruised into a deep red shade.
The creature whispered —
not with sound,
not with voice,
but directly into his bones:
"One. Marked."
Kanoji staggered, knees nearly giving out.
Scene — The Mind Tear
Kanoji made a mistake.
He looked directly at it.
The Red Hawk's shape warped.
Its empty eye sockets widened,
and the world around Kanoji shattered like cracked glass.
His mind split.
He saw—
• A forest of bone trees stretching into infinity
• Thousands of Red Hawks perched like statues waiting to wake
• A massive skull-city with rivers of blood flowing through its eye sockets
• A throne made from stitched skin and broken wings
• A towering figure wrapped in red feathers, crowned with bone
• And behind it all—
a shadow sitting at the center of the world
with no face,
no form,
only hunger
Kanoji screamed —
but he couldn't hear his own voice.
The demon roared inside him:
"LOOK AWAY! YOU ARE NOT BUILT TO SEE THIS!"
But he couldn't.
The vision swallowed him whole.
The Red Hawk stared deeper,
probing every corner of his mind.
Then it whispered:
"Two. Chosen."
Scene — The Vanishing
The creature straightened.
Its wings spread outward,
stretching the air like molten metal.
The world bent around it.
Time stuttered.
Colors warped.
Then, without a sound,
it vanished.
Leaving behind only burning red feathers
and a whisper of ancient blood in the wind.
Kanoji fell to his knees.
His hands trembled violently.
The demon inside him spoke quietly,
as if afraid:
"If the Red Hawk marked you…
then something far worse is coming."
Kanoji touched the mark on his neck.
It pulsed —
not like a wound,
but like a heartbeat that wasn't his.
OUTRO — "The Bird That Watches Dreams"
That night,
Kanoji did not sleep.
Because whenever he closed his eyes,
he saw it—
The Red Hawk,
perched above his bed,
head bent,
wings folded,
watching him breathe.
Every blink made the mark on his neck glow brighter.
Every breath felt stolen.
Every shadow looked like wings.
Kanoji whispered:
"Why me?"
The darkness did not answer.
Far above the city,
the Red Hawk circled in widening spirals,
carving patterns into the sky.
Each orbit darker than the last.
Each movement slower.
Each second colder.
Preparing.
Waiting.
Hunting.
The world dimmed into black—
THE INVASION OF MISTER X
EPISODE — 7
THE CHOSEN ONE
The world around Kanoji no longer behaved like reality. Every step he took felt detached, as if the ground beneath him existed only because he decided to leave a footprint on it. His breath echoed with a strange metallic delay, as though someone else was breathing right after him — a half-second late, a half-second wrong.
The sky above was grey, but not the shade of weather — it was the color of dying memories.
As Kanoji walked forward, the silence shattered.
A child's giggle echoed somewhere behind him.
He turned.
Nothing.
Then again — this time in front of him.
A small girl stood there, barefoot, head tilted, eyes too wide for her face. Her skin looked stretched, as if pulled tight over something that didn't belong inside a human body. She whispered his name, but her lips never moved.
Behind her, a boy appeared — same height, same cracked smile, head jerking at impossible angles like a puppet controlled by broken strings. One of his eyes dangled by a nerve, swaying gently.
Kanoji stepped back.
More figures emerged from the thinning mist.
A college boy with half of his jaw missing, teeth exposed like rusted glass.
An old man whose skin had peeled from one side of his skull, revealing nerves twitching in slow pulses.
A woman crawling on all fours, bent backward with her head upside-down.
They circled him… but none attacked.
Kanoji tried to summon strength — anything to defend himself.
But a voice inside his skull whispered:
"You cannot kill them.
You can only watch."
He felt his heartbeat falter. These beings were not enemies — they were fragments, broken shadows of someone else's nightmare forced into his world.
Suddenly—
JUMPSCARE.
A hand shot from beneath the ground, grabbing his ankle. Nails dug into his skin. Another hand. Then another. Bodies began climbing out of the earth — twisted, malformed, their faces overlapping like melted wax.
Kanoji tried to pull away, but something stronger held him—
a sensation like invisible chains tightening around his ribs.
The creatures lunged at him, tearing at his clothes, his skin, his sanity.
But every time one was about to kill him…
it vanished.
Disappearing mid-attack.
Leaving only blood splatter—
but not his.
Kanoji's mind spiraled.
He could feel something cracking inside, a slow descent into a place where reason no longer functioned. The world blurred into shadowed silhouettes and whispering distortions.
Yet none of them died by his hands.
Every monster that attacked ended up destroying itself — clawing its own throat, crushing its own skull, bending its limbs backward until bone burst through skin.
As if something forbade him from taking a life.
As if the curse of this realm demanded only he could die.
The circle of horrors grew tighter.
His vision grew darker.
Then —
A sudden, violent shift.
The sky split open into rainbow light — sickly and unnatural, as if the colors were bleeding into one another. Thunder rumbled like distant screams. Rain began to fall, but every drop stung his skin like ice.
Kanoji raised his head.
A small boy stood in front of him.
Barefoot.
Still.
Calm.
Half of his skull was missing — a bullet wound clean through the center of his forehead. Blood had dried in a perfect line down to his chin. His eyes were glassy, but locked directly onto Kanoji.
The boy lifted the gun still embedded in his own skull with both hands…
and pressed the barrel against his chest.
A pose of mockery.
A pose of invitation.
He smiled — but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Lightning struck behind him, illuminating the impossible scene.
And the boy whispered, voice echoing in every direction at once:
"Let's play a game."
Episode-8
THE GAME OF DEATH —
The world did not break all at once.
It peeled apart—slowly, like wet paper tearing under unseen hands.
A low hum rose beneath Kanoji's feet, not like sound…
but like a heartbeat that belonged to the ground itself.
Every pulse shook his bones.
Every breath of that warped air tasted like metal and dust.
The space around him twisted.
Colors stretched.
Shadows bent at impossible angles.
And then—
He wasn't alone.
The boy with the bullet hole in his skull emerged from the darkness without footsteps, as if pulled forward by invisible strings.
Blood trailed from the open wound, but it didn't drip.
It floated.
Rotated.
Moved like tiny planets orbiting a dying sun.
His eyes were empty but aware—
dead but awake—
and fixed directly on Kanoji.
"Welcome," the boy whispered, voice echoing like a dozen children spoke through him at once.
"This is where we play."
1 — The Ripping of Demons
Kanoji felt the pressure building inside his chest first—
a molten force, clawing for release.
His ribs groaned.
And then it broke out.
NOT with a burst of fire.
NOT with an explosion of light.
But with a violent tearing—
skin splitting, bones cracking, nerves screaming—
as his demon forced its way out of his body like a shadow made from broken mirrors and burning smoke.
It towered over him with jointed limbs that bent at wrong angles,
a ribcage made of charred bone,
and eyes that glowed with ancient hunger.
The boy's demon followed—
smaller, but unnervingly fast.
Its skull shattered down the middle,
needle-like arms twitching,
flesh hanging like wet curtains.
The moment the demons saw each other—
the world convulsed.
Without warning, the two collided with a force that silenced reality.
Not a punch.
Not a slash.
A collision of existences.
Air compressed, then exploded outward.
The ground split open like a mouth.
Time flickered like a faulty light.
Their screams weren't made of sound—
they were made of pressure,
deep enough to crush bone,
cold enough to burn skin.
2 — The Table Emerges
Time froze mid-impact.
Kanoji blinked once—
and the battlefield dissolved.
A single wooden table appeared in the center of a void-like room that curved inward, as if they were trapped inside a giant skull.
Two chairs.
Two bodies.
Two souls.
Kanoji's body sat limply on one chair, head tilted back as if unconscious.
His soul—white, trembling, threaded to his body by thin strands of shimmering light—floated behind the chair, unable to breathe though it had no lungs.
The boy's body sat across from him,
face slack,
a faint smile stitched unnaturally across his lips.
His soul hovered too, smaller, darker,
dripping shadow instead of light.
On the table lay a rusted revolver.
Its metal still warm.
Still pulsing.
Still alive.
The boy tapped the barrel with one finger.
"Five bullets," he whispered.
"Five empty."
"Ten turns."
"One survivor."
His smile twitched upward, stretching far past what a human face should allow.
"This is not a game of skill," he added.
"It is a game of fate.
And fate is cruel to chosen ones."
3 — Kanoji's First Turn
The revolver's handle felt damp in Kanoji's hand.
Warm.
Almost breathing.
He spun the chamber.
It spun too long.
Far longer than physics allowed—
a rapid, metallic whirl that turned into a deep growl halfway through,
as if something inside the gun was waking up.
Kanoji pressed the barrel to his skull.
His hand shook.
His pulse rattled the chamber.
He pulled the trigger.
CLICK.
Empty.
But the silence afterward wasn't relief.
It was warning.
Beneath the table, something scraped.
Long nails dragging across wood.
A slow inhale.
A low growl.
Kanoji didn't dare look down.
4 — The Boy's Turn
The boy lifted the gun with a ghost-like smoothness.
No hesitation.
No breath.
His arm bent backward first—
a disturbing, broken movement—
before whipping around into a perfectly straight aim at his own chest.
He pulled the trigger.
BOOM.
Smoke.
Recoil.
Blood mist.
But the bullet didn't pierce him.
It dissolved upon impact,
turning to ashes that melted into his flesh.
Something opened in his chest—
a new eye, glossy and red—
and it watched Kanoji without blinking,
pupil expanding slowly like it was tasting him.
The boy exhaled softly.
"My turn was never dangerous," he whispered.
"Yours always will be."
5 — The Demon War Behind Them
Even though time in the room was frozen,
the demons outside were still fighting.
Flashes of the battle cut through the walls like lightning:
Kanoji's demon slammed the boy's demon into cracked ground,
sending shockwaves through the fractured dimension.
The boy's demon retaliated—
needle-like arms stabbing into Kanoji demon's chest,
tearing black smoke and bone apart.
Each strike shook the room.
Each shockwave distorted the table.
The chairs.
The gun.
The souls.
The game continued.
6 — Last Round
Nine turns.
One bullet remaining.
One empty chamber.
Everything started slowing—
the world,
the light,
even the air.
Shadows stood still.
Sound knelt down.
Demons froze mid-strike.
Only Kanoji and the boy could move.
And the gun,
sitting perfectly between them.
Kanoji reached for it.
The metal was hot now—
burning,
angry.
He spun the chamber.
Slow.
Painfully slow.
The clicking echoed like footsteps in a hallway that had no end.
The boy leaned forward.
The hole in his skull dripped blood in long red strings.
He whispered:
"Shoot."
Lightning split the collapsing dimension.
A burst of color—rainbow tearing across the black void.
Rain began falling from nowhere,
each drop hitting the floor with a sound like whispering voices.
Kanoji lifted the gun to his head.
Closed his eyes.
Pulled the trigger—
Episode‑9
THE SMILE —
The world didn't scream when the trigger clicked.
It paused.
Breathed.
Then shivered like a body caught in a nightmare it couldn't escape.
Kanoji opened his eyes.
The void-room had warped further.
The rain of whispering voices fell harder, faster, curling into shapes that weren't there before.
And then he saw it.
1 — The Face Appears
A figure rose from the darkness behind the boy with the skull wound.
It didn't step. It didn't move normally.
It unfolded, stretching like a shadow escaping from its own skin.
Its face… was wrong.
A red, pulsating mask of flesh and veins, stretched tight over the skull.
Eyes? Not eyes. Nails hammered into sockets, gleaming under a light that shouldn't exist.
The mouth… a smile carved deep into the blood-soaked face, teeth broken, jagged, wet with ichor that seemed alive.
It tilted its head, slow, unnatural, testing the air like a predator savoring the hunt.
Kanoji's hands shook.
The gun in his grip was suddenly heavy, molten-hot, almost alive.
This was no demon.
No human.
No nightmare he'd ever imagined.
2 — The Silent Horror
The Smile didn't need to move.
Its presence alone suffocated the room.
Air thickened, bending, pressing against his chest.
Every shadow stretched, teeth forming along walls, floors, even the revolver itself.
It whispered—without voice.
The sound burrowed into Kanoji's mind:
"I am what you fear when escape is impossible."
He wanted to move.
Wanted to spin the gun, wanted to aim, wanted to survive.
But every thought, every nerve, froze.
3 — Time Fractures
The boy across the table leaned forward, skull wound dripping blood, eyes empty yet knowing.
"You think surviving matters? You were never meant to win."
Reality cracked.
The table bent.
Chairs warped.
The revolver clicked by itself, chambers spinning with a growl, metal alive.
Time fractured.
Kanoji's white soul trembled, tangled with the boy's shadowed soul, threads of light twisting like rope over fire.
The Smile circled, slow, patient, leaving trails of darkness that clung to everything.
Every tilt of its head was a warning: I am inevitable.
4 — Touching the Mind
Kanoji's thoughts screamed.
The Smile didn't need to touch him.
It reached straight into his mind.
Nightmares he hadn't lived yet—failures, deaths, betrayals, faces twisting into laughter—flashed in endless succession.
It whispered again, deeper, closer:
"Your fear feeds me. Your hesitation births me. Your defiance… amuses me."
The gun burned in his hand.
Every click of the chamber echoed like bones snapping across eternity.
5 — Outside, the Demons Still Fight
Though time in the table-room seemed frozen, outside, the demons collided.
Kanoji's demon slammed into the boy's, shattering the fractured ground.
The boy's demon retaliated—needle-like arms stabbing, tearing black smoke and bone.
Shockwaves bent the void-room.
The table cracked.
The chairs groaned.
The souls trembled.
The game continued, a battle mirrored across dimensions.
The Smile watched, patient, waiting for the right moment.
Kanoji's survival was only the appetizer.
6 — The First Move
Kanoji forced himself to breathe.
He gripped the revolver, last bullet loaded.
Chamber spun, slow, deliberate.
Click. Click. Click.
The Smile leaned closer.
Its red, nailed eyes drilling into his skull.
The smile widened.
The boy whispered:
"It's not luck anymore. It's will. Yours against… him."
Lightning split the collapsing dimension.
Time snapped, the rain of whispers surged louder, wetting the floor with voices.
Kanoji raised the gun to his temple.
7 — The Trigger
He closed his eyes.
Pulled.
The bullet fired.
Reality warped.
The Smile recoiled—but didn't vanish.
Its echo lingered in the corners, a promise, a warning.
The boy's hollow gaze followed him, silent, patient.
And then the room collapsed inward.
The rain whispered secrets, curling into shadows, crawling along walls, floors, ceiling.
Kanoji's chest heaved.
The Smile was gone… but not gone.
Some things never leave.
Some things wait.
Some things smile inside your nightmares long before you even close your eyes.
Episode‑10
THE JUNK OF BODY —
Intro — "When the World Became Flesh"
The world didn't crumble.
It didn't shatter.
It simply rotated, folded, and bled into a shape that defied reason.
Kanoji's eyes opened to a sky that was no sky—just a mass of writhing limbs and faces, stitched together by sinew and blood.
The ground he stood on—once solid, once familiar—was alive with corpses, each body frozen mid-motion, yet twitching, grasping, waiting.
Some faces were his memories. Others… he didn't know.
All were dead.
All were hungry.
A low groan rose from below.
Not wind. Not earthquake.
But the collective scream of a thousand lifeless bodies, trapped in a single, infinite, horrifying echo.
His chest tightened. His lungs burned.
Even his soul trembled as if it knew this world was not meant for life, but for torment.
1 — The Memory of the Dead
Kanoji stepped forward.
The ground shifted like jelly beneath him.
Limbs erupted from the floor, hands grasping, pulling, clawing toward him.
Everywhere he looked, bodies hung suspended in impossible angles—torsos bent, skulls cracked, eyes staring without seeing.
And then, they moved.
Not randomly.
Not slowly.
They moved with intent.
All of them—his enemies, the forgotten, the innocent—all rising to attack him simultaneously.
Kanoji's demon stirred inside.
It whispered, low and deep:
"This is the Junk of Body… the memory you should have never entered. These corpses are hungry for life, for your fear. And worse… they know you."
"Then tell me, how do I survive?" Kanoji gasped, gripping the invisible edges of his sanity.
"You don't run. You understand. You fight the world and yourself at the same time. Otherwise… it will consume you."
2 — The Hunt Begins
A hand shot up from beneath his feet.
It clutched his ankle.
Another wrapped around his arm.
A thousand corpses pushed, pulled, dragged their way into him from all directions.
Limbs twisted like ropes, faces screeched without sound.
Kanoji tried to step back.
He fell.
The bodies surged over him.
The demon inside his chest roared:
"You cannot fight them all alone. Listen. Use me. We are one here."
"But… their numbers—" Kanoji's voice broke.
"It doesn't matter. Fear is the only real enemy. If you break that… they break."
3 — Walking Through Flesh
Kanoji forced himself to rise.
He ran, or what counted as running—through streets of rot and sinew, towers of skulls, rivers of blood, stretching infinitely.
Bodies reached from walls, floors, ceilings.
Some whispered his name. Others mimicked screams he had heard before.
Every step, his soul burned with pressure.
Every breath, the demon murmured strategies:
"Step between their attacks. Use momentum. Their hunger is reflex, not thought."
He dodged a hand that tried to pull his head off, rolled under a torso swinging from above, spun around to thrust his demon's shadow into the nearest corpse, tearing sinew and pulling it apart.
Each move burned him, tore him, but also sharpened his focus.
4 — The Conversation of Madness
Between bursts of carnage, Kanoji's demon spoke:
"This is not reality. It is memory. It is horror made tangible. If we think, we survive. If we panic, we die."
"But why? Why is the whole world… like this?" Kanoji gasped, stepping over a crushed skull that whispered his own name.
"Because death remembers. And the Junk of Body… is the record of every life lost, every soul ignored, every choice you feared to make."
Kanoji swallowed hard.
He understood.
The only way out was through, not around.
Through the wave of corpses.
Through the horror.
Through himself.
5 — Climax of the Memory
Bodies surged. Hands, skulls, torsos—all launched at him at once.
The demon's shadow fused with him, giving strength, giving speed.
Kanoji spun, dodged, tore, leaped.
Every corpse he destroyed splintered into hundreds of smaller fragments, screaming in silent agony.
The Junk of Body stretched further, trying to swallow him into infinity.
Then, a moment of stillness.
He looked up.
Above him, the sky was nothing but teeth and eyes.
The demon whispered:
"One move, one choice, and you leave. Fail, and you are part of the Junk forever."
Kanoji gritted his teeth.
He surged forward, his shadow and body one, bursting through the mass of corpses in a single, unstoppable motion.
6 — Exit and Outro
The memory shattered.
The Junk of Body collapsed, screaming, twisting, fading into shadow.
Kanoji stumbled into a void.
Breathing heavy, chest heaving.
The world outside slowly reassembled itself.
Air, light, reality—returning, fragile and trembling.
He looked back.
A whisper lingered, carried on the wind:
"You escaped… for now. But the Junk of Body remembers. It waits. And next time… it will not be so merciful."
Kanoji sank to his knees.
The demon inside him receded, but its voice lingered:
"We survived. Together. But the world remembers. Always."
Rain fell outside the void.
Whispering voices faded.
And somewhere, in the shadows, a faint, blood-stained smile waited.
Episode-11 — THE FULL MEMORY
Intro — "When Reality Fractured"
The world cracked silently.
Not with noise, not with light, but with a sense of inevitability.
Air tasted thick, like rust and old blood.
Shadows moved with intention.
Colors screamed and bled into each other.
And in that fractured sky, Kanoji stood—alone, but not alone.
The ground beneath him was familiar… yet unrecognizable.
Buildings stretched impossibly, like limbs frozen mid‑scream.
Every corner, every shadow, hid a memory—some forgotten, some better left buried.
He could hear them whisper: the echoes of past fights, past fears, past failures.
And the worst of all… himself.
The demon inside stirred. Its voice a rasp of metal and flame:
"Welcome, Kanoji. You asked for the truth. You asked to remember it all. Now… survive it."
1 — The Doorway of Memories
Kanoji stepped forward.
The air pulsed around him, thick with intent.
Suddenly, the ground shattered beneath his feet.
Bodies—friends, enemies, strangers—erupted like geysers of flesh.
Each face was a story, a memory, a scar.
Some smiled, some screamed, some twisted in agony.
He tried to speak, but words dissolved into the screams around him.
The demon whispered:
"Do not resist. Walk through. Understand them… or they will understand you first."
Kanoji's heart raced.
A memory hit him like a hammer—two years ago, Aki, the supermarket DLC, the laughter they shared in VR…
And now, even that joy was twisted. Faces of his friend, broken, hollow, reaching for him.
2 — The Matrix of Horror
He ran, but the world was a labyrinth of sinew and steel.
Walls flexed like muscles.
Streets curved impossibly.
Corpses climbed, swung, flew, and fell—all moving with terrifying intent.
He felt hands grip his legs, pull at his arms, tug at his hair.
Screams and whispers layered over each other, a symphony of horror.
The demon surged:
"Think. Move. Your fear feeds them. If you break that chain… you break them."
Kanoji spun, dodged a falling torso, grabbed a shattered arm and used it like a lever to fling a cluster of screaming corpses.
Every motion tore at his sanity. Every breath screamed in agony.
Yet, his focus sharpened, and the nightmare became a battlefield.
3 — The Smile in the Shadows
From above, a soft, chilling laugh echoed—high-pitched, metallic.
A grin appeared in the shadows, stretching impossibly, impossibly wide.
The Smile had returned.
Its body flickered in and out of reality, bending space around it.
Kanoji felt the ground ripple like liquid under his boots.
"You cannot hide," it whispered.
"I am the memory you forgot to fear. The joy you clung to… is mine now."
Kanoji's demon responded:
"Do not fear her shape. Fear is a weapon; use it."
With a scream, Kanoji lunged. Bullets tore through the air, shadowy demon forms clashing with Smile's liquid flesh.
Reality cracked around them—walls folded, gravity reversed, echoes of screams multiplied infinitely.
4 — Walking Through Flesh and Shadow
Corpses surged again.
Kanoji twisted, rolled, slid, leaped—every move a dance between life and annihilation.
The demon whispered strategies:
"Step between their attacks. Their hunger is instinct, not thought. Strike where the world bends."
Smile warped around him, appearing from the floor, walls, ceiling.
Time flickered. One second, a memory from two years ago; the next, a corpse from yesterday, screaming silently.
Kanoji's own reflection in broken glass grinned at him—then lunged.
He swung his arm. The demon's shadow erupted, merging with him, amplifying speed and strength.
Every enemy he touched dissolved into fragments of memory, screaming echoes that shook the world.
5 — Conversation of Madness
Amid the chaos, the demon spoke again, softly now:
"This is the Full Memory, Kanoji. Every pain, every fear, every betrayal… made manifest. If you succumb, you are history."
Kanoji, bloodied, bruised, heart hammering:
"Why… Why all of it? Why me?"
"Because you survived it all. And survivors… remember. The world remembers through you. Through fear. Through flesh."
He swallowed. He understood. Survival was not moving. Survival was knowing. Facing it all.
6 — The Climax — Mind, Body, Memory
Smile launched itself, merging with thousands of corpses around him.
A tidal wave of flesh, memory, and nightmare crashed into him.
Kanoji's shadow fused completely with the demon.
He became faster, sharper, more instinct than human.
He spun, tore, leaped, and struck.
Every fragment of corpse, every scream, every warped memory shattered like glass.
The world bent around him—sky becoming floor, walls becoming rivers of sinew, the air thick with screams and whispers.
Then, he saw it: the core.
A mass of everything—the Junk of Body, The Smile, every fear, every memory—pulsating in impossible colors.
He struck once, perfectly timed, perfectly synchronized with the demon inside.
Everything shattered. The sound of silence, the absence of breath, the void beyond nightmare.
7 — Exit and Outro
Kanoji fell into darkness.
The memory world dissolved, collapsing into nothing.
Air returned. Light returned. Reality—shaky, trembling, fragile—returned.
Rain tapped his face.
Silence pressed around him.
The demon whispered:
"You survived. Together. But remember… the Full Memory does not forget. It waits. Always."
And in the shadows, faintly, a smile remained.
Blood-stained. Twisted. Watching.
Waiting for the next memory to fracture.
THE FULL MEMORY
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Episode-12 — THE RETURN OF DREAM
Intro — "When Darkness Speaks"
Darkness swallowed everything.
No stars. No moon. Just an infinite void, thick with silence.
And in that silence, one figure stood.
Kenzu. Alone.
His voice cut through the black like a blade:
"Kanoji… it's time. Time to destroy this world."
The void trembled with his intent.
Shadows bent toward him, whispering secrets of forgotten souls.
And somewhere… far away, a smile flickered.
Not human. Not kind.
Just… observing.
1 — Kenzu's Call
Kenzu's eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
Every word he spoke seemed to fracture the air:
"Kanoji… come. Watch as I unmake everything."
In the distance, Kanoji appeared.
He stepped forward, heart racing, but the world already shifting beneath his feet.
As he approached, he saw it: the Smile.
Grinning wider than sanity allowed, every tooth sharp like shattered glass.
It lingered, silent, its presence amplifying the darkness.
2 — The Rising Horde
Suddenly, from the shadows, figures emerged.
At first a handful. Then hundreds. Then millions.
Zombie-like humans, twisted and broken, all reaching toward Kanoji.
Their eyes hollow, their screams silent but felt in his chest.
And then he realized… their faces? They were mirrors of the world's fear, his fear.
Kanoji tried to move, but the horde surged.
He was sinking into them—only his face visible.
A thousand hands clutched at him.
A million eyes stared.
And he screamed:
"Kenzu… I will destroy this world!"
3 — Memory Fracture
As Kanoji yelled, his memories splintered.
Past, present, nightmare—all collided inside his mind.
His body flailed, half alive, half drowning in the sea of bodies.
Each touch of the zombies tore at his soul, breaking pieces of his memory, leaving him raw, vulnerable.
Kenzu's laughter echoed everywhere:
"Yes… break. Become what you feared."
And through it all, the Smile just watched.
Silent. Hungry. Smiling.
4 — Return to the Game
Suddenly, the nightmare snapped.
Kanoji's world fractured and collapsed.
He awoke—not in darkness—but back in the game.
The familiar chaos greeted him.
Aki and Ryo were mid-battle, guns blazing, fighting off a swarm of bounty hunters.
Kanoji staggered into the scene, memory broken, mind reeling.
The world of flesh and shadows was behind him… for now.
But the fear lingered, etched into his very soul.
5 — Episode Ending —
Kanoji looked at the fighting pair, then to the horizon, voice hoarse but determined:
"I… will finish this. I will destroy what needs to be destroyed."
The Smile's faint grin flickered in the corner of his vision—silent, patient, waiting.
The game continued. The battle raged.
And somewhere, Kenzu's shadow loomed over everything, promising the nightmare was far from over.
End of Episode-12 — THE RETURN OF DREAM
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Episode-13 — THE GAME BEGIN-
Intro — "When War Beckons"
The horizon burned red under a sky heavy with smoke.
Not sunlight. Not stars. Only the cold, calculating eyes of 100 bounty hunters, all targeting one name: Kanoji.
Kanoji stepped forward.
Shadow fused with demon energy, veins glowing, fists coiling like springs of destruction.
"Stay alive… Aki, Ryo… I will end this," he whispered, eyes blazing.
The ground trembled. Dust rose. The first wave advanced.
1 — First Contact: Bones & Walls
A hunter charged, knife drawn. Kanoji pivoted, fist connecting with the hunter's chest.
CRACK! Bones shattered. Red mist exploded from impact.
HP meter (if it existed) would plummet: 100 → 0 in a single hit.
Two more came. Kanoji ducked under a swing, slammed a shoulder into a wall, rebound off the rubble, and punched both hunters midair.
THUD! Flesh met stone, ringing echoes filling the mount.
Another hunter tried to grab him.
Kanoji twisted, spun, elbow smashed ribs:
KRACK! Pain echoed like a gunshot. Shadow energy tore the body apart.
The battlefield screamed in silence. Blood dripped, walls cracked, debris fell like rain.
2 — Shadow Demon Rampage
The demon inside fully emerged.
Shadow arms extended, striking multiple hunters simultaneously:
Punch #1: Head smashed into rock → BANG!
Punch #2: Gut strike → armor splintered → red spray
Kick: 3 hunters flew into each other → bones fractured, unconscious
Kanoji moved faster than sight. Each strike had force enough to crack stone walls, tear metal rifles in half, and send armor flying like paper.
"One step, one strike, one death at a time," whispered the demon.
3 — Midwave Carnage
Hunters tried group attacks: 5 on him at once.
He ducked, spinning elbow broke jaw, knees slammed into chest: CRUNCH!
Fist met wall, rebound → BOOM! → threw 3 hunters off a ledge.
Shadow limbs wrapped 2 others, tearing them apart.
One hunter fired a shotgun—bullets ricocheted, CLANG! CLANG!, barely grazing his arm as shadow energy absorbed impact.
Bodies collided midair, screams muffled by crushing force. Blood mixed with dust.
4 — The 100 Kill Sequence
Every hit counted:
Hunter lunges → KO with uppercut → head smashes wall → BANG! HP 100 → 0
Hunter swings sword → deflected → elbow to skull → CRUNCH! HP 100 → 0
Two hunters try flank → spinning kick → armor shattered → THUD! HP 100 → 0
Shotgun blast → shadow block → recoil sends hunter flying → impact on rock → BOOM! HP 100 → 0
Repeat. Precision perfect, chaos controlled.
By the end, all 100 bounty hunters lay broken, bodies crumpled, walls shattered, dust and blood mixing.
5 — Wall & Debris Interaction
Kanoji slammed hunters into mountain walls repeatedly:
CRACK! Wall fissures spiderweb across stone
THUD! Falling rubble crushes remaining armor
BANG! Bodies ricochet from debris
Every punch showed impact: limbs bent unnaturally, armor dented, debris scattered, echoes of destruction vibrating the mount.
6 — Aftermath
Kanoji stood alone, chest heaving, fists bloodied, debris around him.
100 elite hunters dead. Wall cracks, shattered rocks, dust clouds—entire mount bore the imprint of his fury.
The demon whispered:
"Level 5000 unlocked… next wave awaits."
Kanoji raised his fists:
"The game has truly begun."
Wind carried faint echoes of Smile and Kenzu, watching patiently from shadows.
The battlefield was silent, but the storm was far from over.
End of Episode-13 — THE GAME BEGIN
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Episode-14— THE WEAK ONE
Intro — "When Strength Fails"
The air shimmered with digital distortion.
Kanoji stepped into a VR arena, reality bending, colors flickering, gravity shifting.
Before him stood The Beast Hunter, towering, aura crackling like molten steel.
Level: 10,000,000.
Stats glowing above him:
HP: 50,000,000
Skill: Perfect reflexes
Armor: Adaptive demon-resistant plating
Damage: 100,000+ per strike
Kanoji's own stats flickered, dimmer:
HP: 8,000,000
Skill: Max human + demon synergy
Armor: Shadow infusion
Damage: 500,000 per punch
The arena pulsed with anticipation.
"This is no ordinary fight," whispered the demon inside him.
"Your weakness will be exposed."
1 — First Clash: Shockwave
The Beast Hunter lunged.
Kanoji threw a punch. CRASH! The fist met armor, a shockwave ricocheted through the VR arena.
Damage displayed: Kanoji → 200,000 HP lost
Damage to Beast Hunter: 0 (Armor nullified)
Kanoji staggered back.
"Level 10 million… impossible…"
The Beast Hunter struck with a backhand.
Kanoji's armor flashed red → HP drop 400,000
Wall impact BOOM!, debris flies, virtual dust clouds
Skill check: Reaction failed by 5%
2 — The Weakness Exposed
Kanoji tried a flurry. Three punches, spinning elbows, kicks—
Punch 1 → absorbed → HP drop 300,000
Punch 2 → parried → HP drop 250,000
Kick → blocked → recoil damage 150,000
The Beast Hunter moved faster than light, each strike leaving glowing impact marks.
"You cannot overwhelm me with raw strength alone," the voice echoed.
Kanoji's shadow flared in desperation, stats blinking:
HP: 6,900,000
Damage efficiency: 20%
Skill delay: 0.5 sec
3 — Fist Fight Escalation
Kanoji dodged a series of punches, weaving between reality-bending strikes.
Punch counter → Beast Hunter hit the wall → CRUNCH!, damage 500,000 HP
Kanoji tries shadow strike → partially absorbed → 100,000 recoil
Demon whispers: "Push past your limits… you are weak, yes. But not defeated."
The VR arena glitched, walls bending, shadows twisting—every impact tracked:
Wall cracks → visual FX
Debris sprays → particle simulation
HP bars flicker, hit markers floating above bodies
4 — Mid-Fight Analysis
Kanoji crouched. Shadow arms flexing, energy coiling.
Stats HUD flickered:
Enemy HP: 49,000,000
Kanoji HP: 6,500,000
Armor integrity: 70%
Damage per punch: 450,000
"One mistake and you die," hissed the Beast Hunter.
He launched a 360-degree strike.
Kanoji barely rolled, crashing into a digital wall:
THUD! HP lost 500,000
Wall fissured, VR debris flies, sparks of data scatter
Skill check: 2% delay → partially stunned
5 — Weak but Surviving
Kanoji's fists met the Beast Hunter's armor. Sparks exploded.
Impact displays: Flesh simulated + armor resist = 0 damage
Every punch sent shockwaves, walls cracked, the ground trembling.
HP bars flicker
Armor integrity status above enemies blink red
Every strike triggers impact sound: CRUNCH, BANG, THUD
Kanoji was weaker than ever, yet he kept moving, shadow fists weaving, stamina draining:
HP: 6,200,000
Damage efficiency: 25%
Skill cooldown: 0.3 sec
6 — VR Nightmare Escalates
The Beast Hunter slammed him into the arena floor.
Kanoji's shadow splintered → stun 1 sec
HP drop: 600,000
Arena walls cracked, debris showered, dust particles glowed red
He countered with shadow-enhanced punch → partially effective
Beast Hunter HP: -200,000 (tiny dent)
Recoil: 50,000 damage to Kanoji
The arena flickered, reality bending, every hit exaggerated, like a VR nightmare simulation testing Kanoji's limits.
7 — End Scene — Still Standing
Kanoji stumbled, bruised, battered, sweat and blood mixing with shadow energy.
HP: 5,500,000
Damage output at 25% efficiency.
Armor integrity holding at 60%.
He raised a bloodied fist.
"I… may be weak… but I will survive."
The Beast Hunter loomed, glowing, ready to strike again.
VR stats flashed:
Level difference: 10 million → 1 million
Damage potential: unmatched
Fight… far from over
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Episode-15— THE WIN OR LOSE
Intro — "When Fate Decides"
The arena glowed in an eerie crimson light.
Kanoji stumbled, breath shallow, shadow flickering.
His chest rattled with every heartbeat, ribs cracked, jaw broken, blood dripping from his mouth.
The Beast Hunter loomed, flawless, aura crackling:
Level: 10,000,000
HP: 49,000,000
Skill: Perfect reflex + adaptive strike
Armor: Tensuko Ketsu infused plating
Damage: 150,000+ per punch
Kanoji's stats flashed weakly:
HP: 3,200,000
Skill: Shadow infuse maxed, but body broken
Armor: 40%
Damage per strike: 200,000
"This… this is it… if gods want me alive…", whispered Kanoji, every breath agony.
1 — Absolute Destruction
The Beast Hunter struck with precision.
Punch → chest → CRUNCH! HP drop 500,000
Strike → ribs → KRACK! HP drop 600,000
Elbow → jaw → SNAP! HP drop 400,000
The arena shook. Wall cracks spider-webbed, debris flying.
Damage effects visualized: numbers floating above Kanoji, red flashes for critical hits.
Every step was agony. Every movement a test of survival.
The demon inside hissed:
"You are broken… survive or perish."
Kanoji fell to one knee, barely breathing.
2 — God-Level Survival
Time slowed. Blood dripping, shadow flickering.
Kanoji's HP: 2,000,000
Skill efficiency: 10%
Armor integrity: 30%
"If fate wants me to live… I will rise."
He gritted his teeth, shadow energy sparking, every broken rib, jaw, and muscle screaming.
He pushed up, every movement slow, agonized—but unstoppable.
Shadow arms extended → fists glowing
Blood petal skill activated → petals swirl, cutting air around him
Level effect: +50% reflex for survival instinct
3 — Counterstrike — Blood Petal Fury
Kanoji launched forward:
Punch → Beast Hunter's armor → SPARKS! partial damage
Kick → stagger → HP 48,500,000
Shadow spin strike → armor cracks → visual FX: cracks spider-web over Tensuko Ketsu plating
Blood rose petals danced with every strike, slicing shadows, leaving trails of crimson.
HP bar flashes
Damage numbers: 500,000–1,000,000 per strike depending on critical timing
Skill: Blood Rose Petal Moves → lvl 50 skill activation
4 — Final Strike
Kanoji roared, fusing full demon + shadow + blood petal energy:
Level effect: +200% damage
Attack speed: 2x normal
HP: 1,800,000 (critical condition)
He slammed his fist → shattered Tensuko Ketsu armor.
Beast Hunter staggered → HP 30,000,000 remaining
Armor pieces broke → sparks & debris flying
Then, with demon-infused, shadow-pulled Tensuko Ketsu sword, he pierced the Beast Hunter:
Slash → critical → armor shattered
HP: 0 → Beast Hunter collapses
Blood rose petals swirl, every strike leaving trails of crimson magic
Damage display: 5,000,000 (final critical)
Skill activated: Tensuko Ketsu Final Strike
The Beast Hunter's body shattered, armor and plating ripped, aura dissipated.
5 — End Scene — Rising From Ruin
Kanoji collapsed, chest heaving, blood covering him.
HP flashing: 1,500,000
Armor: broken, shadow flickering
Skill cooldowns: maxed
He raised Tensuko Ketsu sword, blood petals drifting in the VR arena wind.
"I… survived. I… won… but barely."
The arena dimmed, light fading.
Every hit, every broken bone, every damage effect still lingering in the air.
The Beast Hunter lay defeated, but the scars of this battle would never fade.
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Episode-16— FINALLY PEACE
Intro — "The Calm After Chaos"
Sunlight filtered gently through broken windows. Dust danced in lazy beams.
Kanoji, Aki, and Ryo sat together, their bodies healing, minds slowly unclenching from the endless battles.
The VR arena was gone, the battlefield behind them.
For the first time in weeks, there was peace.
"Feels… normal," Aki whispered, stretching arms, a faint smile on her face.
Kanoji chuckled, sitting down on a worn bench, shadow energy dimmed but still flickering faintly.
"Finally… no one trying to kill us for once."
1 — Heal Up
Kanoji checked their wounds.
Bandages replaced, wounds cleaned
Ryo groaned as medics patched broken ribs
Aki smiled as bruises faded
Stats visualized silently above them:
HP: Restored 90–100%
Armor/Equipment: Slightly damaged, now repaired
Skill cooldowns: reset
Water dripped softly from a healing fountain. Warm tea sat on a table nearby.
"We survived… again," Ryo said, sipping carefully.
"And now we actually get to eat without dodging bullets."
2 — Food & Bath
They moved to the common area.
Steam rose from bath tubs, warm and soothing.
Kanoji dunked his head under, water washing blood and grime away.
Food arrived:
Fresh bread, stew, vegetables
Meat roasted, aroma filling the air
Aki laughed as Kanoji struggled with chopsticks, dropping stew on his lap
"Watch it, rookie," he said with a grin.
"You're supposed to be eating, not redecorating the floor."
3 — Weapons & Testing
After eating, Kanoji pulled out weapons.
Blade: sharpened, gleaming
Gun: cleaned, ammo counted
Shadow energy integrated for small testing
Aki tested the blade:
Swift slashes, practice stance
Shadow-infused strike → sparks, small demo only
Ryo laughed: "Not bad, but still slower than me!"
They laughed together. Bonds strengthened, tension easing.
4 — Clothes & Small Talk
New clothes arrived: clean, simple, comfortable.
Ryo complained about the buttons
Aki twirled in her outfit, smiling
Kanoji tried a new jacket, shrugged: "Better than rags at least."
Conversation flowed:
Memories of last battles, lightly teased
Jokes about "almost dying" moments
Plans for future missions, but for now… just enjoying peace
5 — Sunset Calm
They sat outside.
Sunset painted the sky in orange and crimson.
Silence comfortable
Shadows long, warm wind on their faces
Laughter echoed softly, a rare melody
"Finally… peace," Kanoji murmured, watching the horizon.
Aki and Ryo nodded, leaning on him slightly, smiles soft and genuine.
The world was still dangerous, but for now, they were alive, together, and safe.
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Episode-17— THE SMILE BACK
Intro — "When the Smile Returns"
The battlefield was empty. The sun hung lazily in the sky.
Kanoji stretched his back, cracking his shoulders like a boss.
His lips curled into that badass, cocky smile everyone feared and loved.
"Heh… you guys ready for some real fun, or are we just gonna sit here and look like a couple of idiots?" he said, winking at Aki and Ryo.
Aki rolled her eyes.
"Oh lord, here we go…"
Ryo snorted, shaking his head.
Kanoji strutted like he owned the world, shadow energy flickering lightly, almost as if it danced along his grin.
1 — Funny Training
He threw a punch at a target dummy.
POW! Hits too hard, dummy flies across the room
Kanoji laughed, flexing his fist, "Oops… sorry, that was my bad!"
Aki facepalmed, Ryo laughed so hard he almost fell
Shadow arms peeked out as he twirled around, kicking and flipping, barely touching the ground.
"Step aside, amateurs. Watch a master at work."
He attempted a spin kick, slipped on spilled water, CRASH!, landed on his ass.
Stood up immediately, brushing dust off, grin wider than ever:
"All part of the plan, baby!"
2 — Weapon Testing, Funny Style
Kanoji picked up a blade.
Slashed air → sparks
Misjudged swing → nearly cut a wall → "Well… that was close. Almost killed the vibe!"
He tried a gun, cocky as ever:
"Bang bang, motherfuckers!"
Bullet hit a barrel → small explosion → smoke everywhere
Kanoji sneezed, waved smoke away dramatically: "Damn, even the gun's having fun!"
Aki muttered:
"You're insane."
Kanoji winked:
"Insanity is my middle name, sweetheart."
3 — Badass Movements + Swagger
Kanoji danced through shadows like a goddamn legend:
Rolling → elbow strike → flips over nothing
Shadow fist punches → air crackling
Every movement exaggerated, like a show for himself
Whispered: "Try and keep up, bitches."
Ryo groaned.
"I can't… this dude's insane."
Aki giggled uncontrollably.
Even when tripping over a chair, Kanoji made it look intentional, striking a pose on the ground:
"Yep… nailed it."
4 — Har 18+ Dialogue Moment
Between swings and flips:
"Oi, you wanna see what a real asshole looks like? Watch this."
"Motherfuckin' hell, that move was sexy as shit, don't deny it!"
"Bitch, don't move or I'll fuckin' destroy that target too."
All said with smile and cocky charm, making the moment ridiculous yet badass.
5 — Chilling + Laughing
Finally, they sat on a balcony. Wind brushing their faces.
Kanoji leaned back, arms behind head, grin wider than ever:
"I missed this… just laughing, feeling alive, acting like a total fuckin' idiot. Best medicine ever."
Aki shook her head.
"You're hopeless."
Kanoji winked:
"Hopeless? Nah… just having fun before the next apocalypse."
Ryo threw a pillow at him.
"Seriously, shut the hell up for one second!"
Kanoji caught it mid-air, spun it like a frisbee, tossed it back:
"Nope. Fun doesn't end here."
6 — End Scene — Smile Fully Back
As sun set, shadows long and golden, Kanoji's smile radiated cocky badass energy:
Shadow energy flickering
Sword at his side, gun holstered
Blood, sweat, dust? Yeah, all still badass
Stats: HP full, skill cooldown ready, damage potential maxed
"The smile's back, bitches. And don't you forget it."
Episode-18— THE NIGHTMARE AWAKE
Intro — "When Nightmares Walk"
The void stretched endlessly. No ground. No tracks. Only darkness pierced by jagged flashes of lightning.
A train appeared from nowhere. Its wheels were flames; its tracks were missing, as if reality itself had abandoned it.
Kanoji stepped forward, boots crunching over unseen floor, eyes glowing faintly. His shadow flickered behind him, alive and tense.
"Damn it… this is worse than I imagined," he muttered.
Aki's voice echoed from behind him, tremulous:
"Kanoji… what is this place?"
Every heartbeat vibrated through the void. A thousand ghostly whispers cried out, clawing at his soul.
1 — The Floating Train
The train roared forward with fire in its wheels, steam hissing like a living predator.
No rails, no floor—if you sat down, there was no coming back.
Lightning cracked the void; debris floated and shifted unnaturally.
Faces flickered in the shadows of the train—souls, distorted, screaming, reaching for them.
Kanoji grabbed Aki's arm:
"Stay close. Don't look down. Don't think… just move."
The air tasted of ash and blood, each inhalation burning the lungs.
Shadow energy pulsed around Kanoji's fists, ready to strike anything that moved.
2 — First Ghost Wave
From the darkness, skeletal forms emerged:
Ghosts with burning eyes
Souls wreathed in fire
Shadowed hands that stretched impossibly long
Kanoji swung a shadow-infused fist:
CRACK! Skull shatters, ghost screams silent but audible in the mind
HP meter flashes: minor damage received from one ghost claw grazing his shoulder
"These things… never learn," he snarled.
He launched a spinning kick → impact explosion, sending fire-souls screaming back into the void.
3 — Chasing Horror
The train floated closer. Flames licking its sides, sparks flying into the void.
Hollow eyes watched them from every window
Claws swiped at their legs as they ran
Shadows shifted unpredictably, trying to trap them
Lightning revealed glimpses of broken railless floor: stepping wrong meant falling into infinite nothingness.
Kanoji jumped, catching Aki mid-fall:
Shadow tendrils wrapped her, pulling her safely onto the floating debris
HP meter shows: Aki's fear level skyrocketing
Kanoji: level 10,000, shadow punch damage: 500,000 per hit
4 — Flashing Nightmare Corridor
They entered a narrow corridor of fire and floating debris.
Walls twisted into faces, screaming silently
Souls reached out, forming claws, burning the air
Every step was agony; every breath scorched the throat
Kanoji's fists glowed with shadow energy.
Punch → ghost → impact FX: shatter, sparks, echoing CRUNCH
Kick → stagger → soul flame disperses
HP: Kanoji 95%, Aki 80% (fear penalties)
"This is worse than the last boss…" Kanoji muttered.
5 — Train Collision
The train twisted reality, appearing in front and behind them simultaneously.
Ghosts multiplied, faster than human eyes could track
Flames spiraled into the sky, painting shadows of horror
Smoke formed screaming faces
Kanoji rolled under a ghost attack:
Wall impact: THUD! sparks flying, debris crashing
Shadow aura pulsed → each punch amplified → 600,000 damage to enemies
Lightning strike → brief blindness → he shielded Aki
6 — Fire Soul Barrage
From above, fire-souls rained down:
Each strike caused HP drop: minor if grazed
Shadow leaps deflected the attacks
Kanoji countered with spin-kick → fire explodes midair, raining sparks and ghost fragments
"You want me? Come get me, fuckers," he shouted, grinning through blood and sweat.
Aki's HP flickered: fear level dropped as Kanoji protected her, teaching her to step between shadows for safety.
7 — Ghostly Flash Finale
Lightning illuminated the void:
Train and ghosts converged
Shadows stretched like fingers, grabbing at their limbs
Fire ignited around debris, the arena collapsing
Kanoji surged:
Shadow-infused punch → multiple ghosts disintegrate
Spin → shadow fist whirlwind, slicing air → 1,000,000 damage visualized
Blood and shadow effect: petals swirl around him, deflecting attacks
He kicked a massive ghost → CRASH into void
Impact echoed like thunder
Debris and flame scattered
Aki held onto him, eyes wide, heart pounding
8 — Escape to Reality
The train slowed, twisting into a void fissure.
Kanoji jumped → pulled Aki with him
Shadow tendrils guided them
Ghosts clawed → he deflected, shattering one after another
HP: Kanoji 85% (minor scratches), Aki 75% (panic)
They landed on solid ground as the nightmare dissolved.
Void collapsed behind them, screaming into silence.
9 — End Scene — Horror Lingers
Aki collapsed, trembling, still pale.
Kanoji crouched beside her, smiling faintly:
"See? Told you… nightmares are only scary until you punch them in the face."
Lightning flashed one last time, illuminating faint ghostly silhouettes that lingered in the corner of vision.
"They'll wait… but not today," Kanoji whispered, shadow energy dimming, aura calm.
The world outside the nightmare was silent, but the echo of fire, souls, and shadowed screams lingered.
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Episode-19 — THE SILENT SONG
Intro — "When Sound Becomes Nightmare"
The world was swallowed by infinite darkness.
No ground, no walls, no horizon—only the void.
A single song filled everything, wrapping reality around itself:
🎵 Song: ひびく静寂の歌 (Hibiku Seijaku no Uta — "The Echoing Song of Silence")
Soft, melodic at first, almost hypnotic.
Then distorted, demonic, tearing at sanity.
Constantly pulsing, bending shadows, warping space.
Kanoji moved cautiously, shadow flickering.
Every heartbeat synchronized with the melody.
Whispers floated with the song: "来て… 加入して… 永遠にここに…" ("Come… join us… stay here forever…")
1 — The Glitch Figure Emerges
From the shadows, it appeared:
Head spinning violently.
Eyes crawling from sockets, teeth glitching.
No hands, no brain—just corrupted, pulsing flesh.
The song shaped reality:
Shadows flailed in rhythm.
Fire flickered, smoke twisted with the melody.
Debris floated, moving with the notes.
Kanoji readied his shadow fists.
2 — Chase Through the Void
The figure advanced with the song, every movement synced perfectly:
Floor warped dangerously with each beat.
Ghostly hands reached for Kanoji in time with the melody.
Lightning flashed, revealing floating debris and shifting shadows.
Kanoji's shadow fists struck the figure:
CRACK! Impact reverberated.
Teeth snapped violently, eyes flashed, head jerked unnaturally.
"You're not real… just a nightmare," Kanoji growled.
3 — Nightmare Corridor
Void twisted into a narrow corridor, lined with flickering fire and ghostly debris.
Faces appeared briefly in walls, screaming silently.
Tentacle-like shadows lashed out in sync with the song.
Kanoji spun through, shadow fists smashing corrupted flesh:
Sparks and smoke burst from every strike.
Fire souls erupted from floor cracks, pulsing with the melody.
Aki watched from a distance, trembling under the influence of the song.
4 — Song-Driven Assault
The melody intensified endlessly:
Shadows swirled around the figure, pulsing.
Teeth snapped, eyes darted, head spun unnaturally.
Fire and smoke erupted everywhere.
Kanoji's shadow whirlwind moved in perfect sync:
Ghostly fragments scattered.
Every strike enhanced by the aura, matching the song.
5 — Climax
Song reached peak intensity:
Lightning, fire, shadows collided with the melody.
Glitch figure lunged, teeth snapping, head jerking.
Kanoji unleashed his final shadow assault:
Pulses perfectly timed with the song.
Debris, fire, and ghostly fragments scattered violently.
Figure partially disintegrated, still glitching, syncing with the haunting melody.
6 — Silence Falls
The song abruptly stopped. Void froze.
Figure remained, head spinning slowly, teeth glitching, eyes blank.
No hands, no brain, only corrupted flesh pulsing faintly.
Kanoji stepped back, shadow dimming.
"Some nightmares don't end with sound," he whispered.
7 — Final Horror Song (Full Mystery Finale)
Then, as the episode's last scene, the song returned—longer, darker, full horror/mystery Japanese version:
🎵 Full horror/mystery song:
"暗闇の中で響く声"
(Kurayami no naka de hibiku koe — "Voices Echoing in Darkness")
"影が揺れる,魂が裂ける"
(Kage ga yureru, tamashii ga sakeru — "Shadows sway, souls tear apart")
"目は空を見つめ,歯が闇を裂く"
(Me wa sora o mitsume, ha ga yami o saku — "Eyes stare into the void, teeth tear the darkness")
"永遠に終わらぬ旋律,虚無の中で囁く"
(Eien ni owaranu senritsu, kyomu no naka de sasayaku — "An eternal unending melody, whispering in the void")
"魂は囚われ,影は踊る"
(Tamashii wa toraware, kage wa odoru — "Souls are trapped, shadows dance")
"恐怖の波に飲まれ,存在は消える"
(Kyōfu no nami ni nomare, sonzai wa kieru — "Swallowed by waves of terror, existence fades away")
"来たれ,永遠の夜へ…"
(Kitare, eien no yoru e — "Come, into the eternal night…")
The figure stood amidst the void, glitching, still synced to the horror song.
Shadows writhed around it, fire souls pulsed, debris floated.
The void's silence contrasted with the terrifying melody.
Kanoji's shadow flared one last time. The air trembled.
But the song's echo remained… lingering… haunting…
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Episode-20 — THE DECISION
Intro — "When Choices Break Reality"
The void stretched endlessly, but this time, it was heavier.
A choice awaited. A decision that would shape life, death, and everything between.
Before Kanoji and Aki, two options materialized like fractured glass in the air:
1. Return to real life — yet never see anyone again. Alone, trapped in silence. Forever.
2. Remain in this game world — eternal battle, endless death, each moment a fight against oblivion.
The air thickened. Time slowed. Shadows from the previous nightmares whispered and twisted.
"What… what do we choose?" Aki whispered, trembling.
Kanoji's shadow flared. His chest burned. The weight of every battle pressed on his mind.
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1 — The Heart and Brain Appears
From the darkness, a grotesque, impossibly large heart and brain emerged.
Health: 1,000,000,000 HP
Pulsing in the void, synchronized like a living world.
Veins of shadow wrapped around it, thorns of corrupted flesh jutting out.
"This… this is the test," Kanoji muttered.
Every beat sent shockwaves. Every thought radiated a deadly aura.
Kanoji and Aki readied themselves.
Shadow fists charged.
Every strike calibrated, precise.
"We break it… or we are trapped," Kanoji said.
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2 — Battle Against Eternity
The heart pulsed violently. Brain emitted psychic energy that distorted reality:
Walls of shadow rose.
Fire, lightning, and ghostly hands lashed in rhythm with the pulses.
HP bars flickered as the damage meter appeared in their minds.
Kanoji struck first:
Shadow punch → 1,000,000 damage
Impact shattered fragments of the heart's shadow armor.
Aki followed:
Shadow blade slash → 500,000 damage
Brain flickered violently, pulsing mental waves that nearly knocked them back.
The heart lashed out:
Pulse shockwave → HP drop 50,000 each
Veins lashed → armor break 25%
The void itself quaked with each strike
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3 — Coordination and Power
Kanoji and Aki moved as one:
Fist, shadow spin, blade strike combo
Each attack timed with pulse beats
Shadow aura intensified → damage multiplier x2
Brain retaliated: psychic waves → HP drain, minor status effect: dizzy, vision blur
Heart lashed physically → Kanoji staggered, ribs cracked again, HP: 90%
"We can do this… together," Aki gritted.
They struck again:
Shadow fist → 2,500,000 damage
Blade → 1,200,000 damage
Heart and brain staggered, pulse weakened
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4 — The Final Assault
Kanoji focused all shadow energy:
Shadow fist spiral → critical damage 10,000,000
Veins of heart ruptured, corruption spread across void
Brain pulsed frantically, flickering in and out of existence
Aki followed with a precise strike:
Blade slice synchronized with pulse → 5,000,000 damage
Heart shattered partially, remaining fragments twisted violently
The void shook violently, reality bending.
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5 — Decision Realized
The heart and brain broke apart:
HP reached zero.
Pulse stopped.
Shadow, fire, and ghostly hands collapsed.
Kanoji and Aki stood in silence.
The choices floated again: real life or game world.
Kanoji exhaled:
"We decide… together."
Aki nodded.
Shadows faded.
The void returned to calm… but the weight of the choice remained.
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6 — Outro + Japanese Song
As the chapter ended, the Japanese song played softly, hauntingly:
🎵 Song: 終わらぬ決断の歌 (Owaranu Ketsudan no Uta — "Song of the Endless Decision")
Melody slow, melancholic, lingering
Echoes of battle, shadow, and broken heart pulse in the background
Whispers: "選べ…永遠か…孤独か…" ("Choose… eternity… or solitude…")
The song carried the feeling of:
Loss
Power
Mystery
Endless possibility
Kanoji and Aki's silhouettes faded as the melody reached its peak.
Fire souls, shadows, and fragments of the void shimmered once more, then dissolved.
Chapter-3 concluded, leaving the weight of the choice, the memory of battle, and the echo of the song lingering in the void.
THE END OF CHAPTER-3