"It's going to be the celebration of a generation!"
A wave of eager fans roared together, barely able to contain their excitement. Tens of thousands filled the plaza, all wearing T-shirts, jumpers, flags, and banners proudly marked with one word:
HOOKALOT.
Flex Hookalot — the most famous boxer in the entire Petan Galaxy.
For twenty-five years, he remained completely undefeated, boasting an astonishing record:
250 wins — 249 by knockout. No losses. No draws.
His power was so immense that he couldn't compete in human weight classes; instead, he fought in the legendary Beast Division — a class traditionally reserved for monsters, giants, and extraterrestrial titans.
Yet Flex Hookalot faced them all — opponents ten times his size — and he always won.
After 250 fights across eight different planets, the galaxy had decided:
25 years undefeated… 25 days of celebration!
Fans chanted the phrase in unison, their voices shaking the ground. The opening ceremony was being held on Planet Zuno, with the final ten days of festivities scheduled for his home planet, Rathe.
"This is the party of the century!"Excited spectators yelled as more than 500,000 fans gathered inside Zuno's colossal stadium.
Finally, the arena dimmed. A spotlight cut through the sky.
Mr. Hookalot appeared.
"Greetings to all my fans," he announced.
The crowd erupted — applause, cheers, screams — shaking the metal beams of the arena.
"I sincerely thank you all for the support you've given me throughout my career, and even now in my retirement," he continued."I will never forget the warm memories you all have blessed me with, nor the great battles we've experienced together."
He paused, breathing in the moment.
"However… nothing lasts forever. And I believe now is the right time to step away."
Fans murmured, some emotional, others simply grateful.
"I would like to thank the Zuno Federation for granting me the privilege of such a momentous celebration. Thank you again."
Another explosion of applause.
Fireworks burst into the sky above Zuno, painting the night with colour. The stadium glowed. People cheered, danced, and shouted his name—
—until a white light appeared high above the clouds.
At first the crowd cheered louder, assuming it was part of the show.
But the light grew. Brighter. Sharper. It pierced through the cloud layer, slicing it open.
Gasps spread across the arena.
An enormous, ancient ship — brown, metallic, carved with alien runes — descended slowly through the sky, hovering silently over the stadium.
Confusion rippled through the half-million spectators.
Mr. Hookalot raised his hands, attempting to calm them.
"Well," he joked, "looks like even someone from the past wants to join the party!"
A nervous laugh spread through the crowd.
But the ship did not move. Did not blink. Did not open hatches.
It simply hovered, ominous and patient, directly above the celebration of a lifetime.
The ancient ship groaned open, its colossal doors splitting apart like the jaws of a beast. Out of the blinding white interior stepped a frail, elderly sorcerer, hunched over a crooked staff carved from dark stone. His robes were torn, his face sunken, but his eyes burned with violent purpose.
He glanced slowly around the stadium — studying the terrified faces, the fireworks still crackling behind him, the celebration frozen in disbelief.
Then he shouted a phrase in an ancient, jagged tongue —"KHRATHA ZU'MOR!"
The sound cracked through the sky like thunder.
Instantly, thousands of monstrous creatures spilled out of the ship behind him. Crawling, flying, leaping — twisted things with claws, fangs, and limbs shaped for killing. They surged into the crowd.
Screams erupted.
"HELP!""PLEASE!""RUN!"The stadium dissolved into panic.
Fans tripped over each other, blood splattering across the glowing pavement. Creatures tore through rows of spectators, leaving trails of bodies behind. People stumbled, stampeded, and crushed one another in desperate attempts to escape. Some were covered in blood that wasn't their own.
It was chaos.Pure, horrifying chaos.
Flex Hookalot moved.
In a single heartbeat he leapt into the swarm, fists exploding with power.
CRACK.BOOM.THUD.
He tore through creatures at blinding speed, punching straight through their armour-like hides. His eyes burned with fury. Every swing flattened multiple monsters at once. He fought for the civilians, for the galaxy that had loved him, for the innocent people being slaughtered around him.
The frail sorcerer watched calmly from above, unmoving.
Then he raised his staff and barked another command:
"SHAZOO!"
Instantly, the creatures froze mid-attack and retreated, swarming back into the ship like shadows being sucked into a void.
Silence fell — only cries and whimpers echoed across the devastated stadium.
The sorcerer lifted his hands, weaving eerie symbols in the air. His staff glowed with violent energy.
Then he spoke a final, horrific incantation:
"GOZON ABU."
A wave of gas hissed out from the ship — green, boiling, alive.
It flooded the stadium, spreading unnaturally fast. Anyone it touched choked violently, blood pouring from their mouths, noses, even their eyes. Spectators collapsed instantly, dying within seconds of exposure.
The gas swept outward across the entire planet of Zuno — forests, oceans, wildlife, even microscopic life was obliterated. Plants curled and blackened. Animals dropped where they stood. Cities went still.
Zuno… died.
Flex Hookalot, physically stronger than any ordinary man, endured it longer than anyone else. But even he staggered, choking, body weakening. He collapsed against a shattered wall, wheezing, fighting for one more breath.
"Why…?" he whispered, barely audible.
The sorcerer drifted toward him, eyes cold as stone.
"You all must be punished for your crimes," he said. "Next… I will kill everyone on Rathe."
Rathe.His home.His wife, June.His sons, Nect and Jecht.
The thought burned in his final heartbeat.
With the last flicker of his strength, Flex Hookalot lunged — grabbing the sorcerer by the throat.
But there was no strength left.
His grip slipped.
And Flex Hookalot — legend of the Petan Galaxy, undefeated champion of 25 years — collapsed.
He died on the ruins of Zuno, surrounded by silence and ash.
"GOZON KADU."
At once, the toxic gas across Zuno dissolved into the air, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. What remained was far worse:silent devastation.
Bodies had been burned to ash where they stood. Others lay intact but already rotting, twisted in final moments of terror. Skyscrapers still towered above the horizon, untouched and eerily still — monuments to a planet that had been full of life only minutes ago.
The galaxy watched in horror.
Because the celebration of Mr Hookalot had been broadcast across all eight planets. Hundreds of millions witnessed the disaster unfold in real time. It was meant to be the greatest celebration in Petan history.
Instead, it became a massacre.
On Rathe, in the home Mr Hookalot cherished most, his two sons watched the final moment of their father's life.
Nect collapsed to his knees.
"THAT MONSTER! HOW COULD HE KILL MILLIONS? HOW COULD HE KILL OUR FATHER?!"His voice cracked, drowning in pure anguish.
Jecht, the older brother, watched silently—eyes hard, mind already racing, calculating, thinking of every possibility.
"We will avenge our father, Nect. I swear it," Jecht said quietly. "But right now, we must prepare. If we don't… the same thing will happen to Rathe."
Nect wiped his tears, but they were replaced instantly with more.
"I know it hurts," Jecht continued. "I'm breaking inside too. But if we lose focus, our friends… our people… even Mom… they all die."
The entire house was filled with grief.
June, Mr Hookalot's widow, was inconsolable. She cried until her voice broke, mourning the only man she ever loved. Worst of all, she felt guilt — guilt that she wasn't there beside him.
Jecht placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Mother," he said softly."Father wouldn't have wanted you to die alongside him. You shouldn't feel guilty. I… we… will protect you. I promise you, Mum."
June cried into her hands, but Jecht's words shined a small light in the darkness.
"I won't let Rathe die," Jecht whispered.
He meant every syllable.
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Preparation for Doomsday
Jecht descended into his basement laboratory — a maze of machines, prototypes, blueprints, and scientific wonders. He began working relentlessly, hoping to find a countermeasure against the sorcerer before the evil reached Rathe.
While Jecht worked with his mind,Nect worked with his fists.
Possessing strength close to his father's, Nect sprinted into the forest near their home. He struck trees with raw fury — some exploded, some split cleanly down the middle, others tore from the ground entirely.
He destroyed 700 trees before sunset.
The entire Petan Galaxy went into critical alert.Governments held emergency conclaves. Federations scrambled for solutions.Nobody knew how to stop an ancient being who could kill a planet in under an hour.
Fear spread like a vice around the galaxy.
Was this the end of times?
Could anyone stop this threat?
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One Week Later — Rathe Prepares
It would take the sorcerer exactly one week to travel from Zuno to Rathe.
In that time, Jecht worked day and night, barely sleeping. He perfected the Science Fighter Suit, upgraded his own prototype, and integrated new defensive systems he hoped could withstand the sorcerer's powers.
Rathe's president contacted him directly.
"Yes, Mr President. I understand… I'll do my best," Jecht said firmly.
He meant it.
Jecht had always been a child genius, and since discovering his scientific talents at a young age, he had revolutionized Rathe. He developed cures for diseases, engineered planet-wide infrastructure upgrades, and collaborated with the military on several advanced defence projects.
Now, his work would be tested like never before.
Jecht's Sci-Fi Suit had been mass-produced for the military.But Jecht wore a version far superior — an upgraded prototype with capabilities only he understood.
Five thousand elite troops assembled at the arrival zone, armed and ready.
Beside them stood Jecht in his gleaming suit.
And Nect, fists clenched, the air around him trembling from the force of his power.
They waited.
For the evil that had wiped out Zuno.
For the monster who killed their father.
For the ancient sorcerer who believed the galaxy deserved punishment.
The sky above Rathe began to darken.
They knew he was coming.