The air inside the shattered remnants of Sector 4 hummed with a violent, unstable frequency. The collapse of Ninten's previous administrative grid had left raw spatial energy bleeding across the scorched stone. Freak, standing amidst the digital static with his root-level Animan's Operating World domain flickering around him, pulled back his fists. He began channeling his Final Shot—a concentrated, raw burst of absolute void destruction, unburdened by Sakti mergers, designed to vaporize everything left on the coordinates.
Ninten, kneeling on the cracked pavement with his health metrics flashing a dangerous crimson, didn't panic. With a flick of his wrist and a mental command to his backend server, he executed a split-second substitution code.
POOF!
A hyper-detailed, perfectly simulated clone of Ninten materialized right in front of Freak just as the Final Shot erupted. The devastating blast engulfed the duplicate, tearing its digital framework to atoms in less than a heartbeat.
Yet, hidden within the clone's systemic code, something far more terrifying triggered.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The heavy, ungodly metallic toll of the Dharmchakra—the Wheel of Mahoraga pulled directly from the Jujutsu Kaisen: Phantom Parade gaming database—materialized above the battlefield and began to spin furiously.
First spin.
The wheel turned. Ninten's system core analyzed the structural frequency of Freak's void attack.
Second spin.
The wheel turned again. Ninten's adaptive framework instantly hardcoded an absolute resistance immunity to the raw damage profile of the Final Shot.
Third spin.
The wheel clicked loudly into place. The Dharmchakra didn't just adapt to the attack; it expanded its metaphysical calibration, completely adapting to and neutralizing the structural parameters of Freak's Domain Creation itself. The hostile domain's pressure instantly vanished from Ninten's shoulders, leaving him standing completely unharmed, his adaptive evolution reaching an unprecedented tier.
Freak's eyes widened slightly in genuine disbelief. "You... you adapted to the domain matrix itself?"
The heavy expenditure of root-level energy and the brutal back-and-forth had drained Freak's reserves to a critical low. Realizing he had no alternative left to sustain his offensive output, Freak dropped his stance and began rapidly absorbing raw spiritual energy, extracting Sakti straight from the surrounding nature and the ambient earth of the Isle of Trials.
Ninten's cybernetic visor flashed a bright green warning tag. Energy drain detected. He's refilling his pool!
"Oh no you don't!" Ninten yelled.
Moving with explosive, adrenaline-fueled speed, Ninten closed the distance across the crater in a fraction of a second, raising his fist to deliver a decisive, game-ending strike to Freak's exposed defenses.
Before Ninten's fist could land, a dazzling flash of royal green and gold light erupted from the sidelines.
WHOOSH!
Al-Jamuna Al-Hira materialized like a phantom between them. With desperate, precise movements of her hands, she thrust a spatial barrier forward to block Ninten's strike, absorbing the kinetic shockwave while instantly channeling a high-tier recovery spell into Freak's chest. Warm, golden restorative energy washed over Freak, rapidly stitching his torn stamina pools back to operational capacity.
"You're not finishing him here, Ninten!" Jamuna declared, her eyes blazing with stubborn defiance as she shielded her ally.
Freak, instantly revitalized by Jamuna's timely intervention, surged forward with renewed, absurd momentum. He threw his hands out and forced his domain open once more—Domain Creation: Animan's Operating World—trying to overwrite reality around Ninten anew.
However, because Ninten's adaptation wheel had already processed the domain's code, and because Ninten's current Sakti reserves (boosted by his prior merges and adaptive loops) heavily outweighed Freak's battered pool, the hierarchy of power shifted instantly.
SYSTEM OVERRIDE: HIGHER SAKTI DENSITY DETECTED.
APPLYING NINTEN'S ADMINISTRATIVE RULES WITH SUPERIOR PRIORITY.
"Nice try, bro, but my server rules outrank yours now!" Ninten laughed.
With a sweeping gesture of his hands, Ninten seized control of the domain's spatial coordinates and executed an absolute administrative command.
TELEPORTATION INITIATED: DESTINATION -> MINECRAFT FLAT WORLD.
In a blinding flash of square-pixelated light, both Ninten and Freak were instantly yanked out of the Isle of Trials entirely, materializing in an infinite, perfectly flat, grass-covered landscape stretching endlessly under a bright blue cubic sky.
Before Freak could even process the bizarre physics of the blocky dimension, Ninten opened his admin console with a swift keystroke and typed a single, game-breaking command:
/gamemode @s creative
SUCCESS. PLAYER MODE CHANGED TO CREATIVE.
Freak stood stranded on the endless grass as a Survival player, stripped of flight, infinite item access, and spatial manipulation. Ninten, floating effortlessly in mid-air above him with glowing administrative wings, crossed his arms and smiled down.
"Alright, boss level is over. Time for the beatdown," Ninten declared.
Ninten dove downward like a meteor, raining down a relentless barrage of administrative admin-slaps, block-spawning traps, and pixel-shattering melee strikes. Freak tried his absolute best to turn the tide, roaring as he channeled a primordial, draconic surge of power—the legendary Mighty Dragon Rage—unleashing a shockwave of crimson draconian energy that should have leveled a continent.
The blast hit Ninten squarely in the chest.
BOOM!
When the smoke cleared, Ninten was floating casually, dusting off his shoulders. The Dharmchakra spun once more, instantly adapting to and nullifying the dragon-type rage energy. "Nice roar, but my resistance patch is already updated."
Desperate to wrest control of the fight back, Freak reached into his spatial inventory and summoned the most terrifying beast in existence: the Luminous Spatial Almighty Glazed Spino—a towering, primeval hybrid dinosaur-titan glowing with celestial void scales and spatial razor-claws, bred from the absolute peak of prehistoric and cosmic evolution.
The colossal Spino roared, its jaws snapping open to devour Ninten whole.
"A dinosaur? Seriously?" Ninten sighed, not even breaking a sweat.
With a flick of his wrist, Ninten accessed the Minecraft dimension's root codeblock architecture.
/teleport @e[type=spino] ~ -64 ~
/teleport arsh_al_qur_haque ~ -64 ~
ZAP!
In an instant, Freak and his colossal Spino summon were ripped from the surface and dropped deep underground into the infinite, inescapable Void beneath the bedrock of the Minecraft world.
Because Freak was locked under Survival player physics, his health began to drain at an astronomical, unrecoverable rate. He couldn't break the unbreakable bedrock ceiling above him to escape, and if he attempted to activate his Paryabeksanik Abha, Ninten's standing domain rule would automatically trigger and transfer all of Freak's Abha permissions directly to Ninten.
Ninten hadn't overpowered him through brute strength alone; he had outsmarted him with an airtight, flawlessly executed masterpiece of a trap. Freak was completely, hopelessly checkmated.
Back in the real world on the Isle of Trials, the blocky dimension portal flickered open as Ninten prepared to secure his victory.
Suddenly, a high-velocity, piercing whistle cut through the air from the distant perimeter ridges.
BANG!
A sniper round forged from pure Astrager Abha—fired with impossible precision—streaked across the canyon with devastating kinetic force. It wasn't aimed at Freak; it was aimed directly at the focal anchor of Ninten's administrative domain matrix.
Lassy, The Weaponry Virtuoso from Team Astral—the master gunner who had traded blows with Mark back in Phase 2, capable of wielding any weapon and infusing Astrager Abha into projectiles with fluid perfection—stood on a high rock formation miles away, lowering a smoking, high-caliber long-range rifle.
CRACK-SHATTER!
The sniper round struck the domain's core anchor point with absolute, pinpoint accuracy. Ninten's entire Minecraft Flat World domain shattered into millions of useless digital shards, collapsing instantly.
Freak, miraculously clawing his way back through the spatial rift just before the void consumed him entirely, collapsed onto the stone floor outside, gasping for air, heavily wounded, and instantly ordered an emergency tactical retreat as his surviving subordinates dragged him away toward safety.
Ninten stumbled backward as the domain backlash hit him, shaking his head in annoyance. "Are you kidding me? A third-party sniper shot?"
Before Ninten could recover his footing, the ground around him began to tremble. Stepping out from the shadows of the western ridge came a formidable, fully assembled squad—Team Astral.
At the front of the group stood Shan, the Assassin of The Shadow—Ninten's formal enemy from Phase 2 who had nearly taken Ninten's life in their previous brutal encounter. Shan wore his signature obsidian assassin stealth-gear, his eyes gleaming with cold, unyielding malice as he drew dual shadow daggers. Behind him stood Lassy, spinning her ethereal sniper rifle with effortless grace, flanked by the rest of Team Astral's elite roster.
"Looks like your little game-zone ran out of lives, Ninten," Shan sneered, his voice dropping an octave as shadow clones began to sprout from his footsteps.
Ninten wiped a drop of digital sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and let out a confident smirk. Shan and Team Astral were strong, but Ninten was warmed up now.
"Alright, round two it is," Ninten muttered.
With a rapid surge of concentration, Ninten rapidly channeled his remaining reserve energy, pulling ambient Sakti back into his core until his stamina bars flashed back to one hundred percent.
With a sharp clap of his hands, Ninten recast his administrative domain across the canyon, embedding a brand-new, lethal set of ironclad rules into the environment:
> [ABSOLUTE DOMAIN RESTRICTION ACTIVE]
> Rule 1: Nobody inside this domain can utilize or activate any form of Astrager Abha. Any attempt to do so will result in instant, irreversible system termination.
> Rule 2: If any external combatant or party from outside attempts to interfere, interrupt, or attack the domain, both the intruder and the fighters inside will suffer immediate, fatal soul-erasure.
>
As the glowing purple barrier locked into place, trapping Team Astral inside the death-zone, Shan's confident smirk faltered. The absolute restriction on Abha meant their signature assassin arts and weapon masteries were entirely neutered.
"Nobody inside can use Abha without dying... and no one can save you from the outside," Ninten said, cracking his knuckles as his Anomaly Merger form flared with brilliant neon light. "Team Astral... you guys are in big, big trouble."
While Ninten locked down Team Astral in a no-escape zone, the battlefield was splitting into multiple fronts.
Over on the jagged northern cliffs of Sector 4, Thunder stood tall, his electric blue eyes fixed on a new challenger who had just stepped out of the mountain mists.
It was Riber, the Creature Tamer—the legendary master of exotic beasts and mythological fauna, holding the prestigious 8th rank in the overall tournament leaderboard. While Team Astral sat comfortably at 12th, and Team Thunder dominated the absolute top tier, Riber's solo-carried squad, Team Apex, was a powerhouse resting proudly in the 5th position. Riber was a formidable tactical combatant who didn't just fight with weapons; he orchestrated battles by synchronizing his own martial arts with the lethal instincts of his tamed monsters and utilizing every environmental advantage to the absolute limit.
Riber rested a massive, jagged-toothed spear across his shoulder, his beast-skin cloak rippling in the mountain wind. A calm, dangerous grin crossed his face as he locked eyes with the young captain of Team Thunder.
"Prince Thunder," Riber called out, his voice echoing cleanly across the gorge. "You've carved through armies today, but your winning streak stops here. You are mine now. Let us start an honorable duel between apex predators."
Thunder didn't flinch. A familiar, electric thrill surged through his veins. He raised his hand, letting a crackling arc of high-voltage blue lightning dance across his fingertips, accepting the challenge with a sharp, fearless nod.
"An honorable duel?" Thunder replied, his voice steady and cold as steel. "I accept. Let's see how well your pets handle a thunderstorm."
Without wasting a single microsecond, Riber slammed the butt of his spear into the stone floor, biting his thumb and drawing a crimson rune in the air.
ROAR!
The earth fractured as Riber instantly summoned his signature mythical beast—a colossal, multi-headed Hydra whose scales dripped with venomous elemental mist, towering over the cliffs like a mountain of living nightmare fuel.
The stage was set. Two titans of the tournament were about to clash in a duel that would shake the very foundations of the Isle of Trials.