Jack paused, chest heaving, blood trailing down his face. His mind raced, caught between pain and fury. But the King—teeming with energy—was already mid-monologue, his mouth opening to continue.
Jack didn't wait.
With a sudden burst, he kicked the King square in the chest from the ground. The King staggered back, surprised. Jack scrambled to his feet and grabbed his sword.
"I don't care about your little sob story," Jack spat, blade in hand. "This ends now."
The King laughed mid-fall, rolled back, then kicked up into a perfect stance.
"I wasn't gonna cry, loser. Let's see if you can actually back up your words."
They clashed again.
The King dodged Jack's swings with ease—graceful, almost playful—countering with lightning-fast strikes. Fist to jaw. Elbow to ribs. A punch to the liver. He never used his sword. He was toying with Jack.
Jack stumbled, bleeding, breathing hard.
"Come on, Jack!" Eve screamed.
"Don't quit now!" the redhead roared.
Even the glasses kid was yelling. "You've got this! He's not invincible!"
But Jack fell again. His sword hit the ground. And this time, the King grabbed him.
Punch after punch.
Blood splattered. Jack's body went limp in the King's grip.
Then—
"Didn't you want this!?" Rose screamed from the sidelines. "You've been chasing him! And now that he's here—right in front of you—you're just going to fall?"
Her voice cracked.
"Didn't you want to end this game?!"
Jack's eyes—dimmed and swollen—flared back to life.
Crack!
He slammed his forehead into the King's fist as it swung again. The King yelped, stumbling backward.
"Agh! That hurt." But he was smiling. "Good for you."
Jack rose, exhausted, every bone in his body screaming.
The King noticed the sword beside him. He chuckled, picked it up, and tossed it at Jack's feet.
"Let's make this fair… kind of."
Jack picked it up.
His group roared behind him. "Finish it, Jack!"
He let out a furious roar, years of suffering and rage bursting out at once, and charged the King.
The King laughed wildly, raising his sword—
Then—
BEEP.
A golden pop-up flashed in front of him.
Event Duration: 00:50
His smile vanished.
"Damn," the King muttered.
He whistled.
Click.
Pirates on the rooftops lifted their muskets and aimed them at Jack.
The King raised a hand.
"Unfortunately… time's up. You know the rules—event ends, you chase after me. I get away, Then it's the dice again."
He smirked.
"But I need a head start…"
Vrrrmmmm—CRASH!
Before he could say "fire," a blue car came barreling across the rooftops, leaping between buildings. It slammed into the pirates, sending them flying. The vehicle landed hard behind the King, shaking the ground.
Silence.
Even the pirates froze.
Then—the car door opened.
A man stepped out.
Red icon glowing above his head.
Katana in one hand. Umbrella in the other.
No rain. No smile. Just fury.
Cam.
He looked at the King and shouted, not with game-rage—but pure frustration.
"It took me three hours. Three hours," he shouted, "to find you!"
Then he pointed the katana at the King.
"And I swear—it's not the game that's got me pissed. It's the damn drive."
He glared.
"You're dead."