"GET YOUR MEAT!!!" yelled a merchant in the markets of the now rebuilt Nueva Yorca. "Mammoths! Woolly Mice! T-Rexes! Terror Birds! All cloned 800 years ago!" smiled the man. "Or two thousand-... I dunno... TIMELINE'S CONFUSING!!! BUT GET YOUR MEATS!!! Hello, sir!" smiled the merchant, as Miguel and the others walk to the man's store. "What do you need? Bison? Mammoth? How about some medicinal mammot tusk? Or a Dire Wolf pet! We also sell pets, my good ladies and gentlemen!"
"No need."
"How about a Chimp? Hm?" smiled the man. "Or a Neanderthal Slave!" he smiled, as Miguel frowned. "Easy, there! They get paid! I... I think."
"No, no. We're looking for information," said Miguel.
"But could I please have a slab of the Mammoth meat? Belly, please!"
"Dude. Those are fatty and oily as hell," said Miguel.
"Fine! Shoulder for the pansy folk."
"Hey!" yelled Miguel and Anna.
"My husband is very much manly!" smiled Anna, proudly.
"Mhm..." Gerard rolled his eyes.
Fred is horrified to see dog meat in the store. "Ugh..."
"Sorry, Mr. Dog Man," smiled the merchant. "Didn't mean to make you shudder!"
Jedan and Chris are seen ordering Mammoth as well.
Miguel sighs. "We're looking for a baby Chimp Man. His name's Raphael."
The man looks at the image. "Looks like any Chimp to me."
"Just..." he sighed. "Have you seen one with this birthmark?" asked Miguel. "Reasons of which are classified."
"Mmm. Aight... That Chimp Man, right? Uh..." He sniffed. "Try the circus nearby. Real shady. Been buying Chimps regardless if they're sentient. Real shady folk."
"Like you?"
";EY!!! That slave thing was a joke! Seriously, man! Ain't that right, Davey? See? I have a friend that's a Neanderthal!"
"'Sup," said the Neanderthal dude.
The group walk away with some Mammoth meat as they reach the circus at the far end of the market.
"STEP RIGHT UP!!! WELCOME, TO A WONDERFUL DAY!!!" laughed the Ringmaster, as he can be seen whipping Chimps Men to make them do silly things such as throw pies at each other, or dance like fools.
The Chimp Men are clearly shown to be crying.
Miguel sighs, seeing the baby, Raphael, to be in a cage being scared shitless by the lion who roars at him.
The people, particularly rich folk and nobility, laugh and smile.
Miguel sighs. "I'm gonna free these guys..." said Miguel, as each of his allies activate their Usog, only for the lights to go out.
Miguel activates a flame to act as a torch, but suddenly, a masked man enters the scene who slaughters the RIngmaster's clown minions.
He activates a laser blade and cuts them all down. They shoot at him but he creates Electro shields to protect himself.
Miguel and the others use their powers to stop him.
Anna and Gabrielle use their strings to catch him but he electrocutes them.
Jedan stretches, immune dur to the rubber cells he has and stops him from killing but he cuts Jedan's arms with his laser blade.
Chris tackles him and Athena multiplies to overpower him, but both are tossed away.
Fred appears and is knocked out.
Miguel blasts in front of him only to be knocked out. The caped knight prepares to kill Miguel, only for Gerard to block his laser blade with his own blade, which glows like a laser.
The man squints his eyes. "Your eyes seem familiar..." he said.
Gerard smirks. "Shut up, bloke... I ain't ready for any of these dumbass-..."
"Red?" asked the man, who takes off his mask. It's Bluford.
"Excuse you?" asked Gerard.
"Red son of Red? Crimson King and rightful heir of Monopolia?" asked Bluford.
Gerard's eyes widen. "What? I don't know what the Hell you mean..."
"No... Of course not... I must've been... MISTAKEN!!!" He slashes his sword at Gerard who swiftly turns into wind and stabs Bluford in the arm, as Bluford dodges and kicks him away. Gerard's blade glows blue.
"Tch-..." said Bluford. "So, you are."
"What in the bloody hell are you on about!?" asked Gerard.
"I'm saying you... Tch-..." He sighs, bowing before Gerard. "Are the rightful ruler of my empire..."
The nobility, as the lights turn on once more, immediately fear Gerard.
Miguel looks around. "Sorry... BLUFORD'S HERE!?!? And... Apparently Gerard is-!?"
Later...
"The rightful heir to Monopolia," said Beatle. "This could be Mac's doing..."
"How do you know!?" asked Gerard.
Beatle sighs. "Only one with royal blood can wield the Eyes of Energy. It's a very rare Usog. Found only in the royal blood of Monopolia's House. You see, majority of the members are now dead, Gerard. Except for America Ninjaheim, Bluford's son. Red I was a tyrant. Defeated by Bluford's father, Unter. Then he had a change of heart. Sacrificed his life to save Nueva Yorca from This Guy Ninjaheim along with Unter."
"WHAT IS IT WITH THE 'THIS' in the TITLE?!?!" asked Miguel. "Bluford KEEPS ON CORRECTING ME FOR IT OVER AND-!!!"
"'This' is a title in their land. It basically means 'Daimyo'. It's kinda like a warlord. I should know. I preached in Nueva Yorca when I lost my memories from Aurora and raised Billy all by myself. It's pronounced, 'Thiss...' Like... It ain't 'Tdh'. It sounds more like a 'th' as in 'Thanos.' This Guy Ninjaheim was killed by Bluford," said Beatle. "This Guy is actually the son of his brother, Greyhound Ninjaheim."
"Why am I the rightful ruler!?"
"You are since the rule of how fuckin' royal inheritance works fucking works that way."
"So... I'm... my father... I have a father? I grew up with a family of Dog Men!"
"Well... Now you're a Human... A Prince of All Monopolia. You will be fighting for the throne soon."
Anna smiles, taking care of the baby Raphael, a Chimp Toddler, who they have since adopted. "Um... Okay. So, is Gerard leaving?"
"How is this connected to MacJovial?" asked Gerard.
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"I've discovered what MacJovial's power is. It could be the opposite of mine. If my ability brings good fortune to others... Well... his could be the opposite... Merely being associated with us is affecting us right now... So, when the battle happens, I will be there. To protect ya, kid. Miguel. The Souls?"
"Still in the Basement Fridges."
"Okay... Great. And the Artemian?"
"Body's being experimented on by an undisclosed company."
"Mmm. Aight... The gladiator match takes place next week."
"NEXT WEEK!?!?" asked Gerard and Miguel.
"My brudder can't just go there next week. He needs at least a year to survive Prince America Ninjaheim," said Fred.
"Then I, myself, will train you," said Beatle, squinting his eyes.
Beatle warping out his sticks before Gerard, as they glow a certain blue. "Eyes of Energy can only be wielded by me... or your family. Albeit I'm not part of your family, as the Messiah, I have total control over all known Usogs. Try tapping into that energy without being provoked."
Gerard closes his eyes but nothing happens, even grunting with annoyance.
Beatle smirks, as he instantly punches him in the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees and to the ground.
Beatle crackles his neck. "C'mon, kid... You gotta do better than that... For your throne..."
"Yeah... Yeah, okay..."
Meanwhile...
Miguel sat in front of MacJovial in the interrogation room.
MacJovial just smiles. "Tested the Souls yet?"
Miguel sighs. "Yeah. Turned out positive. Turns out Souls are more powerful than Aswang blood as fuel a millionfold."
"And a child's a millionfold than that. Can power literal galaxies in your empire. Well? Will you substitute the Souls for... this...?" asked Mac.
"No. We'll keep searching."
"For bloody what, ya sanctimonious wee-brained bastard?" asked Mac. "This is our last chance of saving your empire."
"I won't kill a child in exchange for billions. A Soul cannot be exchanged for another... not even multiple."
"But I'm not asking to kill every good child out there! I'm asking you to kill children who are at least aborted or unwanted! Or something similar!"
"No. We'll keep searching."
"It seems you take your own eyes for a liar. Those Souls are powerful enough to power worlds."
"And I don't care. We'll look for substitutions."
"Do ya see now the failure of Prometheus' promises? He told us that he could give us freedom from all this bullshit... But in reality? Nothing in any corner of the universe can you find the best resource to power his little project. Best way is to disband it, but we won't profit from any of that. A disbanded world comes anarchy... I enjoy some... anarchy... I once did... But unlike my counterpart, I enjoy order... I enjoy..." he licks his lips. "A little respect to the system. The system requires death... So be it."
Miguel hammers the tables. "In every fiber of my being, I believe that it is NOT God's will to do such things-..."
"BAH, YOU AND YER SACRED BULLSHIT!!! God was the same one who killed all the firstborns of Egypt."
"They were sinners. These children you wanna kill are pure good Souls... children of good people."
Mac smiles. "Seems we reach an impasse."
"Or a losing argument on your side," said Miguel. "I won't give you children to save the world. The world deserves a clean way of gaining fuel."
"REALLY!?!? YOU THINK THE FUCKIN' WORLD'S JUST GONNA BEND OVER FOR YA, YA TWAT!?!? Miguel... My dear Prince... They subjugated you. CONSTANTLY!!! You wanted to kill yerself 'cuz of them but the people who ruined you wouldn't take accountability for treating ya different for being A FUCKIN' AUTIST AND A MONSTER!!! So? Whatcha gonna do, monster boy!? Hm? Are ye just gonna prance around and lollygag? Listen here and listen well. These people benefit by stepping on people like us. They don't deserve anything from us."
"We could destroy that cycle."
"Sure! Do it! But can you survive the pressure that comes after it? I could see it in you!" He smiled, as Miguel began to weep. "I see it in ya! The rage and regression in yer eyes... The guilty heart of a Filipino... The breaking mind from all the stress, yer about to cry and I see that rage in ya. You got the monster in ya and you enjoy it, don't ya? Mmm... yeah... A wee monstrous devil in ya... And when you watch that match, yer gonna see what a bastard politics can be... Thin ice, Miguel Azral. Thin bloody fuckin' ice."
"Neither of us... are decent... Because of how everyone treated us... And we'll never measure up to their decency..."
Mac just smiles and moans happily. "Hmmm!!!"
"Goodbye, Mac."
"Yer damned afraid! I'm tellin' ya! Aight!?"
Miguel sighs, sitting next to Beatle, who stood in a good area in the crowd among the seats surrounding the arena.
Gerard faced America, who stood with strength.
Miguel sighs, staring while the pair fight brutally, cutting and slicing at each other dodging each other's strikes, as Miguel just watches.
Miguel easily saw the techniques, and masterfully understood who would win. "America. Prince America will win..."
"You sense it, too?" asked Beatle.
"Just... studied the advantages and disadvantages."
'"In a way, you see what I see... Only a portion but not the bigger picture."
"That being?"
"Prince America. Do you know what he's known for?"
"What?"
"His campaign will lead to so much death... He's a massive supporter of Mac... The politicians want one thing... That's why they're trying to work together under Morningstar... Their new plan ain't just the war. The Prowl Wars were a distraction for Prime to do her research... I have a massive hunch, kid... Once he wins... The Prime world is won by Prime once more..."
"How do you know all this?"
"I learned it just now... Look... closely... Aside from my Probability Sense, look at America's movements..."
"They're..." said Miguel, realizing his movements of clawing, kicking, and stomping were Prime's fighting style.
"Exactly. Prince Ninjaheim, without Bluford's knowledge, had followed Guy's footsteps..."
"Bluford fights a different fighting style..."
"Exactly, kid... Again. A hunch. But if he kills or, if God has enough mercy, merely defeats Gerard... It's all over..."
Miguel's eyes widen. "Mac... isn't working for Prime."
"What makes you say so?"
"His eyes... They're true... Mac... is offering an alternative... This guy is likely double crossing Prime... We have to stop the fight!"
"This'll cause an all-out statement... We'd become the very thing we sought to destroy... A resource-stealing bastard empire who kills to fuel their worlds... just like Prime..."
"Beatle... I don't want my people to kill kids..."
"Me neither... HEY!!! STOP THE FIGHT!!!" roared Beatle.
Everyone turns to the royal family.
Beatle whispers to Miguel. "(Look at 'im... He's dying...)" Beatle turns to Gerard, seeing that Gerard is bleeding all over. "(You can take Gerard's place and challenge America...)"
"(But this is Gerard's fight...)"
"(Then tag team him... I don't care. Think of something...)"
Miguel's eyes widen. "TAKE FIVE!!!"
The people are confused as Miguel lands into the arena, as they mutter to each other.
Prince America, who had a massive round shield and a spear, just smirked while Miguel checked up on Gerard.
"What is it, my Lord?"
"My code won't allow me to take someone else's fight... But my code also would allow me to keep my people alive... You're one of my people... Not only that. You're family."
"You'll coach me..."
Miguel turns to see that America is being coached as well by Bluford, but America smirks and just avoids speaking with him. "Right! That's a thing in this universe! Um... Right... What do you see?"
"I see that I'm about to die..."
"Closer..."
"I don't-..."
"No, Gerard... Look... What did you notice when he was fighting you..."
"He's ambidextruous..."
"But which body part did he frequently use?"
"Spear..."
"He's a righty. Make him use his left more..."
"His shield?"
"Yeah... His shield..."'
"Why?"
"He's an offense. His strength is offense. His weakness... is defense... Take advantage of that."
Miguel teleports away. Gerard roars and charges...
And... after the fight... Gerard smiles... victoriously standing on stage as the champion. They cheered and cried happily for their new emperor...
Miguel sighs in relief. "Phew..."
Immediately, Beatle senses danger. "ANNA!!! GET DOWN!!!"
Where suddenly, an icy bullet shoots Anna, who was next to Miguel, in the chest.
Miguel catches her, and cries angrily.
Beatle heals her heart, and Anna gains the ability to breathe, but bleeds heavily internally, having been shot with a bullet tainted with demon blood.
"Anna!" roared Miguel.
With a sniper rifle, Tyrone sneers psychotically, having shot Anna.
Miguel teleports behind him and dropkicks him. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
The stadium camera turns to Miguel and Tyrone, fighting on the roof of the arena, as Miguel brutally beats Tyrone.
Miguel strangles Tyrone and hammers his head on the stone pillars, causing his skull to fracture as Miguel roars like a beast and beats him over and over.
Tyrone smiles and kicks Miguel away as Miguel falls off the roof.
Tyrone smiles psychotically.
Miguel roars and charges toward Tyrone, only to smell spice...
Miguel's eyes widen as Tyrone draws a gun with frozen garlic, before shooting him...
In the face...
"I told ya... You complete me..." Tyrone smiles as he prepares shooting his own head before Beatle lands and grabs Tyrone, proceeding to beat him to death. "HOW ARE YOU ALIVE!?!?" asked Beatle, as Tyrone just laughs. Beatle roars and blasts heat vision into his brain once, melting his brains but Tyrone instantly regenerates.
Beatle roars and beats Tyrone over and over, shattering every bone in his body as he laughs under his mask.
Beatle takes out his blaster and finally kills Tyrone with his Cain Marker.
He drops Tyrone's lifeless body off the roof.
Beatle sighs and tries resurrecting Miguel, but nothing happens. "Uh... Alright..." said Beatle. "Miguel?" asked Beatle, trying to resurrect him. He removes the bullet from his head and heals his body, but Miguel won't respond. "Miguel! MIGUEL!!!" Beatle electrocutes Miguel's heart over and over to jumpstart it again. "MIGUEL!!!"
Miguel just stared up, practically dead and not moving.
"MIGUEL!!! DAAAAAH!!! MIGUEL!!!" roared Beatle, beginning to cry. "Fuck... GAAAAAAAAH!!!"
Tyrone smiles, having been regenerated somehow as Beatle roars at him. "AW! What's wrong? Did tough weedle Beatle got-?"
Beatle grabs him by the jaw and tears his jaw out, imbuing some sort of cosmic dark matter with his jaw as he beats his face, once, he bleeds, twice, blood and gray matter splatter out of his face, and thrice, Tyrone's head is eradicated from reality, as his body falls to the ground, limp.
Beatle sighs and throws the jaw bone on the ground, spitting on his body.
"Beatle?" asked Miguel, seeing what he had done.
Beatle is horrified, seeing that Miguel is fine. "How-?"
Miguel is horrified as well. "You... were seeing things..."
Beatle sees that the stadium cameras are still there. "Fuck..."
Everyone is dead silent, seeing that all of that... was Beatle's imagination.
"I beat Tyrone... Anna... Anna's fine... Then you came here and-..."
Beatle closes his eyes and sighs.
MacJovial, who is in the audience, sneers.