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The scene clears as the Broadcaster appears in what looks like the ruins of a once-great metropolis. Buildings lie in rubble, the streets are cracked and blackened, and the entire city echoes with the moans of the undead. Hordes of zombies and grotesque mutants shuffle and scream in every direction.
"Well, what do we have here?" the Broadcaster muses, floating above the decimated skyline. "Looks like we've stumbled into one of those places. Monsters everywhere. Whoever our mysterious contestant is... they'd better be ready for one hell of a headache."
His gaze narrows as a nearby horde of zombies begins shuffling aggressively toward something off-screen. Distant slashing sounds echo through the ruins, followed by feral screeches and wet impacts.
"Oho! Looks like we found our mystery contestant. Let's take a peek, shall we?"
The Broadcaster follows the chaos until the source reveals itself—a man in a dark hoodie, face shadowed. Metallic claws spring from his arms like blades. His movements are vicious and precise, tearing through the infected.
[Name: Sebastian Dunes]
[Power: Blacklight Virus (Alex Mercer)]
[Points: 103]
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"Our dear mysterious contestant is no longer a mystery," the Broadcaster says with a grin. "Sebastian Dunes, slicing through this apocalypse like he was born in it. Those moves… seasoned. Almost like muscle memory."
He watches as Sebastian weaves through the swarm—jumping, ducking, slicing, evading—an artist of violence.
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POV: Sebastian
"Gotta stay concentrated... Attack and dodge when necessary."
With a leap, Sebastian launches himself high into the air, then comes crashing down with a spinning slash, tearing through a small crowd of zombies in a single move. Blood sprays. Limbs scatter.
"Man… these powers are amazing. I've only dreamed of this moment."
He lands, blade arm dripping, scanning the area.
"But I still need to keep advancing."
He spins and cleaves through the final zombie, watching it collapse in two twitching halves.
"I wouldn't even be wasting time killing these things if it weren't for the points. I don't know what they're for yet... but something tells me they're going to matter."
He kneels, then launches into a superjump, crashing onto the rooftop of a cracked office building. Without hesitation, he charges toward a much taller structure ahead. At full speed, he hits the wall—then runs vertically up its side, his feet digging into the concrete, leaving deep clawed footprints in his path.
"I need high ground. Gotta figure out where the hell I am."
At the top, he pauses—eyes scanning the endless destruction. Buildings stretch in every direction, smoke rises in plumes, and the skyline feels... familiar.
"Wait… this place—this city—it's familiar. Way too familiar…"
His eyes widen as realization hits.
"Am I in Raccoon City? From those Resident Evil games?"
Before he can think more, loud crashing noises erupt below. Distant screams pierce the air. Something massive is coming. Without a word, Sebastian leaps down from the building—slamming into the street below in a crater of cracked asphalt—and takes off running at inhuman speed toward the noise.
He rounds a corner just in time to see a car flying straight at him.
"SHIT!"
Instinct kicks in. His arm shifts instantly into the Blade Form, slicing the car clean in half as it whizzes past him and crashes into a building.
"Damn… If I hadn't reacted fast, I'd be street pizza. Well... probably still alive, but that would've hurt."
He turns, eyes narrowing toward the source of the thrown car. Heavy footsteps echo down the broken road. Emerging from the shadows... a massive figure in a black trench coat and fedora.
Sebastian's jaw clenches.
"…Is that—Is that fucking Mr. X!?"
Before he can say another word, the towering tyrant charges with unnatural speed, trench coat billowing, fists clenched—and no sign of mercy.
Mr. X barrels forward like a freight train in human form — no roar, no scream, just a silent engine of destruction. His eyes are blank, locked on Sebastian like a machine reading a target.
"Shit—he's fast!"
Sebastian kicks off the ground, just narrowly dodging a haymaker that caves in the concrete where he stood. He flips backward, landing with a skid, and instantly transforms both arms into tendrils.
He lashes out — the black biomass whips through the air and slams into Mr. X's side. The Tyrant grunts as he's pushed slightly to the left, his feet grinding across the asphalt, but that's it.
"...He didn't even flinch?"
Mr. X counters with terrifying speed. In one blink, he's in front of Sebastian again, throwing a punch that lands squarely in his chest. The impact launches Sebastian through the air — crashing into a bus, which crumples like paper.
"AGHH—!"
He groans, pulling himself from the twisted metal. His chest is already healing, bones snapping back into place beneath the surface of his regenerating flesh.
"Okay... okay. Lesson learned. Don't take direct hits."
Before he can fully recover, Mr. X is already walking toward the wreckage. Deliberate. Unstoppable.
Sebastian growls, slamming his hand into the pavement. The black tendrils surge across his back as he pulls biomass into his body, shifting his right arm into the massive Hammerfist.
"Let's see if you can tank this."
He leaps into the air, twisting, and brings the weaponized fist down with a meteor-like slam. The pavement explodes. Mr. X is knocked off his feet — finally — rolling across the street like a ragdoll.
Sebastian pants. "Finally made you fall."
But Mr. X rises. No blood. No scream. He brushes dust off his coat like nothing happened.
"You're kidding me..."
The Tyrant sprints again, but this time Sebastian meets him halfway. They collide mid-street — fist against fist, hammer against trench coat. The shockwave blasts out windows for blocks.
Sebastian twists, bringing his arm down to sweep Mr. X's legs, but the Tyrant jumps — jumps — and knees him in the face mid-air, slamming him down through the street into a lower level.
They crash into a subway platform.
Sebastian hits hard. Dazed. But before he can move, Mr. X drops down after him, landing like a tank and charging again.
This time, Sebastian switches to Claws, and the two engage in a savage close-range brawl. Sparks fly as claw meets reinforced knuckles. Mr. X lands a backhand that sends Sebastian crashing into a column. He retaliates with a swipe that rips into the Tyrant's coat, slashing into the synthetic skin beneath.
"Bleed, damn it!"
But instead of falling back, Mr. X grabs him by the face and slams him through the wall — and then another wall — and then another, dragging him like a battering ram through concrete until they burst out into daylight again.
Sebastian falls, coughing. His body's healing, but the pain is real.
He stands up, breathing heavily.
"Alright… enough playing around."
His body ripples. The Whipfist bursts from his right arm — thin, long, and razor-edged. He whips it across the street — it wraps around Mr. X's torso. Sebastian yanks hard and hurls him into a fire escape. Metal twists. Bricks shatter.
But again... Mr. X rises.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
Sebastian charges. Their fists clash again — this time faster, more frantic. Mr. X adapts. His attacks get sharper, more calculated. Sebastian can feel it — he's being pressured, pushed to react faster than he's ever moved before.
Then, mid-combat, Mr. X's eyes glow red.
"Oh no—he's mutating!"
Muscle bulges. Flesh splits. His right arm grows — bones cracking, forming a massive clawed limb. His jaw distends slightly, teeth sharpening.
Sebastian backs up, sweat dripping down his brow.
"Of course he's got a second phase."
Mr. X roars and charges again — now leaping faster, hitting harder. One claw swipes past Sebastian's head — the wind pressure alone slices a line into his cheek. Sebastian retaliates with the Blade Arm — a clean slash through Mr. X's chest — but the Tyrant just roars and tackles him into the ground.
They tumble through fire, rubble, and blood.
Sebastian shifts again — sprouting the Shield on one arm and the Blade on the other. He fights defensively now — blocking savage swipes and countering with precision slashes. It's brutal. Exhausting. Even his regeneration is lagging.
Finally, he sees an opening — as Mr. X winds up for a finishing strike — and Sebastian drops low, driving his Blade upward through the Tyrant's jaw, stabbing into his skull.
Mr. X stumbles back. Sebastian rips the blade free in a spray of black-red gore.
The Tyrant staggers… takes a step… another...
...then finally drops.
+50 Points
Sebastian collapses too, breathing hard, his entire body steaming from exertion and damage.
"...Jesus... you really don't go down easy, do you?"
He glances at the still-moving corpse, twitching slightly.
"Stay dead this time..."
As he slowly stands up, the black biomass receding from his limbs, he looks at the burning city around him.
"If that was just one enemy… then what else is waiting for me here?"
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"Not bad! Not bad at all!" the Broadcaster shouts, his voice booming across the multiversal feed. "Now that was a good one, don't you think, dear viewers? Sebastian really knew how to move—swift, brutal, efficient. Quite impressive indeed!"
He claps slowly, grinning with visible excitement. The camera zooms out from the ruined city as eerie silence settles over the battlefield.
"But still..." he adds, voice dropping into a sly tone, "It seems I may have forgotten to mention one small—but incredibly important—detail..."
He leans closer to the camera, smile stretching wider.
"Points."
With a dramatic snap of his fingers, a glowing digital interface appears beside him, displaying floating icons of numbers, weapons, maps, and silhouettes of contestants.
"Points, as you've already seen, can be earned by killing. Monsters, zombies, beasts from across the multiverse—take them down, get rewarded. Simple, right?"
He twirls in the air, and the screen changes to scenes of other contestants fighting and surviving.
"But of course, that's not the only way to earn them. Scattered all across Panfracta are hidden objectives, mysterious quests, and secret locations. Completing these? Also gives you points."
He floats backward as if revealing a grand twist.
"Now, here's where things get really fun..."
He pauses, eyes gleaming with barely restrained chaos.
"The fastest way to gain a huge number of points... is by killing another contestant."
He lets the silence linger as his grin grows unsettling.
"Yes, yes! Contestant versus contestant! It brings out the real entertainment, wouldn't you agree? After all, every single one of them is here for a single purpose: to win the tournament and claim a wish. A wish that could bend reality itself."
He shrugs dramatically.
"And of course... such a reward shouldn't be easy."
...
"Now, you might ask: 'What are the points for, exactly?' Excellent question!"
The interface zooms in on a digital shop menu.
"Points can be spent on getting stronger. They can buy guides—yes, actual instructions on how to use their powers more effectively. They can even spend points to summon the original user of their ability to teach them directly... for a price."
Icons of familiar characters flicker briefly—Gojo, Kaneki, Saitama, Kratos, and more.
"But points aren't just for strength. They're also used for survival. Food. Clean water. Clothes. Shelter. Ammunition. Medical supplies. Not every contestant is a warrior. Some will have to fight just to live another day."
He claps again, and the screen resets to a view of Panfracta.
"So remember, dear viewers… they're not just fighting monsters. They're fighting hunger, exhaustion... and each other."
He winks at the camera.
"But enough chatter. Let's get back to the action, shall we? Time to see what another contestant is up to."
With a snap, the feed begins scanning the continent again, searching for the next chaos-filled chapter to unfold.
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[Resident Evil Universe – Raccoon City Police Station]
Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield watch the broadcast on a handheld device, tense and wary.
Leon: "That guy's fast, but this Mr. X… that thing doesn't stop. We've seen it before—unstoppable nightmare."
Claire: "And now they're forcing people to fight monsters and each other? This isn't survival. It's a death sentence."
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[Tokyo Ghoul – Anteiku Cafe]
Kaneki and Touka watch silently, Kaneki frowning.
Kaneki: "This Blacklight Virus power… it's like a ghoul's kagune, but more… viral."
Touka: "He's strong, but reckless. If he keeps fighting like that, he'll be just another corpse."
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[Devil May Cry Universe – Dante's Hideout]
Dante laughs heartily, sipping whisky.
Dante: "Now that was a show! Slashing cars, brawling with monsters—reminds me of a party. The point system? Killing other contestants? Hell yeah, that's the kind of chaos I'm all about."
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[My Hero Academia – U.A. High, Training Room]
Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki watch the feed.
Bakugo: "So it's a fight to the death with monsters and other fighters? That's exactly how it should be."
Midoriya: "I wonder if the points could be used to train… or if it just encourages killing each other."
Todoroki: "Either way, it's brutal. He's got potential, but he needs control."
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[Attack on Titan – Survey Corps Command Room]
Erwin Smith and Levi watch seriously.
Erwin: "A battlefield where every fighter is also prey. This will test not only strength but strategy."
Levi: "Killing other contestants? Then it's just another war. No mercy, no alliances."
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[Persona Universe – Velvet Room]
Igor and Elizabeth observe with curiosity.
Igor: "An intriguing system of competition and survival… points as currency for power and knowledge."
Elizabeth: "It sounds perilous, yet full of opportunity for growth. I wonder which contestants will choose to ally, and which will betray."
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[Monster Hunter World – Research Camp]
The Handler watches with excitement.
The Handler: "That's one tough hunter! Taking on an entire horde and that Mr. X? Amazing."
Field Team Leader: "But if killing other hunters grants points… it's not just a hunt anymore. It's a war."
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[Final Fantasy VII – Midgar Slums]
Barret and Tifa watch the broadcast.
Barret: "This ain't no game. That city looks like hell."
Tifa: "But that fight… he's got heart. Hope he knows what he's getting into."
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[Prototype Universe – New York City Ruins]
Alex Mercer and James Heller observe the feed through a hacked military terminal, eyes narrowing.
Alex Mercer: "That virus… it's different from the Blacklight, but I recognize the pattern. Biomass manipulation, rapid regeneration. That Sebastian has potential."
James Heller: "Yeah, but raw power alone won't save him. that Mr. X guy is relentless—reminds me of some of the infected I've faced. No mercy, no pause."
Alex Mercer (smirking): "Points for killing monsters and other contestants? Sounds like someone's turning this into a feeding frenzy. Survival of the fittest… exactly how this world works."
James Heller: "If I was in that game, I'd make sure I'm the one doing the hunting—not the hunted."
Alex Mercer: "Sebastian's fast, adapting on the fly… but this game's gonna chew him up if he doesn't evolve faster."