When a Filipino got Isekai'd with a twist! (Pinoy Isekai) volume 2. " Only I can summon those!"
Chapter 30: Even a Loser can Save the World!
The battlefield behind them was wreckage—broken stone, blood-drenched earth, and the metallic stench of death thick in the air. The echo of their last clash with the generals still trembled in their bones.
No time to rest.
No time to breathe.
Because the stairs had appeared.
Massive. Crooked. Rising into the sky like a cruel joke.
Each step shimmered like obsidian glass, slick with demon blood. They twisted upward toward the heavens—or maybe hell.
At the top waited a throne. Monstrous. Made of bone, shaped from void. It pulsed with a sick rhythm, like it was alive.
And seated there, unmoving, was him.
The Demon God.
He didn't rise.
Didn't speak.
He only watched.
Eyes like suns in their death throes. A smile carved into his face like it had always been there—before stars, before life, before anything dared to exist.
Demons lined the staircase.
Dozens?
No.
Hundreds.
All silent. Breathing. Waiting.
Minna clung tighter to Kieth's coat, eyes wide.
> "Papa… I don't like him."
Kieth adjusted his rifle with a dry click. The chamber hissed faintly.
> "Yeah," he muttered, scanning the demons. "Me neither."
His AK117 materialized into his hands, the fresh mag of Dragon's Breath rounds glowing like embers. The rifle pulsed with heat. His exo-suit buzzed warning tones—durability at 38%. Every movement felt heavier now.
Behind him, the others readied themselves.
Dern Riona raised her sword, one hand still bloodied.
> "His minions never stop coming."
Cique's fingers glowed with glyphs, already forming magic circles in the air. Antares hoisted his sword—twice his size, twice his anger. Lycana stood upright with effort, whispering something soft, her prayers nearly lost to the wind.
The stairs beckoned.
And the demons moved.
Like a flood. No, like hunger given form.
BOOM.
The first wave surged downward.
Kieth fired.
A single shot. One clean headshot. The demon exploded from the inside, Dragon's Breath bursting through its skull. He kept shooting, eyes sharp, bursts short, conserving every bullet.
> "Minna! Left side!"
> "On it!"
A portal bloomed beside her, black and slick like spilled ink. Spiked tendrils lashed out, impaling a charging beast and dragging it screaming into the dark.
Cique danced backward, her chants setting the steps ablaze. Fire roared up the demons' legs, but they didn't scream—they just kept coming.
Antares caught a leaping brute mid-air, spun, and hurled it into the oncoming horde like a battering ram.
> "Push forward!" he bellowed. "We die if we stop!"
The tide kept crashing.
Lycana screamed a barrier into existence—but it shattered like glass under the demons' weight. She fell, coughing blood. Dern yanked her behind a slab of rubble.
> "Heal. Now," Dern barked, slashing through two demons in one swing. Her grip shook, but her blade stayed clean.
Kieth's rifle hissed, overheated. Useless now. He tossed it aside, drawing the Summoner's Blade. The edge gleamed as it sliced through a demon from shoulder to gut.
His exo-suit sparked.
Durability: 24%.
> "This thing won't hold much longer," he muttered. "Of course it breaks on final boss day."
> "Then stay back!" Cique yelled.
> "I've got Super Luck," Kieth snapped back. "I'll make it work."
Then the stairs trembled again.
Something big was coming.
It landed ahead of them—shaking the steps.
A demon knight. Towering. Armored in jet-black steel. Twin cleavers dragged sparks behind him.
> "Let me," Antares growled.
He didn't wait. He charged.
Swords clashed. Steel screamed. The knight roared.
So did Antares.
Clang. Boom. Crash.
Minna opened another portal—sucked in three more demons—but blood ran from her nose. She wiped it off and kept casting.
Cique dropped to one knee, hands smoking, lips cracked. But she kept chanting. Kept fighting.
Dern limped now, her sword arm cut open. Kieth caught her mid-stumble.
> "Don't you dare drop dead," he said.
> "Same to you, dumbass," she hissed.
Then—
The throne room shook again.
But this time, it wasn't steps.
It was laughter.
The Demon God stood.
Twelve feet tall.
Muscle and shadow. Horns that looked forged from dying stars. Wings wide enough to block out the bleeding sky.
> "I'm impressed," he said. His voice wasn't one—it was many. "You climbed. You bled. You killed my toys."
He raised one claw.
> "Now burn."
FWOOM.
A pillar of fire roared down the steps. Not heat—erasure.
Stone vanished. Screams vanished.
Antares took the blast.
So did Lycana.
When the flame cleared, Antares was down. His armor melted. Lycana lay beside him, gasping.
> "No…" Kieth's voice cracked. "No!"
He ran—blind, reckless—firing at the god.
The bullets hit.
They melted.
The Demon God laughed.
> "Luck won't save you from fate."
Kieth dropped beside Antares. Felt for a pulse.
Still there.
Barely.
> "He's alive!" he shouted. "So is she! Cique—we need cover!"
> "I got it!" she screamed, hurling a glyph. It exploded in the god's face, making him blink.
The Demon God turned slowly.
> "You first, little flame."
He vanished.
Then reappeared behind her.
Too fast.
His claw raised.
> "NO!"
Kieth tackled her away—taking the full hit.
His exo-suit shattered.
Durability: 0%.
He hit the stone hard. Blood spilled from his mouth.
> "PAPA!" Minna's scream tore the air.
She unleashed hell—portals, blades, darkness. But the Demon God swatted her magic aside like mist.
He raised his claw again.
> "Let's kill the lucky one first."
It came down—
CLANG.
Antares blocked it.
Barely standing. One arm working. But alive.
> "Not today," he growled.
The others rallied.
Dern staggered to Kieth's side.
> "We're not done yet," she hissed.
Cique stood, spell crackling in her hands.
> "This god dies tonight."
Kieth coughed hard. Sat up, trembling.
His sword felt heavier than ever.
But he smiled.
> "Bring it, asshole."
The Demon God's claw came down again.
Kieth didn't flinch.
> "Let's roll the dice."
And—
Reality warped.
A golden D20 shimmered in the air above his chest. It spun. Whirled. Glowed.
Then stopped.
20. Critical.
The dice shattered into golden light.
> "Wha…?" Dern whispered.
The light shot into Kieth.
[Super Luck: Activated.]
[Critical Result: Divine Reversal.]
[Choose One: Full Resurrection or Super Heal.]
His vision blurred. Chest burning. He looked at Antares—straining against a god.
> "Heal him. All of it."
The light surged out, wrapped around Antares.
He roared.
Flesh knit together. Armor reformed in fire. His eyes burned with new fury.
The Demon God recoiled.
> "What—what is this?!"
Antares grinned.
> "You pissed off the wrong mortals."
And he swung.
SHINK!
The god's arm fell off.
> "Kieth!" Cique shouted. "What the hell did you just do?!"
Kieth stood.
Slowly.
He reached into his pouch and pulled out something strange—a black-and-silver belt buckle, glowing red.
He snapped it onto his waist.
A mechanical voice spoke:
> "STANDING BY."
Then—he pulled out a sleek, red Faiz phone.
Flipped it open.
5-5-5. ENTER.
"COMPLETE."
A surge of light exploded from the belt.
Red photon lines built the armor piece by piece.
Helmet. Chestplate. Gauntlets. Boots.
Kamen Rider Faiz.
Photon blood shimmered through the armor like veins. Kieth exhaled.
> "Let's finish this."
Minna stared in awe.
> "Papa looks awesome…"
The Demon God hissed—his limb already regrowing.
> "WHAT TRICK IS THIS?!"
Kieth didn't answer.
He ran.
Red lightning streaked across the staircase.
He leapt—air spinning around him.
> "EXCEED CHARGE!"
BOOM.
His Photon Dropkick slammed into the Demon God's chest, hurling him through the throne in an explosion of bone and ash.
And Kieth landed, standing tall, sword drawn.
> "Dice don't roll twice," he said coldly.
"So I'm making this count."
…dust and heat swirling around him.
The Demon God smashed through the back of the throne and skidded across the platform, cratering the ground beneath. Smoke hissed from his chest. His body was healing fast—but slower than before.
Kieth clenched his fist, red photon lines crackling across the armor.
> "Yeah. That felt good."
Antares stomped beside him, his greatsword braced across his shoulder. His armor, newly restored, glowed with divine energy. Lycana stood too now, her eyes lit with holy fire. She whispered something under her breath—and the air shimmered with silver blessings.
> "We've got one chance," she said. "He's slowing down."
Cique limped forward, both arms glowing with unstable magic.
> "Then let's not waste it."
The Demon God rose, snarling. His body rippled as if made of oil and muscle and memory. His horns now longer. Wings flared wide. He roared—a sound that cracked the sky.
> "YOU DARE STRIKE ME?! I AM ETERNAL!"
Kieth pointed at him.
> "You're just next."
And then—they charged.
Antares struck first, leaping and slamming down his sword. The Demon God blocked with both arms, but Kieth was already there—blitzing in a blur of red light, striking his ribs with a photon-charged punch.
Cique's magic followed—lightning-laced wind blades sliced across the god's wings, pinning him to the spot.
Lycana finished her chant.
> "Divine Art: Heaven's Chains!"
Golden chains erupted from the ground and latched onto the Demon God's legs, chest, throat—pulling him down, slowing his regeneration.
Kieth activated his Faiz pointer again.
> "Let's go."
Another Exceed Charge.
Photon energy built at his heel, glowing bright.
Antares roared.
> "I'll open the path!"
He spun and cleaved through the chains, pushing forward—through the struggling limbs of the god, straight to his core.
Kieth leapt—twisted midair.
The Demon God looked up—
> "NO—!"
And Kieth's boot slammed down.
CRITICAL STRIKE.
The armor pulsed red, lines burning hot.
> "GET ERASED!"
The impact exploded like a small nuke.
The throne shattered.
The stairs split.
The Demon God's chest detonated outward—light pouring from within as the energy ripped through him.
He screamed—shrieked—clawed the air—but there was no escape.
> "I WON'T BE FORGOTTEN—!"
And then silence.
His body cracked like porcelain.
Light burst from every seam.
And then—
BOOM.
Gone.
Vaporized.
The throne turned to ash.
The demons stopped moving.
Then they crumbled—one by one—like puppets whose strings had been cut.
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Final.
Antares dropped to one knee. His sword dug into the stone. Lycana slumped down beside him, tears in her eyes.
Cique fell on her back, laughing tiredly.
> "Holy crap… we actually did it…"
Minna ran to Kieth and hugged his waist.
> "Papa! You looked like a super sentai!"
Kieth chuckled weakly, deactivating the belt. The Faiz armor vanished in flickers of red light.
> "More like Kamen Rider," he muttered.
Dern limped over last, face covered in soot and blood.
> "No respawns, huh?"
Kieth looked out over the broken throne room, now lit only by the rising light of dawn far beyond the ruin.
> "Dice don't roll twice," he said softly. "Not for this fight."
> "So what now?" Cique asked, sitting up.
Kieth looked at her.
Then at Minna.
Then back to the throne, now just dust.
He exhaled slowly.
> "Now… we go home." he said with a wink .
"They Anteres, I'll take your whole barrel of busss!"
"Hahaha yeah, sure sir Kieth! As much as you want!" Antares said awhile laughing.
"Heh, you meat head really talking about drinking instead of healing tch... Men always be men!" Dern Riona said with a smirk them nudge Kieth at his rib then Kieth hurled in pain.
"Damn it you evil little twerp!" Kieth said while holding his side.
" Hahaha it's ok, I'll just gonna heal you . So what we're drinking?" Saint lycana said then all of them butst laughing.
Kieth lowered his arms from the explosion, dust and debris still raining around him. He turned to look at the others, relief starting to sink in—but then he stopped.
His expression dropped.
> "Wait. No way…"
The ash wasn't dispersing. It was gathering.
Slowly, in defiance of all logic and physics, blackened particles twisted through the air and began spiraling inward—like reversed embers flying toward a center of gravity. The light flickered strangely.
A sickening squelch echoed through the throne room as nerves began to weave themselves together from the swirling ash.
Lycana stood up with wide eyes.
> "No. That's impossible. That level of destruction—!"
But the body was already rebuilding.
Nerves. Veins. Arteries.
Then came the bone—cracking into place with unnatural speed. A spine snapped upright, ribs locking in with sharp crunches. Then the muscles bloomed like vines over the skeleton, twitching and pulsing, as if the flesh remembered the fight.
Skin stretched over the muscle—too fast, too seamless.
Black, living armor slithered into place last, reattaching as if it never left.
And then—
Two glowing red eyes snapped open.
A grin tore across the newly rebuilt face.
> "Tsk, typical boss!" Kieth barked, throwing his arms up. "What are you, Majin Buu?!"
The Demon God took a step forward, whole once more.
Then laughed.
A deep, guttural, echoing sound that reverberated through the crumbled throne room like war drums.
> "YES... YES! You are strong! STRONG!"
He threw his arms wide.
> "I, the Demon God of Destruction, declare you—heroes—the strongest I've ever faced!"
His laughter became unhinged, echoing as his aura surged—black fire and crimson lightning exploding from his body.
> "Come, then! Let this world witness TRUE BATTLE!"
He raised one hand, and a chunk of the broken palace floated into the air, then another. A cyclone of raw destructive energy swirled around him.
The sky above the ruin began to turn red.
The Demon God's voice boomed—
> "FIGHT ME! AND DESPAIR!!"
Cique backed away, swallowing hard. "No… no cooldown?! Are we fighting this guy on New Game Plus?!"
Antares cracked his neck, gripping his sword again. "He wants a round two? Fine. I've got a few more tricks."
Lycana's hands trembled, but her magic began to glow again. "This… this is no longer just about victory. If he keeps regenerating like this—he's unkillable."
Kieth clenched his fists.
> "No."
He stepped forward.
> "He wants a fight? Then I'll give him one."
He pulled out the Faiz pointer again and slotted it onto the belt.
EXCEED CHARGE.
Photon energy surged through his body, cracks of red lightning dancing across his armor as it reformed.
> "But this time…"
He lifted his head, his eyes burning.
> "We end it for real."
---
The ground split apart as the Demon God of Destruction lunged again—faster, heavier, hungrier. His blackened fist hurtled toward Kieth like a falling planet.
Kieth moved, but not fast enough.
BOOM!
The shockwave hit him even as he dodged, flinging him sideways like a ragdoll. He smashed through a collapsed marble pillar, coughed blood, and rolled to a stop in the dust.
> "Tsk... Typical boss... What are you, Majin Bu—!?"
He didn't finish.
The Demon God's body was already rebuilding. His laughter echoed as his flesh knit together—nerve to bone, muscle to skin, then that jagged obsidian armor forming like liquid steel. The final touch—his glowing red eyes opened, staring down with primal fury.
> "You are strong," the Demon God growled. "I—Demon God of Destruction—declare you heroes the strongest... SO COME! FIGHT ME AND DESPAIR!"
A shockwave exploded outward.
Cique tried to flank. Antares went high. Lycana began casting a sigil of binding.
But the Demon God was ready.
With one earth-shattering step, he vanished—
Right in front of Cique.
She gasped—he was faster. She ducked under his claw slash, barely sliding between his legs. Her blades flashed, cutting along his hamstring—
But he didn't falter. A backhand came, caught her mid-dash, and hurled her across the battlefield.
She tumbled into a wall, gasping.
> "He's adapting...!" she hissed. "Faster, smarter—he's predicting us."
---
Kieth stood up slowly. His arms ached. His legs were heavy. Every time he tried to surge with energy, his body pushed back with fatigue.
The last fight already pushed him near his limit.
Now the Demon God had returned, even stronger.
Antares was already mid-air, clashing blade-to-arm with the Demon God, exchanging blindingly fast blows.
Clang—clang—clang!
But even Antares couldn't break through anymore. Every strike was met, every step anticipated. The Demon God's eyes weren't just full of rage—they were calculating now.
> "He's studying our timing," Antares muttered, forced to block a crushing kick that sent him flying.
Lycana tried to summon another barrier—her hands glowed, sigils forming—but they flickered.
> "Lycana, now would be a great time to glow or something!" Kieth barked, dodging a crushing stomp.
> "I—I'm trying!" she shouted back. "Something's... unlocking, but it's not ready!"
Then it happened.
Her body froze, light pulsing from her chest like a heartbeat.
Thump.
Her silver hair lifted, her eyes glowing with a faint green-gold hue. The ground around her bloomed with small glowing flowers and light. Her breath caught.
> "This power… it's not the Time Goddess. It's… Life. I'm the—"
The Demon God's roar drowned her out.
He leapt again—this time toward her.
Kieth's eyes widened.
> "LYCANA—!"
He sprinted, chest burning, legs screaming. Too slow. Too damn slow.
At the last second, he threw his entire weight into her, tackling her out of the way as a black spear formed from the Demon God's wrist and slammed into the earth where she stood.
BOOM!
They rolled together through dust and debris. Kieth coughed, hand pressing a deep gash across his ribs.
> "Don't just awaken mid-fight without cover, dammit," he gasped.
> "Sorry," she whispered, hands already glowing as she tried to close his wound.
But her powers were incomplete—only slowing the bleeding, not healing it.
---
The Demon God advanced, now unbothered. The six shadow clones spawned again, circling them like vultures.
This time, they were faster. Stronger. Smarter.
One clone struck first—Antares blocked just in time, but the force drove him into a wall.
Cique fought two at once, her breath ragged, movement getting sloppier.
Lycana was cornered by another, and though her powers were flaring to life, she couldn't fully defend herself.
Kieth could barely stand.
He saw it—his friends getting overwhelmed, the Demon God raising a final black spear to impale Lycana once and for all.
He screamed—
> "STOP!"
He surged forward, body pushed by instinct, not strength. The world slowed.
> Move... move... MOVE!
His Faust Zero Blade shimmered faintly. His foot met the ground.
Then another. Then he was in front of her.
CLANG!
He caught the Demon God's strike—barely—with the edge of his blade.
The Demon God grinned.
> "Impressive. But now… DIE."
The spear shattered Kieth's sword guard—sent him flying again, this time smashing through two columns.
He didn't move.
---
> "Kieth!" Lycana screamed, hands trembling. The life power in her was pulsing, screaming, desperate.
She turned toward the sky—something in her blood called to the stars. She raised her hands.
> "...Goddess of Life... if you're listening... I'm not ready. But lend me something. Anything... to save them!"
A pulse of pure emerald light erupted from her.
The Demon God flinched, shielding his eyes as vines of holy energy wrapped his limbs temporarily.
Not long—but enough.
Cique was back on her feet.
Antares roared and charged again.
And Kieth… pushed himself up with a groan.
> "Okay…" he muttered, wiping blood from his lip. "Now I'm pissed."
The Demon God completely overwhelming them with superior tactics and sheer power.
A creeping, emotional sense of hopelessness infecting the heroes.
Kieth's inner breakdown, spiraling thoughts of self-doubt, inferiority, and the fear that he's just a mistake who doesn't belong among real heroes.
---
The battlefield began to fall apart— not in metaphor, but literally.
Mountains in the distance shattered under stray shockwaves. The sky, once golden with Lycana's awakening, now bled red as if the world itself had cracked open. Ash rained from above like cursed snow.
The Demon God had learned.
No more brute swings. No more wild charges.
Now, he fought like a war general.
He divided the team, baited feints, used terrain, and unleashed clones to block support. A perfect mix of raw power and tactical cruelty.
Cique tried to regroup them—only for a clone to grab her mid-step and slam her face-first into the rubble, knocking her out cold.
Antares parried a hammerfist but failed to notice the second clone behind him. A claw burst through his side, and he screamed, flinging the attacker off—but blood gushed freely.
Lycana's breath faltered. Her healing spells were too slow, and the divine power inside her flickered like a candle about to die.
Even her light was failing.
> "No... no no no..." she whispered, falling to her knees, her hands glowing dimmer each time they tried to mend a wound.
And Kieth—he had nothing left.
His knees hit the ground.
He stared at the fight. At his friends. At the blood. At the god towering above them with a grin.
The Demon God didn't even speak this time. He didn't need to.
He knew. They knew.
They were losing.
Not just the battle.
Hope.
---
Kieth breathed heavily. Each gasp was shallow. The Faust Zero Blade was chipped and dull now. His armor was cracked, half gone. His dominant hand trembled just trying to stay gripped on the hilt.
He stared blankly as Antares fell. As Lycana screamed but couldn't save him.
As the Demon God raised his hand for another beam—this one targeting all of them.
> If this lands, we're done.
And for a moment... Kieth didn't move.
> "...Should I have even come back?"
He didn't even realize he'd spoken.
> "Maybe... maybe I was supposed to stay in the present."
The Demon God's charge grew brighter.
> "If I stayed… Josh would lead. Chris would analyze. Vismond would assassinate. Cain would tank. The humanity alliance would hold the line."
He stared into the light forming at the Demon God's palm.
> "They'd have a plan. A strategy. A chain of command. A hope."
His hand slipped from his sword. His legs gave out. The dust was cold.
> "So what am I even doing here?"
He felt tears gather at the edge of his eyes, unbidden.
> "I'm not special. I wasn't chosen. I was summoned by accident."
He dug his fingers into the dirt. It slipped through them like water.
> "They call me hero. But I'm not a hero. I'm not even someone. Just some Filipino college kid who got lucky. Who keeps getting help. Who always needs backup. Who never wins alone."
> "Who always gets saved."
His body trembled.
> "What's the point if I can't save anyone myself?"
He looked at Lycana—trying to protect them with fading wings of light.
He looked at Cique—half-conscious, bloodied.
He looked at Antares—unmoving, twitching slightly.
> "...What good am I to them… if I'm just a goddamn joke?"
The Demon God's attack finished charging. The sky rumbled.
> "This is the end," the Demon God declared. "No more speeches. No more awakenings. No more tricks. Fall into eternal silence."
And Kieth—
Did nothing.
Because for the first time in this whole journey—
He didn't believe he could win.
Everything froze.
Kieth blinked—
And suddenly, he wasn't on the battlefield anymore.
He wasn't surrounded by craters, screams, or crumbling skies. No Demon God. No Lycana. No war. No prophecy.
Just the hum of fluorescent lights.
A dull fan above him. The scent of cheap floor wax.
His old classroom.
Sunlight peeked through the dusty windows of the college room where he used to sleep through lectures. His cheek was stuck to the cold wood of his desk, a small puddle of drool under him. The world felt... slow, muted, like a memory long buried.
> "Hey man... you awake?"
That voice.
He turned, eyes heavy, sluggish—until they met a familiar grin.
Josh.
Wearing the same old varsity jacket. Sitting on the edge of the desk behind him, arms folded, eyes kind and teasing all at once.
> "Jeez, you're drooling again. Wipe it off, idiot."
But Kieth didn't wipe it.
He just stared at Josh. Lips trembling. Eyes already wet.
And then—
He broke.
He grabbed the sides of his desk and sobbed.
> "I failed, Josh… I failed them. I failed saving anybody. I'm such a damn loser."
His words came out choked, one layered on top of the next.
> "I'm good at nothing—I'm just trash that needs everyone's help. I'm useless. A talentless, weak piece of garbage."
He gritted his teeth, snot and tears mixing.
> "I act cool. I joke around. I pretend to be brave. But it's all fake. It's just so no one sees how scared I really am."
He covered his face with his hands, shaking.
> "I only kept going because I had you guys with me. But now... now I'm alone again."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
> "I'm nothing but a coward…"
Silence hung for a moment.
Then he felt a hand ruffle his hair, annoyingly gentle.
> "Yeah," Josh said, smiling. "You always were the coward guy in the room."
Kieth looked up, stunned.
Josh just chuckled and patted his shoulder.
> "Honestly? It was kinda annoying. You'd always sit in the corner and try to disappear the second things got dicey."
He gave Kieth a lazy grin.
> "But then… you always came back."
> "I saw it. Every time. You'd run away, yeah—but you'd always bring someone back with you. Someone stronger. Someone willing to fight for more than just themselves."
Josh's eyes softened.
> "Remember when those 4th year guys cornered us behind the gym? You had a busted arm, a fever, and the moment you saw an opening—you bolted."
> "I was pissed, man. So pissed. I thought you abandoned us."
Josh shook his head, chuckling.
> "But five minutes later, you came back with three upperclassmen and a janitor with a mop, yelling, 'LET'S GO!' like some kinda shounen protagonist."
> "We got out because of you."
> "That's when I knew... You're not the guy who wins fights alone."
He leaned forward, serious now.
> "You're the guy who makes people believe they can win."
> "You inspire people to move. To act. To save. You're the spark that lights the fire."
Josh smiled warmly, like only a best friend could.
> "That's why we followed you."
Kieth stared at him, speechless.
Then Josh stood, offering a hand.
> "So come on, brother."
> "It's time for you to be a—"
---
The world snapped back.
BOOM.
Kieth's consciousness slammed back into his body.
The ground quaked beneath him. The Demon God's beam was almost fully charged.
But now—
His eyes were burning.
Not with power.
With purpose.
> "Come on… MOVE!"
His legs wouldn't obey. Pain wracked every nerve.
> "MOVE, DAMN YOU!"
He clenched his fists. Blood dripped from his lips. His body felt like broken glass held together by sheer rage and desperation.
He punched himself in the thigh—hard.
> "MOVE!!"
And finally—
He stood.
Not fast. Not clean. But he rose.
The wind howled. The Demon God's beam fired.
And Kieth…
Charged.
> "RRRAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!!!"
He sprinted toward the blast, every step like a defiance of fate. The armor on his left leg disintegrated. His shoulder guards melted off. But he didn't stop.
Faiz Impact.
He launched forward—full speed—pulling his arm back.
A final punch. A reckless, suicidal strike.
But this wasn't just a punch.
It was everything.
His regrets.
His failures.
His hope.
His friends.
Josh.
> "I WON'T LOSE ANYONE AGAIN!!"
He collided with the beam.
BOOM.
A crater formed at the impact.
His suit tore apart. Skin blistered. Blood exploded from his knuckles.
But he kept pushing—
Screaming.
Roaring louder than the beam itself.
> "I'M THE MISTAKE WHO KEEPS COMING BACK STRONGER!!"
> "I'M THE COWARD WHO LEADS HEROES!!"
> "I'M THE TRASH WHO INSPIRES KINGS!!"
> "AND I—AM—THE—DAMN—HERO—YOU—NEVER—SAW—COMING!!"
The light cracked.
The Demon God's expression twisted.
And in one final surge—
Kieth punched through it.