"What are you watching?"
Jhonathan stood awkwardly in the living room of one of the students' houses, still too large for the small couch beside him. His damaged armor rested against the wall while the television flashed bright colors across the dark room.
The family looked at him nervously at first.
Then the youngest daughter answered excitedly.
"K-pop!"
Jhonathan tilted his head.
On the screen, music blasted loudly while performers danced under colorful lights. Massive crowds screamed with excitement as glowing sticks waved everywhere.
He stared silently.
Confused.
Curious.
Leerooey nearly laughed watching his reaction.
Sophia crossed her arms nearby.
"…Don't tell me you actually like this."
Jhonathan pointed slowly toward the screen.
"Their coordination is impressive."
"That's what you noticed?!"
A few days later—
everything changed.
"Oooohhh… I want to watch the concert."
Jhonathan said it completely seriously.
Now even Ralph laughed.
"You became a fanboy in three days?"
Jhonathan crossed his arms proudly.
"Their teamwork inspires morale."
Sophia stared at him blankly.
"You just like the music."
"…Perhaps."
That night, they arrived at the massive concert arena.
Lights illuminated the entire city district while thousands of fans filled the area wearing glowing bracelets and carrying signs.
Music shook the air itself.
For the first time since entering this strange reality—
the group saw people genuinely happy.
No monsters.
No gods.
No war.
Just excitement.
Jhonathan stood quietly among the crowd.
His massive armored body towered over nearly everyone there, making him impossible to miss.
Yet strangely—
people weren't scared of him anymore.
Some even asked for photos.
Others thought he was part of the event.
The concert began.
The crowd exploded with cheers.
Bright lights covered the stage as the performers appeared.
Music surged through the arena.
And for a brief moment—
everything felt normal.
Then the lights died.
Screams erupted instantly.
Masked assassins rushed onto the stage from every direction.
Some descended from cables above.
Others emerged from backstage entrances carrying blades and firearms.
The crowd panicked immediately.
People pushed desperately toward exits.
Security collapsed within seconds.
But something unexpected happened.
The fans didn't run completely.
Some stood in front of the performers.
Trying to protect them.
Even while terrified.
Even while completely outmatched.
One assassin laughed coldly.
"Pathetic."
He raised his weapon—
"E efir afri."
A dark voice interrupted him.
The Sword of Death materialized beside Jhonathan instantly.
Black energy erupted across the arena floor as he charged forward with monstrous speed.
The first assassin was cut down immediately.
The second barely reacted before being launched through the stage equipment.
Then—
CRACK.
A gunshot echoed.
A hidden assassin from the shadows landed a perfect headshot directly through Jhonathan's helmet.
The crowd screamed.
His massive body collapsed onto the stage.
Silence spread.
Then—
he stood back up.
Slowly.
Unnaturally.
A black aura poured from his body like living smoke, covering him entirely. The atmosphere around him grew heavier with every second.
His face remained hidden beneath shadows.
But his smile—
looked insane.
Madness mixed with excitement.
The assassins stepped backward instinctively.
Even the audience could feel it.
The real battle…
was beginning now.