After Realist loses control of his third form, the fires inside the Parliament are finally put out, and all the supers can finally breathe a sigh of relief….
While he lies on the ground, gazing up at the ceiling, they begin to make their way toward the Realist.
Dante sits on the speaker chair as the Realist takes a few moments to look at him before slowly getting to his feet and retrieving his swords.
"Oh my god, you should've known better than to do that, you motherf*cker. You should've known better than to do that, you foolish, pitiful, little n*gger. I will f*ck your mother, you motherf*cking motherf*cker," Realist yells out.
The Realist is encircled by supers from every direction.
"What?" Dante spoke slowly and calmly.
"What the f*ck you said, motherf*cker? Say it again, motherf*cker" Realist yells again.
Dante smiles,
For the first time, he displayed any emotion.
"What are you going to do? I ask. I killed her," Dante said coolly over the speaker.
The Realist gets furious and begins wildly swinging the swords.
The boy and the girl are a superhero couple.
Using a baseball bat, the girl struck the back of his helmet before fleeing.
This realist then proceeds to con people without thinking twice.
He was struck from behind by the boy, who then bolted.
Realist again gets desperate and swings his sword blindly.
Even though they have repeatedly surprised Realist, he has refrained from acting hastily this time around, opting instead to wait and consider his options.
Patiently waiting, the realist shuts his eyes.
After taking another blow from the boy's baseball bat, Realist snatches his bat and clamps down on the boy's neck.
Ignoring the futile effort, the boy begins to kick.
As the girl races over to hit Realist with the baseball bat, Realist continues to choke the boy without moving an inch.
Realists then seize him by the throat and strangle him to death by squeezing or hanging him by the neck.
Realist squeezes the boy until he stops moving, and the girl keeps hitting him, but the squeeze gets tighter and tighter.
The Realist Disposes of the Child.
At this point, the girl is sobbing uncontrollably and is running after the boy, who is also her boy.
Though he can murder her, Realist has no intention of doing so. Instead, he wants her to continue sobbing to lower the morale of the supers and make them afraid.
Superhero X is an expert knife handler and a man who enjoys playing with blades.
"I never would have thought you could get this far, kid, but that's life, isn't it? Hahahaha," X exclaimed.
X slashes out with a knife, aiming it squarely at his helmet-covered eye.
The realist just manages to dodge the knife's rebound off his helmet as he jerks his head to the side at the last second.
"How on earth did you manage to survive? It's unbelievable. You look like you're straight out of a superhero novel, hahahahaha," X cruelly remarked.
The Realist readies his weapon.
"I think your old a** needs f*cking, don't worry, I will f*ck your a**" Realist said.
X said, "How rude, oh my god, this kid is so rude. How can you talk to an old man like that?" while acting out a breakdown.
Realist threw his sword at him like a spear while he was sobbing, but X caught it with two fingers.
"I suspect I may have overestimated you; who the f*ck throws a blade at the blade thrower kid?" X exclaimed.
Disappointment was evident on his face; the realist threw X's blade at him.
A bullet was concealed in the handle of the sword that Realist had earlier hurled at him, and the knife struck it.
Just as the knife makes contact, the bullet goes off.
X grabs the projectile using merely his index and middle fingers.
X plays along, saying, "Haha, that's undoubtedly what I was expecting from you."
The Realist picks two pistols from the dualer and fires them at X. X deftly changes the trajectory and angle of each bullet by throwing knives at them while they are in the air.
This kind of action has shocked all the supers in the parliament, and they can't believe what they're seeing.
The realist is equally astounded.
Even Realist is exhausted; he draws his sword again, takes a deep breath to refuel, and stands ready to fight.
I acknowledge you, that's the spirit, kid," X said while laughing.
"Who are you to recognize me, motherf*cker?" the Realist yells out as he slashes out at X with his sword.
X cleverly sidesteps it and then kicks him in the back, causing him to collapse to the ground face-first.
The realist lies face down on the ground.
As X fixes his gaze on the ceiling, a barrage of blades erupts towards the Realist.
Every part of his body is adorned with jagged prongs that pierce through his flesh.
As he lies on the ground, the realist is bleeding profusely.
X approaches him and whispers in his ear, "You have no idea who your enemies are."
Realist spits the blood out of his mouth.
X gets to his feet and begins to make his way to the gate.
Dante inquired, "X, where are you going?" through the microphone.
"Home," X responded.
Even though X saw Realist lying wounded on the ground, he refrained from killing him—and Realist knows it.
Every single super is standing there, staring at Realist.
All right, Ancientman said, "Let me do it if you all are that much p*ssies."
Upon approaching the Realist, the Ancient Man takes off the Realist's helmet, tosses it far away, and then places a 1770 pistol on top of the Realist's head.
Just before he pulled the trigger.
THIRD FORM OF REALITY: ULTIMATE FORM
A crimson inferno engulfs the entire Parliament building, engulfing every surface and doorway. The atmosphere is reminiscent of the Day of Judgment.
"Welcome to the Inferno!" the Realist shouts.