[Third Person P.O.V.]
The grip on Angstrom Levy's shoulder felt as though an entire mountain range had been condensed into a single human hand and casually dropped onto his collarbone.
Levy, the man who held the collective knowledge of a thousand alternate lifetimes, found his genius utterly paralyzed.
'No! I am the savior of the multiverse! I will not be stopped by some corporate boss!'
Gritting his teeth, Levy forced his bloated brain into overdrive. He violently channeled every ounce of his willpower, attempting to forcibly tear open a portal just to escape the terrifying young man standing behind him.
John Kaisen noticed the desperate spark of green energy attempting to manifest and simply sighed.
A shimmering wave of violet psionic energy violently flared in John's eyes.
Mind Blast
The invisible psionic wave struck Levy at point-blank range. Normally, the Uncommon-tier ability would just cause a severe migraine and momentary confusion in a standard sentient target. But Angstrom Levy's mindscape was anything but standard.
His brain was a chaotic, fragile ecosystem holding the consciousness of a thousand different Levys.
When the psionic blast hit, it rattled his mind beyond control. The psychic shockwave bounced between the thousand alternate consciousnesses like a flashbang detonating inside a hall of mirrors.
"AGGGHHHHH!"
Levy collapsed to his knees, clutching his massive cranium. The thousand voices inside his head simultaneously shrieked in absolute, blinding agony. His vision swam with white-hot static, his portal completely shattering before it could even form.
John casually stepped over the agonizing, writhing multiversal threat and whistled a sharp, jaunty tune while placing a chilled can of Pepsi in his trench coat.
"Right on schedule," Native Levy, corporate R&D Head of Chaos Incorporated, muttered.
Native Levy calmly stood up from his mahogany desk. He picked up a sterilized medical syringe from his pen cup, walked over to his multiversal counterpart crying on the plush carpet, and uncapped the needle.
"Sorry, big guy," Native Levy said flatly. " Nothing personal. It's for insurance purposes."
With a quick, practiced motion, Native Levy jabbed the syringe into Canon-Levy's arm, extracting a vial of glowing, mutated blood.
"Ah! What are you doing to me?!" The disfigured Levy gasped, his eyes rolling back from the psychic hangover.
"Securing my holiday bonus," Native Levy replied. He pulled the needle out, gave John a crisp, professional nod of acknowledgment, and casually strolled out of the office with his caramel latte in one hand and the blood sample in the other.
"Fascinating," John mused, adjusting his glasses. "Now, about your little crusade in my city—"
TWANG!
The distinct, resonant pluck of a wooden biwa suddenly echoed through the pristine office.
Right above the mahogany desk, a set of traditional Japanese tatami sliding doors abruptly materialized in the middle of the ceiling. The doors pulled open, and a bruised, bloody, and thoroughly traumatized Canon-Invincible fell out, crashing hard onto the desk and scattering paperwork everywhere.
"Oof!" Mark groaned, clutching his fractured ribs as he rolled onto the carpet.
Levy's glowing green eyes snapped wide open. Through the blinding pain of his migraine, his absolute hatred flared to life.
"YOU!" Levy roared, spit flying from his lips. "You led me into a trap! You're working with them!"
Mark looked up, his one unswollen eye widening in sheer panic. "Levy?! No, wait! I didn't—!"
Driven by pure, unadulterated fight-or-flight adrenaline, Levy didn't bother opening a portal. He lunged. But not at Mark.
CRASH!
Levy threw his entire body mass backward, violently shattering the reinforced, floor-to-ceiling glass window of the penthouse office.
"Hey! Do you know how much that glass costs?!" John yelled, peering over the shattered frame.
Levy plummeted through the air, his body slamming brutally onto the lower roof of the adjacent Chaos Inc. skyscraper. He rolled across the concrete, coughing up blood, but his mind was already frantically calculating. He was out of John's immediate anti-magic suppression zone.
Green energy violently erupted from his hands.
"If I cannot kill you here, I will make sure this defective universe burns with you!" Levy screamed to the heavens.
He thrust his hands outward, tearing massive, jagged rifts in the dimensional fabric above New Chicago.
ROOOOOAARRR!
The sky tore open. From the glowing green abysses, massive, scaly claws reached out. Levy had bridged a gap to a primordial nightmare dimension.
A monstrous, Kaiju-like beast with plates of bone armor dropped onto the street below, crushing a parked bus. Right behind it, a pack of highly intelligent, heavily armed, talking Tyrannosaurus Rexes leaped onto the lower skyscraper roofs.
"DIE, MAMMALIAN SCUM!" one of the T-Rexes roared in perfect English, brandishing a laser-gatling gun with its tiny, mechanical arms.
Panic immediately erupted in the streets. Civilians screamed, scattering as the Kaiju raised its massive foot to crush a crowded intersection.
But this wasn't the Canon Universe.
A blinding streak of silver and blue shot down the avenue at Mach speed.
"PEPSI!"
Pepsi-Man materialized directly under the Kaiju's descending foot. With a casual upward thrust of his silver hands, the mascot caught the multi-ton foot, completely halting the beast's momentum. Before the Kaiju could realize what had gone wrong, Pepsi-Man was already blurring through the crowd, scooping up terrified civilians and depositing them safely behind police barricades, leaving a chilled can of soda in each of their trembling hands.
Up on the skyscraper roof, the talking T-Rex aimed its gatling gun at the shattered penthouse window.
"Target acquired!" the dinosaur barked.
Suddenly, an elderly man in an immaculate butler's suit stepped out of thin air directly onto the barrel of the laser gun.
"Such unruly pests," Sebas Tian sighed, delicately adjusting his pristine white gloves. "One cannot even enjoy a proper cup of Earl Grey without prehistoric interruptions."
"What the—?!"
Giving the beast no time to react, Sebas delivered a flawless roundhouse kick directly to the T-Rex's jaw. The force of the blow snapped the beast's neck instantly, sending its massive body spinning off the roof like a discarded toy.
"This world is insane!" Levy shrieked, watching his ultimate diversion get dismantled in less than ten seconds.
Realizing he was completely outmatched, Levy rapidly dialed in the coordinates for his home base. A swirling green portal opened behind him, showing the terrifyingly familiar living room of the Grayson household.
"You haven't won, Grayson!" Levy yelled at the broken window above him. "I still have your mother! I still have your brother!"
Levy threw himself backward into the portal, the green vortex rapidly shrinking to close behind him.
"No! NO!" Mark screamed, dragging his broken body toward the shattered window. Tears streamed down his bloodied face as he stared at the vanishing portal. He turned to John, his voice cracking in absolute, gut-wrenching despair. "Please! Please, you have to help me! He's going to kill my mom! He's going to kill Oliver!"
John stepped up to the edge of the shattered window, the wind whipping his hair. He looked down at the closing portal, then glanced back at the sobbing hero.
"Relax, kid," John said, a dangerously confident smirk playing on his lips. "I told you we were going to formulate a counter-offensive."
The air on the rooftop suddenly grew heavy as a massive as a terrifying vortex of consuming energies appeared.
"Super Polymerization," John declared.
Instantly, the activation cost triggered. John could feel the heavy drain on his energy reserves as the now legend-tier ability ripped into reality. Violent, swirling vortexes of purple and orange erupted around him.
Ship, the Mechamorph, leaped from John's shoulder. The green slime splattered directly against his waist, rapidly transmuting and solidifying into a sleek, high-tech black and green belt. It was the Driver of sorts, featuring a transparent glass core and a massive pull-tab lever on the side.
GAKIIIN!
Standing nearby, Pepsi-Man gave a sharp nod.
Caught in the gravitational pull of the fusion vortex, the mascot did not resist. He dissolved entirely into a torrent of pure, red and blue carbonation. The swirling liquid was sucked into the center of the vortex, compressing under the immense power of Super Polymerization until it snapped into a glowing Pepsi can.
TSSSH!
John snatched the glowing can right out of the air and shook it violently.
SHAKA-SHAKA-SHAKA-SHAKA!
The can pulsed with a blinding, crackling blue light as the fusion energy perfectly synchronized their combined life forces. Without missing a beat, John slammed the pressurized can directly into the Driver's glass slot.
GACHANK!
The belt instantly ignited with vibrant LED equalizer bars. A booming mechanical voice echoed across the area, shaking the very ground.
[SUPER POLYMERIZATION: MAXIMUM FIZ! READY?!]
A high-energy BGM loop kicked in. It was a heart-pounding mix of 90s techno beats, electric guitars, and intense, rhythmic fizzing sounds.
Fizz, fizz, bass-drop, fizz!
John stood perfectly still amidst the raging fusion storm. He slowly drew his right arm across his chest in a crisp pose, keeping his fingers hovering just over the belt's lever. His voice cut cleanly through the pumping techno beat.
"Henshin."
He brutally yanked the giant pull-tab lever.
CRACK-TSSSSSS!
[ARE YOU READY?!]
"Damn right," John whispered.
A massive blast of freezing mist exploded outward, blowing everything in the immediate vicinity away.
In a glorious, slow-motion sequence, two giant floating half-pipes materialized in the air. One was a brilliant sapphire blue, and the other was a deep crimson red. A massive hologram of a Pepsi logo spun rapidly behind him as the half-pipes crashed together, violently sandwiching John inside a cocoon of liquid metal.
The red and blue liquids spiraled around his black undersuit like a high-speed DNA helix before instantly flash-freezing.
The mist suddenly cleared, only to find John was now encased in a highly polished, chrome-silver undersuit. The armor was perfectly symmetrical. It featured smooth, aerodynamic red plating on the left half, and jagged, ice-like blue plating on the right. His chest piece was a thick translucent dome filled with violently bubbling Cola, and a glowing white wave served as his visor. Exhaust vents on his back hissed loudly, constantly leaking freezing vapor to regulate the immense pressure.
The belt's mechanical voice screamed at the top of its lungs.
[REFRESHING! EXHILARATING! PEPSI-KISHI! AHHHHHH~!]
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John casually flicked his wrist as the iconic Pepsi jingle rang out.
He was no longer just a man. He was the Kamen Rider Pepsi, running on pure Fizzy rush and he was ready to hunt.
"Now," John announced, his voice carrying a synthesized, metallic echo. "Let's quench this bastard's thirst."
With a deafening dimensional boom of pressurized fizz, John blasted off the rooftop, shattering the space barrier and tearing straight through the dimensional fabric right after Angstrom Levy.
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