Twenty years ago, something fell from the sky.
No warning. No explanation. Just a streak of fire tearing through the night before crashing straight into Madness City a place that, back then, lived up to its name. Crime, murder, chaos… it was normal. Survival wasn't guaranteed, and peace was just a rumor people told themselves to sleep.
But that was then.
Now, Madness City stands quiet. Clean streets. Calm nights. A peaceful society held together by the rise of the United Hero League.
And yet… it all traces back to that night.
To the baby.
The one who came flying down from space.
That baby was Brock.
He wasn't normal. Not even close. If you had to describe him, maybe you'd call him something like a tougher kind of zombie hard to break, harder to understand. Growing up, people kept their distance. Something about him just felt… off.
But life moved on.
He grew up anyway.
Now, at 21, Brock lives with his familyPapa Broke, Mama Broke, and his younger brother. The same family that once had nothing, now sitting at the very top as the richest in Madness City.
Funny how things turn out.
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"Alright, hear me out," Ken said, walking beside him. "If I punch faster than the wind… does that mean I'm the wind?"
Brock didn't even look at him. "No. That just means you're punching."
Ken frowned. "Nah, you're not thinking deep enough."
"I'm thinking just enough."
Ken stopped walking. "Okay, what if I punch so fast… I hit tomorrow?"
Brock paused, then glanced at him. "Then you missed today."
"…That was kinda hard."
"I know."
Ken smirked. "Alright, your turn. Say something smart."
Brock thought for a second. "If you think too hard, you get tired. So I don't think."
Ken blinked. "…That's just being lazy."
"Exactly."
They kept walking.
A beat of silence.
Then
A loud crash echoed from down the street.
Both of them stopped.
Smoke rose faintly in the distance, something clearly not part of the usual calm of the city.
Ken cracked his neck. "You hear that?"
"No," Brock said.
"…You're lying."
"Yeah."
Ken grinned. "So we checking it out or what?"
Brock sighed. "If we don't, you will."
"Facts."
They started moving toward the noise, the quiet of Madness City feeling just a little less peaceful.
And somewhere far beyond the island…
Something else was already on its way.
The smoke wasn't thick, but it didn't belong.
Madness City didn't have smoke anymore.
The two turned the corner.
A small crater sat in the middle of the street.
Broken pavement. Dust. A mark like something slammed down and slid.
They stopped.
"…not toast," Ken said.
"No," Brock replied.
A beat.
Then—
A raccoon popped out from the side alley.
Just… there.
Standing on two legs.
Holding a taco.
Both of them stared.
"…you seeing this?" Ken asked.
"No."
"…you're lying again."
"Yeah."
The raccoon turned and started walking down the street like it had somewhere to be.
It stopped. Looked back at them.
Then kept going.
Ken pointed. "We following that?"
Brock shrugged. "Better than that," he said, nodding at the crater.
"Facts."
They followed.
The raccoon led them through a few turns, out of the quieter streets… and toward the edge of the island.
The beach.
Waves crashed softly against the shore.
And sitting there
A taco stand.
Right on the sand.
No sign. No people.
Just the raccoon, now behind the stand, already making something like this was normal.
Ken smiled. "I knew it was about food."
Brock sat down in the sand. "This is stupid."
"Yeah," Ken said, grabbing a taco. "But it's good stupid."
The raccoon slid one toward Brock.
He stared at it.
"…this is probably dangerous."
"Everything is," Ken said, already eating.
Brock took a bite.
A pause.
"…it's actually kinda"
He stopped.
The world tilted.
"…yo," Brock muttered.
Ken looked over. "What?"
Brock's vision blurred. The sound of the waves stretched out, distant and warped.
"…this taco's weird."
"No it's not," Ken said. "It's fire."
Brock tried to stand.
Didn't work.
His eyes felt heavy.
"…nah," he mumbled.
Then
Everything went dark.
Brock dropped straight into the sand.
Ken blinked.
"…you serious?"
No response.
Ken looked at the taco. Then back at Brock.
"…oh."
A beat.
Then Ken took another bite.
"…still good."
Far out across the water…
Something moved.
Not a wave.
Not a boat.
Something bigger.
And it was getting closer.
The first thing Ken noticed was the change in the air.
The breeze from the ocean carried a faint, unnatural hum. He looked down at Brock, still out cold in the sand, and shook his head. "Guess it's on me, huh?"
Before he could react further, the raccoon shifted.
Not the cute little animal they had been following. No.
It expanded, grew taller, and its form rippled like liquid metal folding in on itself. The taco stand behind it seemed to vanish in a shimmer of light.
"…what the" Ken muttered.
The raccoon straightened fully on two legs, revealing a humanoid figure cloaked in shadows. Its eyes glinted gold, sharp and intelligent.
"I suppose introductions are in order," the figure said. Its voice was deep, commanding, yet with a hint of mischief. "I am Nico. King Nico."
Ken blinked. "…king? Of… what?"
Nico's gaze swept across the beach, the waves reflecting off his golden eyes. "Not here, not yet. But you'll find out soon enough."
Ken crouched slightly, cracking his knuckles. "…so, you're saying you're the raccoon?"
Nico smirked, tilting his head. "Raccoon was merely the disguise. An inconspicuous guide. You and your… companion have stirred interest."
Ken's teeth clenched. "…he's out cold. Guess I gotta do this myself."
He looked down at Brock, then back at Nico. "…alright. Let's get moving."
With a deep breath, Ken launched himself off the sand, breaking into a sprint toward the shimmering horizon. The sand kicked up behind him, waves slapping as he surged forward with unbroken determination.
Somewhere far beyond the beach, the calm of the ocean and the island was no longer safe. King Nico's presence was only the beginning.
The air felt different now.
Heavy.
Ken rolled his shoulders, stepping forward slowly, eyes locked on the figure in front of him.
"…alright," he muttered.
He stopped.
Then
He flexed.
Muscles tightened, veins popping slightly as he took a stance like this was the most natural thing in the world.
"I've been training for this, you know," Ken said. "Years. Every day. No breaks."
Nico watched silently.
Ken pointed to himself. "Body? Perfected. Mind? Unbreakable. I mastered Qing Xi Te… and likeother stuff too. A lot of stuff."
A pause.
"I also work out."
Silence.
The waves crashed.
"…that's it?" Nico said.
"Yeah."
Ken nodded seriously. "That's all you need."
A blur
Wind cracked.
Before either of them could react
Brock appeared.
Right between them.
His eyes half-open.
Still dizzy.
But moving.
"…late," he muttered.
Then
He swung.
A raw, heavy punch slammed straight into Nico's face.
CRACK.
The force sent Nico flying back several meters, his body skidding across the sand. A sharp spray of spit flew from his mouth as he hit the ground and dragged.
The beach went quiet.
Ken blinked.
"…oh."
Brock stood there, swaying slightly.
"…told you… weird taco," he mumbled.
Nico slowly pushed himself up, wiping his mouth, eyes now sharper than before.
"…interesting."
Without warning
A figure moved behind Brock.
Fast.
A knight thin, silent, almost invisible until it was too late
A blade shot forward.
Straight into Brock.
The sound was dull.
Quick.
Clean.
The ocean kept moving.
Like nothing happened.
The ocean kept moving.
Like nothing happened.
Then
Laughter.
Low at first.
Then louder.
Then uncontrollable.
Nico held his face as he laughed, shoulders shaking. "Did you see that?" he said between breaths. "This young fool actually touched me…"
He looked up, grinning wide.
"…and he died for it."
The knight stood still, blade buried.
Ken didn't move.
Then
He smirked.
"My mind…" he said quietly, stepping forward, "…is unbreakable."
Before the words even settled
He moved.
A burst of sand exploded beneath his feet as he charged straight into the group
CRASH.
His body slammed into three soldiers at once, sending them flying back like they weighed nothing.
No pause.
No hesitation.
Ken grabbed one of the knights by the head, lifting him clean off the ground with one hand.
The knight struggled.
Didn't matter.
Ken tilted his head slightly, staring at him.
"…I wonder," he said calmly, "how far you can go."
Nico's smile faded.
His body slowly shifted back.
Step by step.
"…hey now" Nico stuttered, crawling back slightly. "It's not that big of a deal…"
Ken didn't even look at him.
He tightened his grip.
Then
Nico snapped.
He dashed forward, panic creeping into his voice. "I'll finish him off if you don't leave us alone!"
He rushed toward Brock's body
Hand raised
Ready to strike
"…what are you doing?"
Everything stopped.
Nico froze.
Slowly
He turned his head.
Brock was standing.
Like nothing happened.
The blade still there.
Eyes open.
Calm.
Confused.
"…you're loud," Brock said.
Nico's face twisted in shock.
Before he could react
Brock grabbed him.
Lifted him.
Then
THREW him.
Nico's body flew back, crashing into the sand several meters away.
The beach went silent.
Ken grinned.
Brock rolled his shoulders slightly.
The two stood side by side.
No words.
Just stance.
Ready.
The beach went silent.
Then
Chains rattled.
Brock reached down, grabbing the chains wrapped around his waist, slowly pulling them free. The metal dragged against the sand with a heavy scrape as he wrapped them around his arm.
Once.
Twice.
Tight.
Ken cracked his neck.
No more talking.
They moved.
Brock leaped first.
Straight into the air
The chains went wild.
Spinning, whipping, snapping outward like they had a mind of their own—
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
In an instant, six soldiers were caught, wrapped, and slammed together, their bodies tangled and crushed as the chains tightened midair.
Brock landed.
Heavy.
Sand burst around his feet.
Ken
Two swordsmen rushed him at the same time.
Blades flashing.
Fast.
Precise.
Ken didn't step back.
He deflected.
Every strike.
Left.
Right.
Again.
Again.
The sound of metal hitting metal rang out
Then
He caught the timing.
His hand shot forward
GRIP.
He grabbed one blade.
And crushed it.
The sword shattered in his hand.
Without stopping
He punched.
Every broken piece of the blade shot forward with the force of his strike
Straight into the swordsman.
Impact after impact after impact
The man dropped instantly.
The other froze.
Too late.
Ken turned
And finished him just as fast.
Then
Everything stopped.
The air changed.
Heavy.
Crushing.
Both of them felt it.
Brock looked up.
Ken's smirk faded.
"…what is that," Ken muttered.
A man stood there.
Still.
Silent.
But the pressure coming off him
Was insane.
Before either of them could react
He moved.
Not fast.
Not flashy.
Just
Gone.
A single motion
A flash
Brock's head separated clean from his body.
No sound.
No struggle.
Just
Gone.
At the same time
Ken's body jerked.
Once.
Twice.
Then
Hundreds of cuts opened across him.
So fast they didn't register until it was already over.
Blood followed.
The ocean kept moving.
Like nothing changed.
The ocean kept moving.
Like nothing changed.
The man stood still.
Then
"I'm Minos," he said calmly. "From the great lands of Telija."
A step forward.
"I am King Nico's royal… and his head knight."
Another step.
"The strongest."
Behind him, the distant shape of a boat rocked slightly on the water.
Minos' body twitched.
Then again.
His shoulders jerked, arms shifting in sharp, unnatural motions, like he couldn't contain himself.
"…finally," he muttered, voice shaking with excitement. "Finally something worth cutting…"
Ken wiped blood from his face.
Stared.
"…you're weird."
Minos tilted his head, breathing heavier, almost shaking from the thrill.
Then
Ken vanished.
A single step
A punch
CRACK.
His fist slammed straight into Minos' mask, shattering it instantly.
Fragments scattered across the sand.
Silence.
Minos froze.
His hands shot up to his face.
"…my mask…" he whispered, panic creeping in as he tried to piece it back together. "My image…"
Behind him
Movement.
Brock's body stood.
Reached down.
Picked up his own head.
And placed it back on.
A small crack.
A shift.
"…you're a freak, man," Brock said.
Minos' eyes widened.
Then twisted.
"You dare…" his voice dropped, shaking with anger, "…shatter my image?!"
He swung.
A massive sword carved through the air, the pressure alone slicing the sand apart before it even reached them.
Brock moved first
Chains snapped forward
Wrapping around Minos' arm.
Tight.
Locked.
For a second
It held.
Then
Minos flexed.
"YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN WITH SIMPLE CHAINS!"
The chains exploded apart.
He swung again
Brock flipped back, a clean handspring barely avoiding the blade
Then
Minos disappeared.
Reappeared behind Ken.
Hand locked around his throat.
Lifting him.
Ken's feet left the ground.
"…too slow," Minos muttered.
Ken's eyes sharpened.
"…Qing Art…"
His body twisted unnaturally
Bones shifting
Muscles tightening
"First Form."
CRACK.
His arm snapped free at a broken angle then forced itself back into place mid-motion, ripping out of Minos' grip.
Before Minos could react
Brock was there.
A single step.
A single punch.
"Bone crusher."
BOOM.
The impact slammed into Minos' face, sending him flying across the beach straight toward the ocean.
Brock didn't stop.
He chased.
Leaped.
Caught him mid-air
And unleashed a barrage.
Punch after punch after punch
No rhythm.
Just force.
Then
A final headbutt.
CRACK.
Both of them crashed into the water.
Silence.
Ken stood there, breathing steady.
Waiting.
Then
The ocean rose.
A massive surge of water exploded upward
Brock's body shot out of it, flying back—
SLAM.
He crashed face-first into the sand, sliding before stopping.
He lifted his head slightly.
Looked forward.
Minos stood in the water.
Bruised.
Bloodied.
But smiling.
No fear now.
Just rage.
"TRANSPORTING BLAST!"
A flash
The attack didn't travel
It appeared.
Right on top of them.
BOOM.
A massive explosion swallowed the beach.
Smoke filled the air.
Silence.
Then
Footsteps.
Minos walked forward… onto the sea itself.
Each step steady.
Confident.
Like a king.
He laughed.
Loud.
Unshaken.
"…pathetic."
Then
His leg stopped.
Something grabbed him.
From below.
His smile faded.
The sand beneath him shifted
Pulled
Dragged
Brock and Ken emerged, gripping him, dragging him down into the sand, locking him in place.
Stuck.
Helpless.
For the first time
Minos couldn't move.
Brock stood.
Ken beside him.
They didn't say anything.
They just turned.
And walked away.
Leaving him there.
Buried.
The ocean kept moving.
Madness City stayed quiet.
And just like that
It was over.
Wanna gets some ramen later Brock asked
Sure your paying thought Ken said before farting.