**Volume 2: Upper World**

  **Chapter 112: Time for the Party to End**

  **(Arc: Beginning of the End)**

  July 4th, 6:00 a.m. – Shinjuku (Ray’s Realm of the Gods – Final Collapse)

  The sky above was finally cracking open — not the fake purple realm sky anymore, but the real one. Dawn light bled through the fractures, pale gray and tired, barely touching the blood rivers and obsidian ruins below. It was 6 a.m. — the longest night in their lives — and the darkness wasn’t gone yet. Just thinning.

  Max’s numbers spun again — green holograms flickering above his head like dying stars.

  **5/2/6.**

  Sky moved fast — inside his own light-blue aura realm — boosted speed pushing past exhaustion — fists blurring toward Ray. Ray met him — purple aura flaring — kicked Sky hard in the stomach. Sky doubled over — air forced out in a wet gasp — flew back ten feet — hit the ground rolling — blood spraying from his mouth.

  Jason dashed in — afterimages trailing at 59 fps — closed the gap — started boxing Ray up. Left hook to the jaw, right straight to the ribs, uppercut to the chin — each punch landing with bone-cracking force. Ray blocked some — took others — purple aura cracking under the pressure. Jason didn’t stop — spun — hit **Azure Flash** — fist glowing dark blue-pink — slammed into Ray’s chest. Ray staggered — coughed purple-tinted blood — but stayed standing.

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  Max’s numbers kept rolling.

  **6/6/7.**

  Ray kicked Jason back — boot connecting clean — Jason flew — crashed into a crumbling bone island — dust exploding. Ray turned — eyes glowing violent — clapped both hands.

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  A single violet line of destruction multiplied — ten, twenty, fifty — slashing across the realm like a storm of blades. It hit Max first — chest, arms, legs — blood spraying — body jerking like a puppet with cut strings. Sky and Jason took the rest — wounds opening fresh — infinite blood pouring — but they got up.

  Max’s aura exploded — bright yellow mixed with green — shadows roaring like beasts unchained. He stood — bleeding everywhere — but standing — eyes burning.

  Ray looked at him — then at Sky and Jason — voice low, almost soft.

  “We are truly family.”

  Sky wiped blood from his mouth — voice raw.

  “I don’t… nor do they… wanna be anything like you.”

  Jason stepped forward — dark blue-pink aura steadying — eyes hard.

  “You used me to help you. You wanted to end the world.”

  Max’s eyes widened — understanding the risk now — the cost of **Jackpot Overload**. He knew what came after — death. No coming back. But he looked at Sky — then Jason — then at the ruins where everyone else had fallen.

  He boosted up — aura surging brighter — yellow-green light swallowing the darkness around him.

  “It’s time for the party to end now,” Max said — voice steady, tired, final.

  The chapter ended with the three of them standing side by side — Sky’s light blue, Jason’s dark blue-pink, Max’s yellow-green — auras clashing like storms against Ray’s violent purple — dawn light creeping through the cracks above — the last three boys fighting the god who’d taken everything.

  To be continued…