Capítulo 82: Pawn in a Twisted Game
So, Thorne, the big cheese himself. Built like a brick wall with razor blades glued on, this dude was tougher than a math test on a Friday night. Our fight? Imagine chess on roller skates, with nunchucks instead of pieces. Yeah, chaotic as hell. He moved like a drunken hippo trying ballet, but hey, I ain't complaining. Dodged his attacks, kept my hair perfect, and emerged victorious. Like a boss.
Time was my enemy, a ticking clock that wouldn't shut up. But I outsmarted it, turning each Shadowscale into a collectible trading card – except these cards were lives saved, way cooler. Leaving their hideout, I felt like a superhero straight out of an anime, ready to kick some serious butt, hair flowing in the wind like a majestic flag.
But wait, what the chimichanga? Shadowscales, maids, butlers – the whole gang was gathered like they walked into a murder mystery party hosted by a pyromaniac. Turns out, the fireworks show I put on outside went unnoticed. They were as confused as a goldfish in a blender. Guess stealth ain't my strong suit, but hey, at least I got some peace and quiet.
Mission done, I strutted back into the city like a rockstar. People worshipped me like I invented pizza. Free stuff rained down like confetti at a unicorn parade. I even got my autograph on a potato – don't ask. Life was good, like a never-ending anime marathon with unlimited popcorn.
The palace was next, transformed into a party so lit, it could rival a disco ball supernova. King Reginald treated me like royalty, the applause louder than a herd of elephants tap-dancing. Alexandra beamed like a proud mama bear, showing me off like a trophy. Even Alepou and Astley, those grumpy old prunes, gave me a nod – probably mistook me for some prophesied video game hero.
The city buzzed about my exploits like bees on a sugar rush. Kids chased me for autographs, and I even signed a potato (seriously, don't ask). It was like living in a fever dream, filled with epic battles, random encounters, and enough plot twists to make your head spin.
Yeah, I faced paradoxes that made Einstein cry, fought myself like a schizophrenic samurai, and maybe, just maybe, saved the universe – all in a day's work. Feeling like a total badass, I indulged in some celebratory grub (and maybe a little too much), but a nagging feeling wouldn't leave me alone.
This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. More adventures awaited, lurking in the shadows like a forgotten burrito in the fridge. Mysteries whispered secrets in the wind, begging to be unraveled. And, of course, there were always more hair flips to perfect.
So, as I basked in the afterglow of victory, a shadow stretched across the crowd. A hooded figure emerged, their voice like nails on a chalkboard. "Your victory is a joke, Jikirukuto," they rasped. "The real threat is just waking up, and you're just a pawn in its game." The ground trembled, and a roar echoed through the city, shaking the very foundations. The party was over, replaced by a chilling realization: the real game had just begun. Buckle up, buttercups, because Jikirukuto's next adventure is about to get bloody and bizarre. Stay tuned, chimichangas on me!
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