The Absolute Silence:
The Academy courtyard was so quiet you could hear the sizzle of Allen's fryer. Thousands of students, the Grand Commander, and billions of people watching the global broadcast were frozen.
Alex had just eaten a "Divine Beam" with a churro.
The Alpha: (Voice cracking on the screen) "Impossible... that was a Prime-Rank disintegration spell! Who... WHAT ARE YOU?!"
Alex: (Licking cinnamon sugar off his thumb) "I'm the guy whose lunch you just ruined. And honestly? I'm disappointed. You hyped yourself up as 'The Alpha,' but you're barely a 'Beta' with a high-budget projector."
The Tension:
Up in the clouds, the Alpha and Omega panicked. They realized their "Divine Presence" wasn't affecting Alex at all. In fact, the closer Alex walked toward the center of the courtyard, the more the golden "Holy Light" in the sky began to turn a bruised, oily purple.
Omega: "BROTHER! DESTROY HIM! ERASE THE WHOLE PROVINCE IF YOU MUST!"
Allen: (Shouting from the churro stand, looking genuinely distressed) "Hey! Don't you dare! If you blow up the province, the power grid goes out! Do you know how hard it is to maintain the perfect oil temperature without a steady current?! Alex, finish this! They're threatening my snacks!"
The "Clash":
The Alpha and Omega descended from the clouds, their floating temple landing in the Academy's parking lot with a deafening crash. They stepped out, glowing with enough light to blind a normal person.
The Alpha: "Savor your last breath, boy! We shall show you the true power of—"
Alex: "Yeah, yeah. 'True power,' 'Kneel before us,' blah blah. You guys talk more than my History teacher."
Alex didn't take his hands out of his pockets. He didn't even widen his stance. He just let out a single, sharp exhale.
The 0.1% Pulse:
Alex released a microscopic sliver of his true mana—roughly 0.1%.
To the humans, it felt like a cold breeze. But to the "Gods," it was as if the weight of ten galaxies had suddenly dropped onto their shoulders. The "Holy Light" around them didn't just flicker—it shattered like glass.
CRACK.
The ground didn't break, but the air did. The Alpha and Omega were slammed into the pavement so hard they left two human-shaped craters. Their golden masks flew off, revealing two terrified, middle-aged men with sweaty faces and trembling lips.
Alex: (Walking over and looking down into the craters) "Oh. You're just humans using 'Aether-Batteries' hidden in your sleeves. That's even more pathetic than I thought."
The Humiliation:
The Alpha tried to crawl away, his "Divine Robes" now just tattered, dirty rags. "Please... have mercy... we just wanted to rule... the Association was too weak to stop us..."
Alex: (Turning to the Grand Commander, who was staring with his mouth open) "Hey, 'Professional.' Here are your Gods. They're knocked out. You might want to arrest them for littering and disturbing the peace. Also, they owe my friend for the napkins."
The Aftermath:
Alex walked back toward the churro stand as if he had just stepped over a puddle.
Evelyn: (Running up to him, her eyes shining with tears and something else—pure, unadulterated adoration) "Alex! You... you just... with one breath..."
She didn't care who was watching. She grabbed his hand, her face glowing. "You're amazing. I mean... I knew you were strong, but that was..."
Alex: (Winking at her, causing her to turn bright red) "It was a workout, Evelyn. I think I burned at least three calories. Now, where's that churro Allen promised me?"
Allen: (Holding a bag of churros, looking relieved) "Finally. The oil stayed at 180°C. We're safe, Alex. The snacks have survived."
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