The Return Of the Beast

Narrator: There are worlds that are conquered.
This one was ruled.

On the night of September 17th, a crack split the sky over Tokyo.
Reality itself shattered, and through that rift came a gateway between two planets:

Earth and Varkor.

Within months, the Varkonians—ruthless invaders from another world—seized control. The Varkonians looked exactly Like humans. But their eyes... They were Green. Their pupils were sharp Vertically as if they were ones of a Vicious Predator.
By December 25th, humanity’s last defenses collapsed.

The Varkonians appointed seven Tyrants, one for each continent—each blessed with powers beyond human comprehension.
These Tyrants ruled from massive fortresses called “Rings”, turning capital cities into strongholds of terror.

And from those Rings, they tormented humanity.
The world suffered.

But the Varkonians didn’t realize this:

On that same day—September 17th, 2178—
A child was born.
A child destined to set the Earth free.

[Present Time: 12th August, 2396 A.D.]

[Location: Rebel Jail, Hong Kong]

The blackout came without warning.

All of Hong Kong went dark.
Generators failed. Lights died. The air grew heavy, humid, and tense.

Inside the Rebel Jail, guards sweated in frustration.

Guard 1: [wiping sweat from his brow]
“Damn it! These generators won’t work! It’s been an hour! I’m cooking in here.”

Guard 2: [nervous laugh]
“Relax, man. The lights’ll come back soon.”

And they did.

The overhead lamps flickered back to life. For a moment, relief swept over the guards.

Then came the alarm.

But not the usual siren—the sound was different. Deeper. More brutal. A tone nobody in the prison had ever heard before.

Guard 1:
“Wait… What is that? Is that a new alarm?”

Guard 2: [face pale, eyes wide]
“N-No… That’s the containment breach alarm…”

Guard 1:
“Containment of what!?”

Guard 2: [trembling, whispering]
“Him…”

The guards rushed to the central chamber.

At the front stood the Army Sergeant, trying to control the panic.

Army Sergeant:
“Everyone listen! The cryogenic chamber malfunctioned during the blackout.
He’s escaped.
But he’s still in this room.
When I open the door—open fire immediately!”

Before the sergeant could act, the entire door exploded inward.

One punch shattered steel like glass. The door crushed the sergeant beneath it.

The wall cracked, turning to rubble.

Smoke filled the air.
Through the haze, a figure stepped forward.

A boy, no older than 18. Barefoot. Calm. His body carried no scars, no signs of aging—only unreal strength.

His eyes didn’t glow.
But they were sharp and cold, like tempered steel.

The guards opened fire in terror.

The boy leapt, faster than their eyes could follow.

In one motion, he flipped over their heads. The bullets tore into the guards themselves—friendly fire.

When the smoke cleared, only one guard was left standing.

The boy walked toward him.

The Boy: [voice calm and steady]
“Where am I?”

Guard: [trembling]
“H-Hong… Kong…”

The Boy:
“Where’s the control room?”

The guard pointed, hand shaking violently.

The Boy:
“Would you prefer a painless death, or—”

BANG!

The guard shot himself before the boy could finish.

Inside the control room, the boy activated the prison-wide intercom.

The Boy:
“To all of you who dared to fight back against the Varkonians:
You are free now.
Go home. Be with your families.
But remember this moment.
Stand together—and fight back.

Before the dawn of next year, their rule will end. I swear it.”

He pressed the release switch.

All the prison cells unlocked at once.

The rebellion had begun.

[Outside: Rebel Jail Courtyard]

A thousand guards blocked the main exit.

Guard Captain: [smirking]
“This is where it ends for you! There’s no way you’re taking on all of us alone.”

The boy tilted his head slightly. His lips curled into a smirk.

The Boy:
“Who told you I was alone?”

Behind him, ten thousand inmates charged forward, roaring like a tsunami.

The guards were crushed under the wave in less than a minute.

The boy walked through the wreckage without looking back.

They all left.

[Location: Unknown Bunker, South Pole]

Deep beneath the frozen wastelands, the seven Tyrants gathered.

Riyaku (Tyrant #1):
“Why are we summoned?”

General:
“There was a power outage in Hong Kong. It triggered a failure in the cryogenic chamber.”

Yataro (Tyrant #5):
“No… Don’t tell me…”

Jinah (Tyrant #6):
“It’s him, isn’t it?”

Akuma (Tyrant #2):
“You’re saying… he’s out?”

General:
“Yes. He’s escaped. And the prisoners followed him.”

The room went silent.

Kurumi (Tyrant #3): [overconfident]
“He’s just one man! We can crush him.”

A massive figure stepped forward—Gorokko (Tyrant #4).

Gorokko:
“You weren’t here 200 years ago, Kurumi. We saw what he did back then.”

Kurumi:
“But that’s impossible! How can someone survive that long!?”

Gorokko:
“He’s no ordinary human. The gods gave him boons. He won’t age. He won’t die naturally.
His strength is beyond reason. And when he gets his full powers back… we’re finished.”

Izoto (Tyrant #7): [smirking]
“Relax. Right now, he’s just muscle. Remember? We extracted his flame powers before freezing him.”

General:
“Regardless, our Lord commands you all to stay inside your Rings.
Fortify your defenses. Do not engage him directly.”

The Tyrants were teleported back to their territories.

[Location: Small Village Near Rebel Jail]

After the prison break, the boy reached a small village nearby.

But his ears caught something—screams.

Varkonian raiders were pillaging homes, chaining villagers to posts.

In the center, they tied up a teen boy, about 16, to a wooden pole.

The boy watched silently for a moment.

Then he walked forward, eyes cold, steps steady.

The Boy:
“Varkonian raiders? Why chain a child?”

He was standing while his hands on a pole. His hands clenched so tightly, the pole cracked just from the pressure of his grip.

To Be Continued…