At the height of the battle, with the Supreme Gods finally encircling him, the Monkey King scoffed, saying, "This was never meant to be a fair fight, huh?"
With a shout of rage that rocked the cosmos, shook reality itself, and unsettled the gods themselves.
The gods decided to coordinate their attack in an effort to cause the Monkey King significant harm, with Jupiter, the gods' ruler, serving as their leader.
The gods made the decision to attack him from many directions in order to confuse him and weaken his resistance.
The Monkey King said, "This just proves how weak you gods are."
The Monkey King was unharmed by the attacks that were directed toward him.
They didn't seem to be surprised that the Monkey King could stop their attack.
"Wednesday, NOW!!" Jupiter commanded Wednesday, who was beneath the Monkey King's feet holding a celestial artifact.
"Black Hole Imprisonment!" exclaimed Wednesday.
Because he was focused on those who surrounded him and attacked him, the Monkey King was distracted by the gods so that they could get an opening to use the Black Hole Crystal (a celestial artifact held by the Supreme Gods to imprison beings or gods that can't be defeated by the gods themselves).
The Monkey King was in disbelief as the crystal was sucking him in.
"AHHHHH!" The Monkey King screamed in disbelief.
His voice was drifting further from the gods as they heard him weep in anger and despair.
(12 years later)
"And that is why we should be following the gods instead of going against them. No matter how strong you are, they'll always find a way to stop you."
"That's not how it went down."
"My brother has told me this story numerous times. I think I'd know if I left something out of the story."
"The Monkey King crying out sounds like something added to the story to make it sound more interesting for you people."
"No, that actually happened because my brother said it did!"
"Your brother wasn't even there when the fight happened, so forgive me if I don't believe him as much as you do. Amari, what do you think? Do you think the Monkey King actually cried out like a little bitch?"
"Hey! Language! Forget we are in school groun—"
"I don't know. I've actually never heard of that story before."
"YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT??!!"
The two boys expressed disbelief toward Amari.
"Shh, the teacher is coming!" whispered Amari toward his friends.
With his index finger over his lips, he signaled for the whole class behind him to also be silent. The mood then changed from loud conversations to silence, hearing nothing but the wind outside.
Five seconds later, the teacher stepped into the class carrying paperwork that had to do with the day's class session.
"Good morning, class. Hope you've all had a great morning today and a good night's rest," said the teacher to the students in a cheerful manner.
"Good morning, Miss Laurant!" greeted the class.
"Now please take your seats."
"Okay, so today we are going to learn about the types of artifacts," Miss Laurant mentioned as she wrote 'Artifact' on the green board with her white chalk.
"Does anyone know what artifacts are? If so, please raise your hands."
Various students raised their hands in an attempt to answer the question.
"Amari." The teacher picked the one student who didn't raise their hand.
"..."
The class was quiet, and all eyes were on Amari, including the teacher, patiently waiting for Amari's answer.
"Well, Amari, we don't have all day," said the teacher as she folded her arms, indicating that she demanded an answer with urgency.
"I don't know, ma'am," said Amari while focusing on the movements of his fingers instead of making eye contact with the teacher.
"Bruh, what do you know?" whispered the student next to him.
The students started snickering behind the classroom.
"Now, Apollo, making fun of your fellow classmates isn't part of the rules. You know that resides to punishment, right?" Miss Laurant pointed out.
"Oh, come on, ma'am. I didn't do it on purpose."
"Now please stand up and apologize to Amari and the whole class," commanded Miss Laurant.
"I would like to apologize for breaking class rules and making fun of my fellow classmate. Please forgive me!"
Amari nodded, and the whole class did the same.
"Follow that by explaining everything to the class about artifacts."
"But ma'am—"
"No buts," interrupted Miss Laurant.
"Damn...okay."
Apollo then walked to stand in front of the class as if he were the teacher, while Miss Laurant went on to take her seat at her desk.
"Artifacts are the things we use in our daily lives to benefit us from having too much in storage to store in one place or having something that's too big to store in a smaller area. They come in different sizes and shapes, and regarding the shape and size, it depends on how much or how big something can be stored in that artifact. These are also known as furniture artifacts."
Apollo continued, "There are also artifacts that are used for imprisonment, to imprison beings that are too powerful to be locked in an original cell. These are most likely used to imprison demi-gods or gods that are too powerful for us humans or the gods themselves. These artifacts are rare to the public and are mostly held by royalty or the government. They are also known as Imprisonment Artifacts."
"There are some you forgot about," Miss Laurant indicated.
Conrad raised his hand enthusiastically, indicating he knew the answers.
"Yes, Conrad."
"The Artificial and Mythical Artifacts," Conrad mentioned as he looked at Apollo to spite him about his answer.
"Royal prick," Apollo, annoyed, whispered under his breath.
"Well, Conrad, would you do the honors of elaborating on the skills of these artifacts?" insisted Miss Laurant.
"Well, gladly, Miss Laurant. Firstly, Artificial Artifacts are artifacts that are created by human resources, and they are mostly used for construction or as a means to hold up buildings, if put simply. They are also used mostly by scientists to hold important information that could help with their theories, and they are used to contact people who are far from one another, which helps with communication."
"And Mythical Artifacts are involved with mythical objects such as sacred scrolls that have information about the heavens and mythical creatures such as dragons, behemoths, and hybrids. These are extremely rare amongst humans and are mostly in the hands of demi-gods, which not many of them also have attained one."
"Mythical artifacts have the highest valu—"
"Well, thank you. That's enough for now, Conrad," interrupted Miss Laurant.
"Now, Apollo, as punishment, you will be tutoring Amari since you know so much more than him."
As Apollo was about to contest, "And that is final!" Miss Laurant commanded.
Apollo wept toward his desk.
(After school)
The three boys (Apollo, Conrad, and Amari) were walking together toward the school gate.
"You're just lucky that you're royalty, so you get to see new and updated books of what's going on around the world," said Apollo as he teased Conrad while throwing his arm over Conrad's shoulder.
"So? Why are you making that my problem? It's not my fault you can't afford them."
Annoyed, Apollo pushed Conrad away. "Ugghhh, fuck you!"
He then went to throw his arms over Amari and roughly pulled him closer to indicate their little alliance against Conrad.
"Forget him, Amari. He'll never understand our pain."
Amari just awkwardly smiled and replied, "Yeah."
"Your Royal Highness, this way." A man wearing a neat butler suit appeared and directed Conrad toward a fancy-looking vehicle while bowing his head.
Conrad nodded at the butler and signaled for him to go first. He'd follow after. He then directed his attention toward his friends.
"Same time tonight?" Conrad asked as if he wasn't certain.
"YES, DUMBASS!! Why do you always ask that? As if anything would change," shouted Apollo, attracting the attention of the other pupils who looked at them as if they were weirdos.
"You just never know, you know?" grinned Conrad.
Everyone grinned while looking at each other.
After a nod, Conrad then headed to his carriage while his butler waited for him with the door open.
"Come on, let's go," led Apollo.
Amari followed suit as they headed in a different direction.