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Chapter 2 - CHAPTER 2: FINAL BOSS – GAMM MICHELINE

— WILLIAM ALCO!

Her voice slices the air. A katana strike.

I choke. Noodles stuck in customs.

My body reacts before my brain.

I jolt up. Soy sauce on my shorts.

[CRITICAL ERROR]

Gamm Micheline locks onto me. T-800 mode activated.

— William Alco, 38 years old, unemployed. Survival rate: 0%.

Wait. Freeze-frame.

Let me explain.

She's the Final Boss of my family tree.

— Character Sheet: GAMM MICHELINE

• Status: Boss of the Final Boss

• Size: Small

• Power Level: UNLIMITED

• Special Skill: Flying Dodo – Aerial Savate Kicks (Can be used in close combat or launched like a heat-seeking missile)

• Unique Ability: Ancestral Death Stare (Effect: Instant existential crisis)

She raises a dented cup. The liquid inside? Murky. Radioactive glimmers.

— Drink this rum, boy! I'm purging all your bad energy tonight!

The smell? A mix of Bomli Sec and fermented Gros Poids.

— Me (attempting survival): Gamm… uh, got any Mirinda instead?

Bad move.

The air thickens. The walls tremble.

Behind her, a shadow stirs.

A spectral Dodo hovers above her, motionless.

Its black feathers vibrate. Its empty eyes swallow me whole.

She grabs a fistful of coarse salt.

The ritual begins.

SPLASH.

Salt rain on my skull.

— Drink, Nation!

I shut my eyes.

— If this is how I die… let my browser archive my open tabs.

Gulp.

Swallow.

The salt stings. The rum burns.

Then… BAM.

[SYSTEM ERROR]

My TV pixels out. Jackie Chan stares at me… and winks.

BOOM.

The walls implode into fragments of code.

[System Failure]

[Corrupted Data]

My couch glitches. Gravity disabled.

I fall into the unknown.

Time slows. Air distorts.

Pixels swirl into a digital vortex.

Shattered memories fuse with impossible visions:

— A blood-red lunar eclipse crumbling into ashes.

— Temples suspended in the void.

— Cryptic symbols whispering in forgotten tongues.

— Phantom faces staring, heavy with meaning.

My body fractures into particles of light.

Every atom vibrates with newfound intensity.

Then—BLACKNESS.

Total silence.

A shiver runs through my soul.

A metallic voice whispers:

— "Dimensional Reconstruction in Progress…"

The glitch devours reality. Everything shifts.

And me, suspended between worlds, 

I finally understand:

I don't belong here anymore.

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