Mexico - Manzanillo

-=| Fifteen minutes ago |=-

"..."

A man stood silently on the edge of a rooftop, gazing out over the sprawling port city below. His laser-like eyes seemed to scan the landscape, as if searching for something. A golden and red armor covered the entirety of his lower half with a large crystal white tail wagging ominously behind him.

As he stood there, a gust of wind picked up, tousling his majestic blond hair and causing his crimson tattoos to ripple across his skin. He didn't seem to notice, lost in thought as he pondered deeply about something.

"Hmm."

Upon meeting the young black-haired Saiyan girl, Killua with his omniscient senses quickly found out that she was not an ordinary pawn of an Outer God like those arrogant poor souls he had erased in the past. He noticed that she seemed to be directly connected to the Root of Existence's system, just like him. This realization was concerning, and Killua decided to remain within a few kilometers of the girl, but he made sure to stay out of her visual range while monitoring her.

Initially, if the girl was just a simple pawn of the Outer Gods, Killua had planned to tame and brainwash her. However, he couldn't take her lightly now that he knew the truth. Killua was not naive and realized that the girl had the potential to be just as strong, if not stronger, than him.

No matter how negligible that chance was, it was unacceptable for Killua. He will remove all and any dangerous variables. And he will not let pathetic things like human emotions stand in his way.

Killua's inhuman eyes narrowed to a laser-like focus as he gazed upon the girl sitting silently on a public bench in the peaceful port city. With a cold determination, he pointed his finger at her, and from the tip of his index finger, a small dark sphere began to form. This sphere contained the most powerful concentration of Hakai energy the world has ever witnessed, and it was utterly terrifying in its intensity. Killua meticulously controlled his Hakai energy to avoid erasing the galaxy by mistake.

"No hard feelings lady. You are just unlucky."

Once he was confident in his aim, he flung the dark sphere with all his might towards the unsuspecting girl sitting on the bench. Its speed was so great that it might as well have been instantaneous. However, just as the sphere of total annihilation was on the verge of striking its target, it inexplicably dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind no trace of its existence.

"–!"

Killua's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly realized that something was preventing his attack from reaching its target. He tried to launch another sphere, but once again, it was neutralized before it could even get close to the girl.

"What is this?" Killua muttered to himself, growing frustrated at the unexpected obstacle in his way.

After several attempts, Killua was about to get serious when he finally received a notification from the Root of Existence's system, which informed him that the girl was registered as a new Gamer within the system and he was an experienced Host. This meant that any attacks from him against her would be neutralized for an unspecified amount of time, as it would disrupt the balance of the game.

"What load of bullshit."

Killua knew that he had countless ways to eliminate the girl, regardless of the system's protections. However, he understood that doing so would have consequences that he couldn't ignore. Especially when the Root of Existence is involved.

With a frustrated expression, Killua reluctantly withdrew his hand and took a step back, still watching the girl carefully. He knew he had to find another way to deal with her.

"What now…" he muttered to himself, contemplating his next move.

At that moment, Killua's terrifying alien eyes noticed the huge wave coming from far away.

"Haha. Crazy woman."

Examining the incoming Megatsunami, Killua stroked his chin thoughtfully, recognizing it as the delayed aftermath of Yuuka's reckless assault on him, which had sent him hurtling into a black hole some time ago.

"Well then, let's see what you will do."

Killua said and then he crossed his arms, glaring at the oblivious girl who was still sitting on the bench without a care in the world.

But to Killua's mild surprise, the girl instantly sprang into action. She quickly jumped to her feet and ran towards the ocean, where she could see people struggling to escape the approaching horrific wave.

Killua watched as the girl began to use her pitiful Ki to push the megatsunami back, despite the obvious strain it was putting on her body. The people around her looked on in awe as she courageously sacrificed herself to save them.

Killua's expression darkened as he came to understand the girl's unwavering resolve and genuine honest character.

As the megatsunami subsided and the people around her cheered, the girl collapsed to the ground, her body clearly overexerted from the effort.

Killua remained in place, observing the girl as she gasped for air. A part of him, the human part, couldn't help but feel impressed by her courageous and selfless actions. However, his rational and unfeeling side burned with a fierce urge to remove her as a dangerous possible danger.

"Damn it!"

Killua's gritted his teeth as he glared furiously at the girl who suddenly coughed out blood from her mouth. Crimson dark sparks formed all around his body, as the concrete floor under him cracked from the terrifying pressure radiating naturally from his unstable emotions.

"Pathetic!"

'Why did she have to be a damn selfless heroine of all things?!' Killua cursed inwardly, his thoughts filled with frustration as he watched the girl's selfless actions. The ring on his finger flickered erratically, shifting from white to grey and back again, indicating the intense conflict between his emotions and logical reasoning.

Killua's inner turmoil continued to rage as he watched the girl struggle to stay conscious. Part of him admired her bravery and selflessness, but another part of him saw her as a potential threat that needed to be eliminated as soon as possible.

He stood there for a moment longer, his eyes fixed on the girl's pitiful form. The crimson tattoos on his skin pulsed with a strange energy, reflecting the turmoil within him.

"G-Greetings, oh mighty one, the Creator!"

Suddenly, Killua's attention was diverted by a strange sound behind him. He turned around to see a normal box truck kneeling respectfully towards him. Bending and contorting its metal body into a strange angle, similar to a flexible creature

"?" Killua's confusion was evident as he regarded the bizarre scene before him, causing all his previous musings to vanish without a trace.

As Killua's gaze fell on the kneeling truck, its metallic body trembled like a frightened child as it bends itself even lower to the floor.

"I-I'm honored to be in your presence, M-My Lord!"

Killua was momentarily taken aback as he witnessed the peculiar sight of the truck bending before him, appearing almost animate. But as he discerned its true nature, his expression lit up with recognition.

"Ah, Truck-kun! One of those brats' inventions," he exclaimed.

The truck's trembles of fear slowly subsided, replaced by a sense of relief as Killua recognized it. The metallic creature slowly rose from its kneeling position, its body straightening up. Now standing on its four wheels instead of three.

"Y-Yes, that's right. I'm Truck-kun," it replied in a voice that sounded surprisingly human-like. "I apologize if I disturbed you, my lord."

Killua shook his head, a wry smile forming on his lips. "Not at all, Truck-kun. I was just lost in thought. But tell me, why are you so afraid of me? I believe this is the first time we meet."

The truck hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of how to answer. "I-I have heard stories about you from the gods who created me, my lord. They said you are a being of immense power, capable of destroying worlds with a single thought. Even with my transcended existence and space-time abilities, I…I cannot help but feel insignificant in the face of your divine presence."

Amused, Killua asked the truck, "Is that so? And who are these gods that created you?"

The truck paused for a moment before answering, "I am not sure of their names, my lord. They only spoke to me once when they created me, before departing to other realms. But they said that they were created by a being of immense power and wisdom, who they referred to as the 'Creator'."

Shaking his head with a smile, Killua turned back to the truck. "Do not fear me, Truck-kun," he said in a reassuring voice. "I may be powerful, but I do not use my power to harm my children's creations. You have nothing to fear from me."

The truck nodded, its wheels spinning softly as if in delight. "Thank you, my lord," it said, its voice full of gratitude. "I will remember your words. Oh mighty one."

As Killua pondered about the bizarre creature before him, a daring idea struck him like lightning.

"!"

He jerked his head back towards the group of people surrounding the girl he had been trying to eliminate earlier, now lost in the crowd.

Killua calculated countless probabilities, considering every potential outcome and consequence of his next actions, analyzing the plan from a higher dimensional level and all the possible different angles. He could sense his brain cells generating an unfathomable amount of heat as all the air that came in contact with his body was instantly disintegrated into mere electrons. The area around him crackled with electricity as if his thoughts were so intense that they were causing physical changes in the environment.

"This… This might just work," Killua muttered, a smirk spreading across his face. His inhuman eyes, once filled with nothing but murderous intent, were now looking at the girl with crazed anticipation and twisted cruelty.

If making the girl disappear was not an option, then he needed to create a scenario in which the girl would not be able to harm him under any circumstance. His mind raced with ideas, each more diabolical than the last. No matter how much potential she has. No matter how strong she might become in the future. She will have no choice but to bow her head.

Selfless heroine.

Pure personality.

True God's children.

The Creator's absolute authority.

Life and death.

Gratitude and benevolence.

"Heh... Hehehe... Kuhahaha... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA–!"

The maniacal laughter of Killua reverberated across the whole area, causing the entire building to shake with the force of his madness. it was clear that Killua had a plan - a plan that would enable him to dominate the girl and bend her to his will without even lifting a single finger.

"...Truck-kun."

*Flustered* "Y-Your Excellency, I humbly submit myself to your will!"

"I have a mission for you, a decree from the Creator himself."

"M-My Lord, I shall carry out your bidding with unwavering loyalty and devotion. Oh mighty one"

"—" After Killua explained the tasks, the truck immediately roared to life and sped towards its targets as Killua watched with a twisted smile on his face.

Vrooom.

As he watched the truck dashing with terrifying speed towards the girl, Killua looked at her one last time and smirked.

"My dear little lady, I hope you'll enjoy my world~ And don't forget to make lots of friends, okay~?"

---

United States - New York

Dr. Smith was monitoring Amira's vital signs from his hidden base using the advanced sensors implanted in her neural chip. However, just as she pushed her Ki to its limits, he suddenly lost connection with her.

"What's going on?" he muttered to himself as he frantically tried to reconnect with her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't establish a link with Amira.

Panic started to set in as he realized that he had no idea what was happening to her. Had she been injured or worse? Dr. Smith knew that he had to act fast and come up with a plan to find Amira and ensure her safety. He quickly gathered his drones and instructed them to launch a rescue mission to locate her.

As they worked on pinpointing her location, Dr. Smith couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had a sinking feeling that something terrible was about to happen, and he knew that time was running out.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, a loud crash shook the entire top level of the skyscraper where Dr. Smith's base was located. He stumbled as the building shook, and he quickly realized that something was flying towards him from the outside. He didn't have enough time to react as a blinding white light crashed through the window, sending glass and debris flying everywhere.

"WHAT?! Ugh–!"

Dr. Smith shielded himself from the impact and tried to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his leg. He looked down and saw that he had been hit by a large piece of glass. He tried to crawl towards the exit, but his leg wouldn't move, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

As he tried to gather his thoughts, Dr. Smith saw that the thing that had crashed into his room was an ordinary truck. He couldn't believe his eyes. How was it possible for a truck to be flying towards him from the outside of a skyscraper that was hundreds of meters high?!

Vroom.

But before he could make sense of what was happening, the motionless truck suddenly came to life, its engine roaring to life as it advanced towards him. Dr. Smith knew he was in trouble, and he frantically tried to crawl away, but it was no use.

VROOM.

The truck crashed into him with tremendous force, and Dr. Smith's body was thrown across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening thud. Blood poured from his wounds, and his eyes slowly closed as he took his last breath.