Hero

In that critical instant, as the Mole King's claws raced towards Joseph's vulnerable form, A figure of a tanned skinned boy appeared, his body materializing between Joseph and the monstrous threat like a ghost stepping out of the shadows. Everything seemed to slow down, the chaos of battle fading into the background as if the world itself held its breath.

The boy's heart thundered in his chest, every beat echoing like a drum of war. He knew there was no time to waste, no margin for error. Summoning all his strength and skill, his fingers closing around the familiar grip in one swift motion. His eyes locked onto the Mole King, and he saw the beast's predatory gaze shift from Joseph to him, a flicker of surprise crossing its features.

Before the Mole King could react, Don aimed the gun directly at its chest. He squeezed the trigger, the movement quick and precise, the barrel spitting fire as the ruka poison flower bullet erupted from the chamber. The air seemed to crackle with energy as the bullet sliced through it, hurtling towards its target with lethal accuracy.

Bracing for the recoil impact of the awakened level handgun, he had already imbued his body with 100% of his harden aura.

The Mole King barely had time to register the flash of silver before the bullet struck home, embedding itself deep in his chest. The beast's advance halted abruptly, its claws mere inches from Don, frozen in mid-air. The ruka poison flower's venom spread through the Mole King's veins like a wildfire, paralyzing him almost instantly.

A shocked gasp escaped the Mole King's maw, its eyes widening in disbelief. It tried to move, to lash out, but its body refused to obey. The poison acted quickly, snaking through its system and shutting down its muscles, robbing it of any chance to strike. The Mole King's powerful limbs trembled, then went limp, the light in its eyes fading to a dull, glassy stare.

With a final, pitiful groan, the Mole King collapsed, his massive form crumpling to the ground at Don's feet. The once fearsome creature now lay still, its reign of terror brought to an abrupt and sudden end by the ruka poison coursing through its body.

Don also exerting his entire energy reserves in one go passed out on top of the mole's body, his final sensation being the feeling of blood stained fur. 

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In the vast emptiness of space, a dark, mysterious castle floated against the backdrop of the infinite void. The structure was massive, its shadowy form only discernible by the faint outline that contrasted with the surrounding darkness. For a moment, it seemed to hang there in silence, suspended in the cosmos, until the space before it began to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was being twisted and reshaped.

Suddenly, out of this distortion, seven glowing orbs appeared, each radiating a different color of the rainbow. They floated in place, pulsating softly with an inner light that seemed to defy the surrounding darkness. One orb, glowing a brilliant yellow, stood out from the rest. It shone with a warmth and intensity that drew all attention toward it.

As if guided by an unseen force, the yellow orb drifted away from the castle and began its journey through the cosmos. It moved swiftly, passing stars and galaxies in a blur, until it finally descended upon a barren desert below. The yellow orb landed gently on the hot, cracked earth, its glow casting long shadows across the desolate landscape.

A small ant, drawn to the light, scurried over to the orb, its tiny legs moving quickly across the sand. It reached out with its antennae to touch the orb, but as soon as it made contact, the orb transformed into a liquid. The shimmering fluid was quickly absorbed into the ant's body, disappearing without a trace.

Days turned into weeks as the ant continued its daily routines, seemingly unaffected by the strange liquid it had consumed. It foraged for food, navigated the harsh desert terrain, and lived the life of an ordinary ant. But all of this changed one fateful day when the ant crossed paths with a mole.

The mole was burrowing through the sand, its movements slow and deliberate. Without warning, it stepped on the ant, crushing it instantly beneath its weight. As the ant's body was crushed, the yellow fluid that had been absorbed earlier seeped into the mole's body. The mole paused, as if momentarily stunned by the sudden influx of the liquid. Then, after a brief moment of stillness, it continued on its way, seemingly unaffected.

At first glance, the mole appeared ordinary as it moved through the desert, engaging in battles with various creatures such as desert snakes, rats, and crabs. However, with each kill, something unusual began to happen. The mole seemed to grow stronger and more adept. Its digging skills, in particular, became sharper and more refined. It was no longer the slow, noisy burrower it once was; now, it moved through the ground with a deadly silence, emerging without warning to strike at its prey with lethal precision.

Weeks passed, and the mole's transformation continued. It became an unstoppable force, a silent predator that moved beneath the surface, unseen and unheard. Then, one day, the landscape around the mole began to change. The barren desert gave way to a more familiar terrain—the human territory.

The mole, now fully awakened and confident in its newfound abilities, began to rally other moles to its side. It communicated with them, forming a plan to attack the humans. With cunning and strategy, it led the other moles into battle, a fierce determination driving its every move.

The fight was intense and brutal. The mole, now a leader among its kind, showed no mercy as it tore through the human defenses. It felt every kill, every victory, with a savage satisfaction. But in the heat of battle, it suddenly saw itself through another's eyes—a human's eyes. It was Don, standing before it with a gun.

In a split second, the mole relived its final moments. It felt the shock of the bullet piercing its chest, the purple fluid seeping from its wounds. As the poison spread through its body, the mole experienced a rush of emotions: pain, rage, and fear. It let out one last, pitiful growl before collapsing onto the ground, its mighty frame shuddering as the life drained from its eyes.

And just like that, the vision ended. The scene faded into darkness, leaving behind the haunting memory of the mole's death.