The world dissolved around them.
One step out of the coffee shop — and suddenly the ground gave way beneath their feet.
Light, pure and endless, swallowed the streets, the cars, the sky, until there was nothing left but a blinding white.
Raka barely had time to shout before the world reconstructed itself around him.
---
When his vision returned, he found himself standing on a vast stone bridge, stretching across an infinite ocean of stars.
Above, twin moons hung low, bathing the world in silver-blue light.
Below, the stars shifted like living creatures, swirling into shapes and constellations Raka had never seen before.
He turned sharply.
Beside him, Iqiww stumbled, blinking furiously.
"Where... the hell... are we?" Iqiww managed to croak, looking around wide-eyed.
Raka had no answer.
But somehow — deep inside — he knew:
This wasn't Earth.
This wasn't Lost Saga.
This was something entirely new.
---
A soft hum vibrated under their feet, like the heartbeat of the world itself.
Then, from the far end of the bridge, a figure appeared.
Cloaked in flowing white, their face hidden behind a mask of shifting symbols, the figure moved toward them with impossible grace.
When they spoke, their voice echoed in the air — calm, ancient, undeniable.
> "Welcome, Chosen."
"You have crossed the Threshold."
"Beyond this bridge lies the Genesis Arena — a realm untouched, unclaimed, waiting for its new Champions."
Iqiww squinted.
"Champions? Us?"
The figure bowed slightly.
> "You have proven your spirit worthy in the Old World."
"Now, you are offered a new contract."
A glowing screen materialized in front of them, similar to an old login interface — but sleeker, more alive.
Two options floated on it:
> [ACCEPT THE CONTRACT]
[DECLINE AND RETURN TO THE Void]
The figure stepped back, giving them space.
"You know," Iqiww said, voice low, "normal people get free coffee after loyalty points.
We get abducted into interdimensional battle tournaments."
Raka laughed shakily.
"Bro, at this point...
Mending kita gas aja."
Without hesitation, Raka pressed Accept.
Iqiww shrugged dramatically and slammed his hand down on Accept too.
The bridge trembled.
The moons spun.
The stars below burst upward into spiraling towers of light.
The figure's mask shifted — forming a faint smile.
> "Contract established.
Welcome... to Genesis Arena."
---
In an instant, armor wrapped itself around Raka and Iqiww — light-forged suits tailored perfectly to their bodies.
Raka flexed his fingers, feeling power pulse through him — raw, unfiltered potential.
Iqiww spun once, admiring the gleaming sword strapped to his back.
Before either could say a word, the bridge split open ahead — revealing a sprawling battlefield.
Floating islands, shifting arenas, colossal statues — all bathed under the twin moons.
And at the center of it all...
An enormous gate, carved with ancient runes, pulsating with colors Raka couldn't even name.
The figure's voice echoed one last time:
> "Find your purpose.
Forge your legend.
Survive."
Then, with a final bow, the figure dissolved into mist.
---
Raka grinned, the thrill of adventure coursing through his veins again.
"Bro," he said, cracking his knuckles, "Round Two's about to be wild."
Iqiww smirked.
"Let's make some noise."
They sprinted toward the Gate — two warriors reborn, racing into a world with no limits, no rules...
Only endless possibilities.
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To Be Continued...