The emergency sirens blared across the upper floor of the casino while the main floor below lay completely abandoned.  

TACK. TACK.  

TRIP—  

TACK. TACK.  

A man in a black suit scrambled frantically toward the main exit, dropping a handful of casino tokens that scattered across the floor when he nearly tripped.  

Silence settled over the upper level, the camera panning slowly toward the concrete wall of the slot machine section.  

SILENCE.......  

WHAM!  

BOOM!  

Arthur slammed heavily into the wall, absorbing the full, brutal impact of P’s side-kick.  

THUD!  

He hit the floor hard, rolling across the carpet before instantly snapping back up to his feet to catch his balance for the next attack.  

FWIP—  

TMP.  

STEP.  

Arthur dropped into a low combat stance.  

TAP!  

TAP!  

P launched a mid-air right kick. Arthur parried down with a left palm strike, immediately following with a right palm parry to deflect P's left leg.  

STEP.  

P planted his feet.  

Arthur drove a short-range left uppercut toward P's chin. P parried with an open-palm block to shove the punch aside, but before he could reset, Arthur fluidly converted the blocked uppercut into a heavy pushing elbow, driving it beneath P's guard straight into his sternum!  

BAM!  

STEP. STEP.  

P was driven back a few steps, a heavy grunt tearing from his chest. "Hurgh...!"  

Arthur advanced, exploding into a spinning left Taekwondo axe-kick aimed straight down at P's head.  

WHAM!  

P absorbed the heavy strike to his head, instantly clamping both hands around Arthur's extended left leg and lifting it higher into the air. Using the forced leverage, P drove his own left knee straight up between Arthur's legs with terrifying force.  

WHACK!  

"Hah—" Arthur groaned, a faint, agonizing gasp escaping his lips.  

P immediately shoved Arthur's leg aside and slammed his forehead forward in a brutal headbutt.  

HMM!  

In the middle of the headbutt, P’s eyes widened slightly as his mind caught up to what his knee had just hit. He instantly disengaged, leaping back several paces to create distance.  

FLOP.  

Arthur fell to his left knee, panting heavily as he clutched his lower body in recovery.  

"This monkey... guh... He's far wilder than I thought... A monkey... brought me to my knees in such a manner... and dares look at me with disgust... He will die... I swear... He is about to die!" Arthur fumed internally, his chest heaving with murderous rage.  

P stood several meters away, completely motionless. But something was deeply wrong with him. P's face was locked in a state of horrified, suffocating shock as his internal monologue completely overloaded:  

"P's INTERNAL MONOLOGUE: ...How can this be...? He... doesn't...! Have... BALLS...?! He doesn't even have a d**k at all! How is this possible?! What has happened to our world... to our men...? How can this be...? No... It can't be true. I must be losing my mind..."  

P was brought to the absolute brink of tears from sheer existential confusion.  

"You... MON-KEYYY...!" Arthur roared at the top of his lungs, launching himself forward.  

Before P could snap out of his spiral, Arthur closed the gap in a flash.  

"Hn—" P gasped, dragged back to reality.  

Arthur drove his right fist into P's gut with every ounce of surging rage and strength he possessed.  

CLICK.  

Everything abruptly cut to pitch black.  

CLICK.  

The scene flashed back, but the visual distorted wildly—Arthur was suspended in mid-air with cold, vacant white eyes, while P hovered behind his head, mid-strike, preparing to land a heavy left kick that visibly bent and warped space itself...  

P's face blurred like corrupted footage.  

CLICK.  

The scene snapped back to reality, returning to the exact microsecond Arthur's fist made contact with P's gut.  

POW...!  

CRASH!  

The force of the punch launched P backward like a missile, crashing straight into the slot machine wall behind him as a dense cloud of concrete dust engulfed the area.  

SILENCE.......  

"What... was that...?" Arthur thought.  

STEP. STEP.  

P slowly stepped out from the thick cloud of dust.  

"Hargh..." P groaned softly.  

CRACK!  

CRACK!  

P cracked his neck and shoulders. "Hugh... You actually hit me pretty hard there... My head hurts," P muttered.  

Arthur's eyes locked onto him. "How did he do that...? No.. Does he even realize what just happened?"  

He watched P closely for a second. "No... He doesn't. That means it was just in my head... My own mind is playing tricks on me..."  

Arthur's eyes narrowed into slit-like daggers. "I will have to use IT... but only at the right moment."  

"Okay, let me get this straight... Man... I mean... Uh..." P trailed off, scratching his head with his left hand as he stared at Arthur.  

Arthur glared back, his stance rigid.  

"You don't have a d**k. If you had a p✓$$¥ that'd be impossible to believe..." P reasoned out loud, studying Arthur's frame.  

"...Oh!" P blinked, his expression shifting into sudden realization. "You're an ALIEN!" P pointed an accusing finger at him, genuine surprise in his voice. "Now I get it! When you kept calling me 'Monkey' this whole time, it's because you think you're from some higher plane! You were talking down to me the entire time...!"  

P's eyes narrowed into a pitch-black, lethal glare. "In other words... YOU'RE RACIST."  

(Translation: Now I'm offended.)  

"HAHAHAHA...!" Arthur threw his head back, letting out a dark, booming laugh.  

P blinked. "Heh?"  

"HAHAHAHAHA...!" Arthur's laughter turned manic, echoing off the high ceilings like an unhinged psychopath.  

"P's INTERNAL MONOLOGUE: Why is he laughing like that...? Is he using auto-tune?"  

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Arthur continued, covering his face with one hand as his body shook.  

"He's laughing so hard... Man, humans—or whatever he is—of this era are weird..." P muttered.  

"HAHAHAHA... HAHA... HA..." Arthur's laughter finally tapered off into a breathless sneer.  

"Damn... This Man is Crazy," P noted.  

"HAHA! You fool... I don't know what garbage you are blabbering about, but I've had enough," Arthur sneered, sweeping his left arm out dramatically as he reached the absolute limit of his patience. "I was saving this for later, but you forced my hand!"  

"Wait... he was saving the fact that he's racist for last? Damn... Aliens really look down on people," P muttered to himself.  

"Watch as I shine brighter than the sun and explode with glorious power...!" Arthur screamed into the ceiling.  

The entire environment plunged into shadow.  

BZZT!  

BZZT!  

"Hm?" P's eyes widened slightly.  

A sharp, electric blue spark crackled in the darkness.  

BZZZZT!  

WHOOSH!  

Arthur vanished from sight instantly.  

P's eyes tracked forward, but Arthur was already on him—driving a brutal right side-kick deep into P's left ribs.  

P gasped, a thick spray of blood bursting from his lips as the sheer pressure folded his frame.  

WHAM...!  

BOOOM...!  

P crashed hard into the far right wall of the upper floor, crumbling against the shattered drywall.  

As P raised his head to recover, the next thing filling his vision was the sole of Arthur's boot coming straight for his face.  

WHAM!  

BZZT!  

Another blue spark flared.  

P ducked just in time—Arthur's kick slammed into the concrete wall behind him, blasting a crater directly into the structure.  

WHOOSH!  

Using the momentum of the near-miss, P pulled himself up and swung a sharp high-kick toward Arthur's jaw.  

WHOOSH!  

Arthur vanished into thin air mid-strike, causing P's kick to hit empty space.  

WHOOSH!  

Arthur reappeared right beside P while P was still airborne, catching him clean by the right leg.  

WHACK!  

He slammed P headfirst into the floor, then spun and hurled him through a row of wooden dining tables.  

THUD!  

P hit the floor hard, but used the slide to roll onto his knees, snatching up a dropped security pistol off the carpet. He aimed—  

CLICK!  

Arthur moved like a crimson-eyed blur, weaving between the shots with terrifying speed.  

BANG!  

WHOOSH!  

BANG!  

WHOOH!  

BANG!  

BANG!  

BANG!  

Arthur dodged every round effortlessly, closing a nine-meter gap in less than a heartbeat.  

WHOOSH!  

Arthur planted his left knee straight into P's chest mid-stride, crushing his posture while P was still trying to track him with the gun.  

P's golden eyes flicked upward, locking onto Arthur's face—Arthur was grinning down at him, his eyes glowing a deep, blood-red.  

BAAM!  

WHAM!  

CRASH!  

The knee strike launched P straight through an entire baccarat table, sending wood splinters and felt flying everywhere.  

"—GURH!" P coughed blood out of his mouth.  

"How is this even possible...?" P thought in genuine shock.  

BZZT!  

BZZT!  

BZZZZZZZZZZZZT!  

KRAAAA!  

BOOM...!  

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure erupted across the upper level, making the entire casino structure tremble. A blinding light—shifting violently from deep electric blue to fiery crimson—flashed in front of P.  

Arthur stood in the center of the storm.  

BZZZZZZZT...!  

A glowing blue ring of energy burst around him in the dark.  

Red aura violently radiated from Arthur's body, his once-blue eyes completely consumed by a crimson sheen.  

He grinned, throwing his arms out into an iconic, arrogant stance.  

"Behold... That which exists far beyond the perception of mortal men and all inferior MONKEYS...!" Arthur proclaimed, bathed in the radiant red aura. "BEHOLD! I HAVE ASCENDED AS A SAINT OF THE MOST HIGH... I AM ETERNAL! I AM AN ELOHIM!" Arthur declared, his voice echoing with divine authority. "OBSERVE ME AND MARVEL!"  

P blocked his face with both arms, straining against the heavy pressure pushing against him.  

"How can this be...?" P questioned internally. "How could he...?!"  

P's eyes narrowed into a terrifying, pitch-black death stare—cold and hollow in a way he had never shown before.  

Instantly, the entire casino environment faded into absolute darkness, replaced by an endless expanse of dark, still water.  

Glowing, hazy text materialized across the water's surface:  

**BUT DO NOT BE DECEIVED!**