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The debate had been going on for at least forty-five minutes and the group chat had escalated into a Discord call.
Cameras were on. Regret was setting in.
"Bro," Liam said slowly, rubbing his head, "you cannot be serious."
"I'm dead serious," Adam replied, leaning into his webcam like a politician about to declare war. "I am telling you.. Gojo solos most shonen verses."
From the other side of the call, Sam actually choked on his drink.
"Most?" he wheezed. "Most?!"
Adam raised a finger.
"Most."
Liam stared at him the way one stares at a man who just said something jail worthy.
"Okay," Liam said carefully. "Let's unpack this before I start disrespecting you, respectfully of course."
Adam smirked. He loved this part.
"You can't even touch him," Adam continued, warming up. "Infinity. Passive or automatic. You literally cannot hit him. Congratulations. Fight's over. Next."
Sam leaned closer to his mic. "You know what? Fine. I'll start easy. Goku."
Adam didn't even blink. "Can't touch him."
Liam burst out laughing. "You did NOT just say that."
"He can't," Adam insisted. "Infinity divides space infinitely. It's conceptual. It's not durability. It's spatial manipulation. Goku punches, and he's punching air forever."
Sam slapped his desk. "Goku literally breaks dimensions by powering up!"
"And?" Adam shot back instantly. "Still gotta cross space to hit him. Infinity says no."
Liam leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like he was asking God for patience.
"Okay," he said, pointing at the camera. "Let's assume Infinity blocks physical attacks. What about characters that don't attack physically?"
Adam crossed his arms. "Such as?"
"Reality warpers," Liam replied. "Characters that erase you. Rewrite you. Remove you conceptually. You think Infinity blocks existence erasure?"
Adam scoffed. "Gojo tanks it."
"HOW?!" Sam exploded.
"Reverse Cursed Technique. Regeneration. He'll just heal."
Liam leaned forward slowly. "Heal… from… being erased?"
Adam didn't hesitate. "Yes."
There was silence.
Then Sam's camera shook because he was laughing so hard.
"You're not real," he gasped. "You're actually not real."
Adam pointed at them both.
"I will die on this hill."
Liam narrowed his eyes. "You're already dying on it."
Adam leaned back smugly. "Name a verse. Go ahead."
Sam cracked his knuckles. "Bleach."
"Gojo wins."
"Explain."
"Infinity. Domain Expansion. Unlimited Void fries their brains."
Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. "You think Aizen is getting brain-fried?"
Adam shrugged. "If he gets caught, yes."
"He's literally transcendent and immune to most forms of hax."
"Doesn't matter."
Liam's jaw dropped. "Doesn't matter?!"
Adam leaned in, he was enjoying this.
"Unlimited Void overloads you with infinite information. Nobody is tanking that."
Sam leaned forward slowly, dangerously calm now. "Characters in Bleach fight in places where space and time don't even function normally."
Adam grinned.
"And yet… they still have brains."
Liam slapped his forehead.
Sam stared blankly at his screen.
"So your entire argument," he said slowly, "is 'Infinity GG'?"
"Yes."
Sam held his head in both hands.
Liam exhaled sharply.
"Alright. Let's scale properly. There are characters in fiction that can destroy universes. Multiverses. Infinite timelines. Characters who manipulate concepts like death, time, causality.."
"Gojo wins," Adam repeated, nodding confidently.
Liam's eye twitched.
"On what basis?"
Adam leaned so close to the camera that his face filled the screen.
"He's built different."
There was a full three seconds of silence.
Then Sam slammed his keyboard so hard his mic peaked.
"BUILT DIFFERENT IS NOT A SCALING METRIC!"
Adam laughed. "It is now."
Liam tried again, voice calmer now, too calm.
"Good. So if a character attacks by bending space itself? Or ignoring spatial distance entirely? Or existing on a higher dimensional axis?"
Adam paused for half a second.
"…Infinity."
Liam blinked slowly.
"You're not even listening.."
"I am. I'm just not agreeing."
Sam leaned toward his screen.
"You know what this is? This is bias."
"It's facts."
"It's favoritism!"
"It's enlightenment."
Liam started pacing in his room, headset still on.
"You cannot take a character from a relatively grounded verse and say he solos multiversal beings."
Adam shrugged.
"Watch me."
Liam stopped pacing.
Adam smirked.
There was a knock at Adam's door.
He ignored it.
Sam finally unmuted.
"Okay. Fine. You win."
Adam blinked. "What?"
"You win," Sam repeated. "Not because you're right. But because arguing with you is like punching Infinity."
Liam burst out laughing.
Adam grinned triumphantly.
"See? Conceded,"
"No," Liam corrected. "We surrendered for our own sanity."
Adam leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
"Gojo solos."
Liam looked at Sam.
Sam looked back.
In perfect sync, they both said:
"You need help."
Adam laughed.
The call ended.
Adam leaned back in his chair long after the Discord call ended.
His screen still glowed faintly with the frozen grid of disconnected profile pictures. Liam's last expression somewhere between disbelief and spiritual exhaustion, was permanently etched into Adam's memory. Sam's dramatic mute-and-head-in-hands combo? Legendary.
Adam snorted to himself.
"Oh that was fun."
He dragged both hands down his face, grinning like a villain who had just successfully triggered an entire fanbase.
He replayed it in his head.
He burst out laughing again.
There was something deeply satisfying about watching logic crumble in real time. The slow escalation. The voice cracks. The "bro please be serious." The pacing. The philosophical despair.
He stood up, stretching.
shaking his head in amusement.
He grabbed his jacket and phone. The room felt stuffy. He needed air. Needed to walk off the adrenaline rush of verbal combat.
As he stepped outside, the night air hit him cool and clean. The sky was deep navy.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, still smiling.
"They really thought I'd fold," he muttered. "Die on this hill, I said it."
He walked toward the main road near his neighborhood, still half-laughing under his breath. His mind replayed the debate like a highlight reel.
God, he loved being insufferable.
He reached the crosswalk at the main road. The street was unusually quiet. No cars. No pedestrians. No traffic. Just wind brushing faintly against metal poles.
He glanced left.
Empty.
Right.
Empty.
Weird.
Usually there was at least one late-night taxi or a random motorbike flying past.
He shrugged.
"Guess the world finally conceded too."
He stepped off the curb.
And that's when it happened.
A blaring horn exploded through the silence.
Headlights erupted from nowhere.
A massive truck materialized in front of him like it had spawned into existence mid-frame.
Adam's heart launched into his throat.
"WHAT THE?!"
The truck was already on him.
Too close.
Too fast.
He threw himself backward instinctively, stumbling hard onto the pavement as the truck roared past his face with inches to spare.
Wind whipped violently against him. The metal body thundered by. The horn kept blaring.
Then
It was gone.
The road was empty again.
Adam lay on the ground, chest heaving, palms scraping against asphalt.
"What the hell was that?!" he shouted into the empty street.
No engine noise fading.
No taillights.
Nothing.
He scrambled to his feet, spinning around wildly.
The road stretched empty in both directions.
The streetlights flickered once.
Twice.
Then stabilized.
Adam's breathing slowed, but something cold crept up his spine.
"That truck just… appeared.."
He walked into the middle of the road, turning in a slow circle.
No people.
No cars.
No sounds.
Even the dog he heard earlier had stopped barking.
Everything felt… wrong.
Like the world had muted itself.
"Okay," he muttered nervously. "Not funny."
His phone buzzed.
He jumped.
He yanked it out of his pocket.
No notification.
Battery: 0%.
It had been at 47% mere minutes ago.
He stared at the dead screen.
He looked around again.
The houses lining the street looked like props instead of homes.
He swallowed.
"Okay…"
A faint wind picked up.
He became aware of something else.
The street… was slightly sloped upward beyond the intersection.
A small grassy hill at the edge of the neighborhood park.
He hadn't really noticed it before.
It looked… closer now.
'Had it always been that close?'
He frowned.
His legs moved before he consciously decided to walk.
Each step toward the hill felt strangely light. Soundless.
The streetlights behind him flickered out one by one.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
Darkness swallowed the road behind him.
Adam stopped halfway up the grassy incline.
He looked back.
The neighborhood was gone.
Replaced by an endless stretch of black horizon.
His mouth went dry.
"…Okay, I'm hallucinating now.."
The wind howled suddenly, stronger now.
He staggered slightly, grass bending violently around him.
Above, the sky began to fracture.
Thin cracks of pale white light spread across the darkness overhead like shattered glass.
Adam's pulse pounded in his ears.
"Seriously, what the fuck is happening?!"
A distant rumble echoed.
He turned forward again
And the ground beneath him shifted.
The grass blackened.
The hill steepened unnaturally.
The wind roared.
He slipped.
His foot caught on loose soil.
He stumbled backward
And gravity betrayed him.
The hill dropped away sharply behind him, far steeper than it had any right to be.
Adam fell.
Hard.
Rolling down violently, hitting rock, dirt, something sharp.
Pain exploded through his ribs.
He tried to grab onto something, anything.
His fingers clawed at dead grass that crumbled in his grip.
He tumbled again.
And again.
Until
Crack.
His body slammed against a jagged stone near the base of the hill.
The world went white for a second.
Then red.
He lay there, staring upward.
The fractured sky loomed above, glowing through widening cracks.
Blood trickled warm along his head.
He tried to breathe.
It hurt.
Every inhale felt wrong.
"…No.. Way..." he whispered weakly.
He laughed once.
A small, disbelieving sound.
"I…"
Another shaky breath.
"Not like... this..."
The wind died instantly.
The cracks in the sky widened.
The world around him began dissolving at the edges grass fading into particles, the horizon unraveling into darkness.
Adam's vision blurred.
His thoughts slowed.
"At least…" he muttered faintly, almost amused even in death. "That truck missed…"
The last thing he felt wasn't fear.
It was absurdity.
A cosmic joke.
The universe had heard him.
'Die on this hill.'
And it had answered.
His consciousness slipped into black.
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