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Lord of Entertainment C391 Lich
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 15:08:05 +0000 UTC(3rd Person POV)
Chaos erupted throughout Babylon Tower's secret corridors. Operatives desperately tried to apprehend the intruder, but couldn't even graze him.
Keanu, dressed in a pristine black suit as John Wick, moved like a caged beast finally unleashed. Guns, swords, enchanted weapons—nothing could touch him as he flowed through their defenses with lethal grace.
The invisible ghost cameramen captured every moment in stunning detail—John Wick running along walls, defying gravity itself, his movements a perfect blend of brutality and artistry.
"We can't stop him!" Some operatives finally recognized the hopeless gap in power and tried to flee. John Wick calmly drew his pistol and shot them in the legs with surgical precision.
It was like watching a wolf tear through sheep—methodical, efficient, merciless.
"Help us!" "Why is he doing this!?"
Their screams echoed off stone walls, but John Wick moved in perfect silence. Within minutes, bodies littered the corridors—some groaning in agony, others motionless, unconscious or worse.
He descended toward the true prize: the spacious underground chamber where the Skull Organization's leadership waited.
The stone floor was slick with moisture, his footsteps creating wet echoes that announced his approach like a death knell.
At the chamber's center stood the organization's elite: Fearless Eagle, Lady Fox, and the others, flanked by the three actors who remained perfectly in character.
"So you're the John Wick everyone's been whispering about," Fearless Eagle said, his eagle mask radiating supernatural menace. His ceremonial robes flowed around him like dark wings. "You've got impressive audacity."
"Even if you're some legendary assassin, you won't leave this place breathing," Smart Monkey cackled. His robes tore away as a simian tail emerged, his form shifting to something more primal and threatening.
True Devil's aura darkened the very air—depressive energy radiating from his growing horns as leathery wings unfurled from his back.
Lady Fox's claws extended with metallic scrapes, her eyes glowing fox-like through her mask's slits.
John Wick studied them with cold calculation. His guns seemed pitifully inadequate against such supernatural opponents. He dropped them with deliberate disdain and raised his fists like a bare-knuckle fighter.
"Barely ten of you," he observed with dark amusement.
"Hmm?" Fearless Eagle tilted his head curiously.
"You'll need more than that," John Wick said, his eyes gleaming with predatory confidence.
The leadership exchanged glances before erupting in unified laughter.
"Listen to this arrogance!" Smart Monkey wheezed with mirth.
"Does he think we're like those pathetic weaklings upstairs?" True Devil's mask twisted into a grotesque grin that mirrored his hidden expression.
"Don't make us laugh!" Lady Fox snarled. "You're just one mortal man! You may have butchered dozens of our operatives, but those were ants compared to us!"
John Wick's faint smile carried no warmth. "We'll see about that."
True Devil's patience finally snapped. He rushed forward with supernatural speed, appearing beside John in an instant, his voice a menacing whisper. "Enough talk. I'm eager to pound you into the ground!"
His muscles bulged unnaturally as demonic power coursed through them. His massive fist came hurtling toward John's face with bone-crushing force.
Keanu prepared to dodge, but Arthur's telepathic voice cut through his thoughts: "Take the hit."
Without hesitation, Keanu remained perfectly still. The devastating punch connected with thunderous impact, launching him backward across the stone floor. The sound echoed through the chamber like a cannon blast.
Keanu used his feet to control his slide, coming to a stop with practiced grace. Though completely unharmed, he groaned convincingly and manipulated his blood flow to produce a small trickle from his lip.
True Devil admired his handiwork with obvious satisfaction. Disturbingly, his mask began licking its lips independently—an unnatural movement that made everyone's skin crawl. When the mask spoke, its voice was different from True Devil's own.
"Fascinating. You survived that punch?" the mask commented with sinister curiosity.
'Is this still acting?' Clint wondered, his confidence shaken as he watched the supernatural display.
'That punch was completely real!' Shafel thought with growing alarm.
'What kind of situation have we stumbled into?' Rocky swallowed hard, his earlier suspicions about these not being actors now completely confirmed.
The three performers were starting to realize they might be in far deeper than any movie role.
Meanwhile, Arthur monitored the battle from his hotel room alongside the production crew. Multiple screens displayed different camera angles of the underground confrontation.
He had instructed Keanu not to retaliate because he wanted to build dramatic tension—making it appear that John Wick was outmatched and in genuine danger.
The crew watching the footage appeared stunned by True Devil's brutal assault.
"Was that punch actually real?" one crew member asked with concern.
Arthur shook his head dismissively. "No, just excellent special effects and choreography. Keanu made it look devastating, and that actor playing True Devil is a former martial artist who knows how to deliver convincing but safe stage combat." The lies flowed smoothly from his lips.
"Really?" A feline demon crew member looked impressed. "It appeared incredibly realistic! That actor should consider becoming a professional action star!"
"Absolutely," others agreed, their eyes glued to the monitors as the intensity escalated. They watched in fascination as John Wick faced what they believed were simply very dedicated method actors, completely unaware they were witnessing genuine supernatural combat.
Arthur smiled with satisfaction as he watched John Wick surrounded and taking a brutal beating. Finally deciding the scene had built enough tension, he sent his telepathic instruction: 'It's time. Fight back.'
The moment Keanu received the command, John Wick transformed completely. He began dodging attacks with fluid precision and launched his devastating counterassault.
His enemies were elite fighters from a secret organization, making the battlefield a scene of utter destruction. The ground cracked and overturned, stones flew like shrapnel, and the very air seemed to tear from the intensity of their combat.
Arthur quickly instructed the three actors: 'Leave now—act hesitant and frightened.'
He also directed several ghost cameramen to capture the actors' strategic retreat. Once they were safely away, John Wick escalated the fight to lethal levels.
He became a force of nature. Grabbing True Devil by the skull, he slammed the demon into the stone floor with bone-crushing force. Debris exploded in all directions.
A vicious kick sent Lady Fox flying across the chamber. When Smart Monkey tried to strike with his tail, John seized both the appendage and the creature's leg, then brutally tore the tail clean off.
"ARGH!" Smart Monkey's agonized scream echoed through the chamber before John tossed him aside like refuse.
John then turned toward Fearless Eagle. The leader attempted to escape on his massive wings, but John caught him mid-flight and wrapped his hand around the villain's throat.
Fearless Eagle hadn't achieved leadership through weakness. His eyes blazed with green energy as his eagle mask's beak opened wide, unleashing a concentrated ball of magical energy directly at John's face.
The spell exploded in toxic green smoke, forcing John to momentarily release his grip.
"Let's see you survive that," Fearless Eagle muttered with grim satisfaction.
But as the smoke cleared, John emerged completely unharmed and immediately seized Fearless Eagle's throat again.
"Impossible!" Fearless Eagle's eyes widened in terror. John showed no sign of damage whatsoever.
The grip tightened relentlessly. Fearless Eagle looked desperately toward his surviving comrades, only to find them equally helpless. Reality finally dawned on him.
"Why are you doing this?" he gasped. "We haven't wronged you..."
He had no idea this was all for a movie.
"Why?" John's smile was cold as winter. "Because you offended the wrong person."
"Is it... Arthur?" Fearless Eagle said, sudden understanding flickering in his eyes.
John's smile widened as he ended the leader's life with a decisive twist.
Lady Fox and the others witnessed their leader's death, but their expressions weren't grief—they were anticipation.
They exchanged knowing glances and smiled.
Why?
Because Fearless Eagle's death hadn't been mere defeat. In his final moments, he had sacrificed his life force and mana to summon something from another dimension.
The God of their organization.
The Great Lich.
Keanu sensed the unnatural aura surrounding Fearless Eagle's corpse. Massive amounts of mana were draining from the body, while a completely different energy signature began rising within it.
"Interesting," he murmured, his eyes sharpening with curiosity rather than concern.
The eagle mask cracked with sharp snaps before shattering completely. An ordinary man's face was revealed—but the skin, eyes, and flesh immediately began melting away until only bleached skull and bones remained.
Keanu's grip slipped from the skeletal neck as the transformation completed.
Suddenly, eerie green flames ignited within the empty eye sockets. The skull turned, surveying its surroundings before releasing bone-chilling laughter—part screech, part rumble.
"Magnificent! I have finally crossed into this realm!" The floating skeleton's voice carried ancient malice. "At last, I can claim this mortal world with my power! I shall grant them 'eternal life' by removing the burden of death itself!"
Its grandiose proclamation radiated the aura of a weak deity—powerful, but not overwhelmingly so.
"My Lord!" Lady Fox, Smart Monkey, and True Devil struggled to kneel before The Great Lich despite their injuries.
The Great Lich acknowledged them with casual attention. "Ah, my faithful pillars. You've finally provided a vessel for my manifestation?" It examined its skeletal hands with mild disappointment. "Serviceable, though hardly ideal quality."
"Forgive us, my lord!" Smart Monkey pressed his forehead to the ground. "This isn't the body we intended to prepare—Fearless Eagle sacrificed himself to summon you!"
The Great Lich fell silent, processing this information. "So I inhabit the corpse of my appointed leader." Surprisingly, it showed no anger at this development.
The three survivors quickly explained the circumstances that had led to their desperate summoning.
After listening briefly, The Great Lich's attention fixed on Keanu. "You're the mortal who drove my servants to such desperation. You must possess considerable skill."
Keanu's smile was cold and mocking. "Skill? I just killed your so-called 'elite' without breaking a sweat. And now you're so pathetic you need to crawl inside corpses to face me? That's not a god—that's a parasite."
The insult hung in the air like a challenge, the skeletal figure's green flames flickering with sudden intensity.
