PAGE 1 — THE TOURNAMENT THAT SILENCED KINGDOMS
The Inter-Realm Arena awakens.
Not with cheers.
With containment seals activating across the horizon.
Floating platforms lock into place.Divine barriers descend like invisible oceans.The sky fractures into layered dimensions so battles do not destroy the planet—in theory.
Thirty participants stand at the registration hall.
Humans.Elves.Dwarves.Angels.Demi-gods.
Some radiate power openly.Some sharpen weapons nervously.
A dwarf named Bromrik squints at the sky and mutters,
"Last time they said 'safe arena,' my beard caught fire."
Beside him, elf archer Lyneth replies calmly,
"You were standing in lava."
"That's beside the point."
Laughter ripples briefly.
Then the divine observers arrive.
Indra takes his throne, lightning humming around him.
The Head of Angels stands silently.
The laughter dies.
Because everyone understands—
This tournament is not about victory.
It is about hierarchy.
PAGE 2 — THE BOY WHO SHOULD NOT BE HERE
Karna arrives last.
No aura.No escort.No announcement.
He simply walks.
The registration crystal glows faintly… then flickers.
The attendant, a nervous human clerk named Jorin, taps it.
"…Uh. Rank unreadable?"
Jorin laughs awkwardly.
"Happens sometimes! Probably a B-rank fluctuation!"
Bromrik leans over.
"Kid, if you're B-rank, I'm an elf."
Lyneth adds dryly,
"You don't have the ears."
Karna nods politely.
"Sorry."
The crystal stabilizes.
Registered.
High above, an angel tilts his head.
"That register should not accept blanks."
Another angel responds,
"…It just did."
Indra does not look pleased.
PAGE 3 — THE AMBUSH ON THE STEPS
As Karna descends the arena steps toward the waiting platform—
Aurex moves.
A blade of condensed light forms silently behind Karna's spine.
Angelic assassination technique.
Perfect angle.
No wasted motion.
Several angels widen their eyes.
Too late.
Karna stops the blade.
Two fingers.
Metal screams.
He does not turn.
Does not glare.
Does not threaten.
He simply releases the blade.
It clatters to the ground.
Karna continues walking.
Silence crashes across the arena.
Bromrik whispers,
"…Did that kid just scold an angel without looking?"
Lyneth responds,
"I believe the angel is being scolded by reality."
Aurex stands frozen.
Humiliation burns hotter than rage.
Indra's fingers tighten on his throne.
From that moment—
The tournament changes tone.
PAGE 4 — ROUND ONE: EVERYONE SHOWS THEIR TEETH
The first matches erupt simultaneously.
A human mage vaporizes half a platform—then collapses from mana shock.
A dwarf duo deploy rotating hammer-cores, pulverizing an angelic spear user.
Elf twins synchronize spell-casting so precisely the air itself fractures.
Crowds cheer.
Then fall silent.
Because Karna's match begins.
His opponent: Reth—the same loud human from the village, now armored and confident.
Reth grins.
"Didn't expect to see you here, kid."
Karna tilts his head.
"…Oh."
Reth charges.
Lightning-fast.
Full power.
Karna sidesteps.
One palm strike.
Reth flies off the platform.
He lands unconscious.
The match ends in three seconds.
A pause.
Then Bromrik bursts out laughing.
"THREE SECONDS! I'VE SEEN DRINKS LAST LONGER!"
Even some gods exchange glances.
This was not domination.
This was dismissal.
PAGE 5 — HEAVEN BEGINS TO WHISPER
As the round concludes, fear spreads quietly.
Not among common spectators.
Among kings.
Among angels.
Among divine observers who realize—
This boy is not climbing the hierarchy.
He is ignoring it.
An angel whispers,
"Should we stop this?"
The Head of Angels answers calmly,
"No. Observe."
Indra watches Karna carefully now.
Not with anger.
With calculation.
Below, Karna sits alone between rounds.
Bromrik offers him a drink.
"Kid, if you win this thing, buy me a tavern."
Karna thinks for a moment.
"…Okay."
Bromrik freezes.
"…Wait, really?"
Karna smiles faintly.
High above, unseen—
A divine barrier strengthens itself.
Not to protect the audience.
To protect the world.
Because heaven has begun to understand—
This tournament may not survive its finalist.
END OF EPISODE 4