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Henry and Eve walked side by side, heading toward the Flaxan city.
As they moved through the strange terrain, they couldn't help but notice the stark cultural differences around them.
"How are you feeling, Eve?" Henry asked gently.
"I'm fine now. My neck doesn't hurt as much anymore."
"That's good to hear."
When they stepped into the city, Henry noticed something unsettling—there were multiple alien races among the Flaxans, clearly enslaved. They wore tattered clothes, hands bound in chains.
Henry and Eve stood out immediately. Unlike the others, they wore clean clothes and moved freely—no chains, no signs of submission.
Henry hated the way people stared at them. The attention made his skin crawl.
They stopped in front of a tall Flaxan building.
"So… what now? Where do we even go?" Eve asked.
"We'll figure it out," Henry replied calmly.
They stood there, talking strategy, while dozens of Flaxans passed by.
Then, out of nowhere, a group of armed Flaxan soldiers emerged and blocked their path. The soldiers shouted something in their native language—neither Henry nor Eve could understand a word.
"I don't think they like us very much," Eve muttered, fists clenched, ready to fight.
Henry floated into the air in front of them. Some Flaxans looked surprised—others didn't even flinch.
"We can do this the easy way… or the hard way. Your call," Henry warned, slipping into a fighting stance.
The Flaxans clearly chose the hard way. They opened fire—hundreds of laser blasts lighting up the street.
Eve instantly threw up a shield—this level of attack was child's play for her.
Henry darted forward, blasting through the group with ease, knocking them out one by one.
Eventually, they moved on and found what looked like a local bar.
"Wait here. I won't be long," Henry told her, stepping inside.
"Don't leave me out here forever," Eve replied, folding her arms.
Inside, Flaxans were eating and drinking bizarre alien food that looked—frankly—disgusting. Other alien species worked as slaves, serving drinks and cleaning floors.
Henry approached the counter, drawing stares from all around.
Stopping in front of the barkeep, he asked, "Can you help me? I'm looking for someone who speaks my language."
The barkeep glanced around and burst out laughing, like he was putting on a show—"Hey everyone, check out the lost tourist!"
Henry sighed and walked out, irritation growing.
"Any luck?" Eve asked from outside.
"Nope…" he muttered.
"Let's keep moving. Sooner or later, we'll find someone who can help." Henry wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they started walking again.
Before they got far, Henry noticed something alarming—an army was approaching from both land and sky. At least 18,000 Flaxan troops.
Tanks, jets, armored soldiers, flying warships—it was a full-blown military response.
"They've been following us," Henry growled.
"Again?" Eve sighed.
"I'm done playing nice. I have to end this now," Henry said. "Wait for me up there," he pointed to the top of a nearby building.
"Fine… but don't take too long." Eve flew up and sat on the edge, watching from above.
The Flaxan army closed in.
A jet screamed overhead, firing missiles. Henry swatted one away—accidentally sending it crashing into the bar behind him.
(BOOM)
"…Oops," Henry said with a smirk.
Then he took off.
One by one, he ripped through the enemy ships, punching holes in their hulls, turning them into fireballs.
(Boom) (Boom)
Each movement sent another ship crashing down in flames. Henry didn't even feel guilty—they attacked first. If they died, that was on them.
In less than two minutes, the entire fleet was in ruins.
Next came the tanks.
Henry dove through their thick armor like it was cardboard, ripping through them one after another until nothing was left.
Only the foot soldiers remained. He didn't want to waste time with them.
Looking for a faster solution, Henry flew to the largest building nearby, grabbed its base, and tore it from the ground like it weighed nothing.
Then, with no hesitation, he hurled it down toward the city.
(BOOOOM)
The impact unleashed a shockwave of wind and energy, flattening everything within a wide radius.
Where once stood a pristine district of the city, now there was only ruin.
Shards of debris cut through the air like knives. It'd be a lie to say no civilians were hurt—but most of the casualties were Flaxan soldiers, and Henry didn't lose sleep over that.
Over half the army was wiped out in one move.
Those who survived were too injured to keep fighting.
From a distance, Henry spotted someone unusual with his super-vision—a well-dressed Flaxan, clearly a high-ranking officer, watching the battle from a heavily armored vehicle.
Henry flew straight toward him, ignoring every bullet, missile, and explosion along the way.
He reached the vehicle and ripped it open with his bare hands.
Nearby soldiers opened fire, trying to save their general. Nothing worked. Henry's skin was tougher than any weapon they had.
"So you're their leader?" Henry asked, grabbing him by the collar. "You're coming with me. From now on, your life is in my hands. And I've got demands."
Then, without turning, he grabbed another soldier's weapon and threw it hard enough to knock out half a squad.
Carrying the general, Henry flew back to Eve.
"Don't you think you overdid it?" she asked, arms crossed.
"I think I went too easy on them," he replied coldly. "They're not gonna learn any other way."
The general, dangling from Henry's hand, looked terrified—he couldn't understand a word of what was being said.
Henry sat down on the edge of the rooftop.
"What are you doing?" Eve asked.
"Waiting. They'll come for him. And when they do, we'll be ready—with demands."
"This won't work. They're not gonna forgive you just like that," Eve said, hands on her hips.
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One month later… Flaxan Dimension
Far from the city, a large house stood on a quiet hill.
Inside, two people were asleep in a king-size bed.
Eve was naked. So was Henry. He woke up first, watching her sleep peacefully beside him.
He got up, put on some expensive clothes—expensive by Flaxan standards—and made his way to the kitchen.
They'd been living here for about a month now.
For Henry, it was some of the best time of his life.
He spent every day with Eve. Their bond had grown stronger than ever. In this place, they had no one but each other.
Eve woke up, got dressed, and joined him in the kitchen. Henry was sitting with a book in hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked, settling into his lap and sipping his drink.
"Studying. Trying to learn the language. It's tough… really tough."
He wasn't lying. Flaxan was one of the hardest languages he'd ever encountered—even for him. Eve didn't even try. She knew it was a lost cause for her. That kind of mental grind was Henry's department.
"Why not give up and come back to bed?" she teased, wearing something thin and short…
Henry stared at her. His eyes clearly said, That's a great idea…
"I'm kidding," she said, ruining his hopes.
He let out a defeated sigh. "Even if I want to, I can't. I have a meeting."
"You have to go again? What do they want this time?" Eve asked, referring to the Flaxans.
Henry had made a "deal" with the Flaxans—after leveling their armies and destroying their weapons, they were more than willing to negotiate.
"They just want to pretend they're still in control," Henry said, amused.
He didn't use the general as a hostage. He did something more extreme—he broke their military and infrastructure until they had no choice but to agree to a ceasefire.
Soon after, the Flaxans sent a translator fluent in Earth languages. That's when real negotiations began.
Henry only asked for a few things: a good house, no interference for a few years, and someone to teach him the language.
They gave him everything he asked for.
They started calling him the Demon.
But Henry wasn't in a hurry to leave. He was training, exercising, reading, improving in every way he could.
The Flaxan dimension was perfect for that—it gave him all the time in the world.
"I'm heading out. Let me know if you need anything."
"Mhmm," Eve said, focused on practicing her powers on breakfast.
She had started training too. Sometimes they sparred for fun. She always lost—but she was getting better.
Henry gave her a quick kiss, then flew off—heading to meet someone.
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