YTSK II: Chapter XXXX

In Universe Date: 28 December 2021

At the bottom of the pacific ocean, in a small ventilation shift, a spider named Peter is sitting still. As he waits for food to enter his web, he can not begin to grasp the sheer magnitude and importance of the battle that is unfolding just outside of his doorstep.

Yan is overwhelmed with frustration and terror as she recoils at the survival of the biology textbook whose destruction she had so diligently masterminded. Yan's thoughts race back and forth between two possible choices: retreat from R'lyeh, or try to kill DH right here.

In either case, she feels she need to stall for time in order for the teleportation cooldown to pass and allow her more flexibility as the battle progresses. She speaks:

"Hey DH, wait! I was just a prank bro! I didn't me-". DH interrupts: "SHUT UP!", unwilling to play along with Yan's games. He enters kaio-ken x2 and sprints forward. With each step, he builds momentum, and then he channels it all into throwing the biology textbook at Yan with heightened speed and force. In order to maintain a safe distance, he avoids closing in with his own body any further, allowing the texbook to speed at Yan. However, before the textbook can make contact, Yan bounces it back at DH by shooting explosive bullets.

Yan thinks. "*Goddamnit, why won't he accept that it's a prank? That line worked the last time. Oh well.*" She then opens both her arm guns and starts shooting explosive bullets at DH. This serves two purposes: firstly, it will drain his ki energy. Secondly, the constant explosions on the forcefield will serve as a wall to prevent DH from throwing the biology textbook again - if he tries again, the recoil from the explosions will prevent the textbook from exiting the forcefield. After DH tries to throw the textbook again - only to have it bounced back at him immediately - he quickly realizes his predicament. He grits his teeth, realizing that Yan has cleverly boxed him in, but he’s not going to let her outsmart him. He has to think quickly if he’s going to get that textbook to her.

"*If I can’t throw it straight, I’ll throw it where she won’t expect it.*"

With a determined focus, DH charges up his Gekiretsu Madan technique. His aura flares as he unleashes a rapid barrage of yellow energy blasts, each one crackling with power. Instead of hurling them directly at Yan, he aims them to his right, away from the wall of explosions that blocks his path. The energy waves curve as they fly, spiraling around the perimeter of the forcefield before closing in on the biology textbook, pushing it along in a wide arc that avoids the explosions.

Yan’s eyes widen as she sees the textbook veering around her carefully constructed barrier. “Not so fast!” she hisses, quickly redirecting her arm guns to aim directly at the approaching book. Explosive bullets fly from her hands, colliding with DH’s ki blasts in a fierce mid-air struggle. The force of the explosions clashes against the yellow energy waves, creating a brilliant light show as the two forces battle for dominance.

DH’s heart pounds in his chest as he pours more energy into the Gekiretsu Madan, trying to overpower Yan’s bullets. But no matter how much he pushes, it’s not enough. The ki blasts are effective for creating a barrage, but they aren’t designed to deliver the crushing blow he needs. The explosive bullets continue to counter the textbook’s advance, keeping it from reaching Yan.

"*This isn’t working...*" DH thinks, frustration creeping in. He knows he needs to change tactics, and fast.

With a flick of his wrist, DH redirects the ki bullets. Instead of continuing their futile head-on assault, the yellow energy waves swing around the biology textbook, curving through the air like guided missiles. They shoot past the book and then circle back, creating a loop that yanks the textbook out of the explosive fray and sends it speeding back into DH’s hands.

The biology textbook thuds back into his grasp, and DH exhales sharply, sweat dripping down his face. He has it back, but now he has to figure out how to get it to Yan without falling into the same trap.

He glances at Yan, who is momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected retrieval. She scowls at him and resumes firing at his forcefield.

"*This time... I have to make it count*", DH thinks, steeling himself for the final push.

DH’s mind races as he formulates his next move. He knows he can’t afford to waste any more time in this stalemate with Yan. He needs to do something bold, something that will catch her off guard. With a surge of adrenaline, he shouts, “ZED, TAKE THE BIOLOGY TEXTBOOK!”

Zed, who has been watching the chaotic battle unfold, immediately snaps into action. He dashes forward, scooping up the indestructible textbook from DH’s hands without hesitation. As Zed holds it, DH draws his hands together, cupping them in the stance of the Kamehameha, his energy beginning to surge as he prepares to unleash the powerful beam.

“THROW IT IN FRONT OF ME!” DH orders, his voice ringing with urgency.

Zed doesn’t hesitate. With all his might, he hurls the biology textbook forward, sending it spinning through the air toward the space between DH and Yan. The moment the textbook is airborne, DH unleashes his Kamehameha, a brilliant blue beam of energy that tears through the air with a deafening roar.

The Kamehameha collides with Yan’s explosive bullets in a spectacular clash of energy. Explosions erupt in mid-air as the two forces meet, the relentless barrage of bullets slamming into the overwhelming force of DH’s beam. The biology textbook is caught in the middle, squeezed between the sheer power of the Kamehameha and the explosive barrage. The magic of the indestructible book holds strong, but the pressure is immense, the forces grinding against it like a relentless storm.

DH grits his teeth, pouring more and more of his energy into the Kamehameha. The progress is slow at first, the textbook barely inching forward as it is battered by the relentless explosions. The strain is immense, but DH knows he can’t let up. He has to get that book to Yan, no matter the cost.

Then, an idea flashes through his mind. If he’s going to push that book through, he needs every ounce of power he can muster. With a sharp breath, DH makes a split-second decision. He disables his forcefield, redirecting the energy he has been using to shield himself into the Kamehameha.

The effect is immediate. The Kamehameha intensifies, the beam growing in size and power as DH funnels every bit of his ki into the attack. The biology textbook begins to move faster now, cutting through the onslaught of explosive bullets like a knife through a watermelon. It is still a struggle, but now DH can feel the tide turning in his favor.

Yan's face contorts with determination as she realizes the current barrage of explosive bullets won't be enough to stop the relentless advance of the biology textbook. She quickly switches one of her arm weapons from bullets to missiles. The larger, more powerful projectiles scream through the air, detonating in a series of deafening blasts that push the textbook back toward DH. DH feels the textbook slow, then begin to move back toward him under the force of Yan's missiles.

Yan knows what she needs to do - stall for time. She carefully calibrates her attacks, using just enough power to keep the book at bay while conserving energy for when her teleportation cooldown expires. Her stronger weapons are held in reserve, ready to be unleashed only when necessary.

The struggle is intense, the air thick with the pressure of their clashing energies. DH knows Yan is trying to buy time, but he can’t allow her that luxury. With a roar of effort, DH pushes himself further, his muscles straining as he enters Kaio-Ken x4. A fiery red aura bursts around him, amplifying his power even further.

The Kamehameha surges in intensity, the beam widening and brightening as DH funnels the overwhelming energy into it. The biology textbook, now bathed in the blue light of the beam, begins its advance toward Yan once more, cutting through the barrage of missiles with terrifying force. DH can feel his body reaching its limits, but he presses on, determined to see this through.

Yan’s eyes narrow as she sees the textbook drawing closer again. “I WILL NEVER BE A MEMORY!” she screams, refusing to let DH gain the upper hand. She switches her other arm weapon to missiles, doubling the firepower she unleashes. The missiles collide with the textbook, pushing it back with renewed force.

“Yes! I can feel you slipping!” Yan taunts, her voice ringing with triumph as she senses DH’s struggle. She sees the strain in his movements, the toll the Kaio-Ken x4 is taking on his body. The textbook is once again forced back toward him, caught in the center of their epic battle, with neither side willing to yield.

As DH struggles against the relentless barrage of missiles and the overwhelming pressure of maintaining Kaio-Ken x4, the situation seems dire. His muscles burn, and his vision blurs from the strain. Yan’s taunting voice echoes in his ears, mocking his efforts as the biology textbook teeters on the brink of being pushed back to him once more.

But now, in the darkest moment of the battle, the air suddenly splits open with a thunderous roar. A blinding pillar of divine light descends from a tear in space, cutting through the stormy darkness of the battlefield. The divine light cuts through the chaos like a sword, its brilliance casting stark shadows across the lair. Yet, even as this celestial phenomenon unfolds, DH does not falter—his Kamehameha surges forward with unwavering resolve, clashing violently against Yan's arsenal.

Within the shadows of the lair, in a forgotten corner of the ventilation shaft, Peter feels the divine energy coursing through the air. The surge of divine energy sends shivers through Peter's tiny frame, causing him to scuttle to the edge of his web. For a moment, his instincts scream at him to hide, but the raw, electrifying power in the air draws him forward, as if he can sense the importance of the moment.

Yan, her smug confidence wavering, glances up at the sky, her focus momentarily divided. "*I have a bad feeling about this*", she thinks. A beam of radiant light descends with a roar, not stopping the battle but adding another layer of tension to the already fierce conflict. The light is so intense that even Yan’s dark heart skips a beat. She snarls, refocusing her efforts, trying to push DH back, but the divine energy is undeniable.

With a radiant, ethereal glow, Pleb emerges from the tear, clad in resplendent armor that shimmers with celestial energy. His wings, vast and magnificent, spread wide as he hovers above the battlefield, an angelic presence exuding both grace and overwhelming power. His eyes, now filled with a divine fury, lock onto Yan with unyielding determination.

“Yan Xishan!” he bellows, his words charged with divine power. “Your reign of terror ends today! I am Pleb, reborn by the will of Allah, and for you, I am the end and the death!”

The force of his declaration sends a shockwave rippling through the air, causing Yan to stagger back slightly. True fear flashes in her eyes as she realizes the magnitude of the opponent she now faces. Pleb’s presence is not just that of a man; it is of a divine warrior, a harbinger of her doom.

Pleb descends beside DH, his arrival reinvigorating DH’s resolve. The pain and exhaustion that grip DH’s body seem to fade in the presence of this celestial ally. The air around Pleb crackles with divine energy, and DH feels a surge of power emanating from him.

Pleb turns his gaze toards DH, his expression fierce and unwavering. “We will not fail,” he says, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “Zed!” Pleb calls out, his command cutting through the tension like a blade. “Join me! Together, we shall deliver the final blow!”

Zed, witnessing the angelic figure of Pleb and sensing the gravity of the moment, nods resolutely.

Pleb and Zed gather on opposite sides of Yan, who is now more focused than ever. The celestial light from Pleb's arrival still lingers, casting an ethereal glow over the battlefield. They know this is their moment, their one chance to turn the tide against the seemingly invincible demi-goddess.

"Allahu Akbar!" Pleb shouts.

"Deus Vult!" Zed roars in unison.

In a synchronized motion, Pleb activates his explosive belt—a divine instrument now, its power magnified by his angelic status. At the same time, Zed hurls the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, the legendary weapon he took with him for this very moment. The explosion from Pleb’s belt sends him back to Jannah, his sacrifice marking his final return to paradise, while the Holy Hand Grenade detonates with a brilliant, blinding light that shakes the very foundation of R'lyeh.

The force of the combined attack somewhat stuns Yan, creating an opening in her barrage of missiles and explosive bullets. Yan staggers, caught off guard by the sudden and overwhelming assault.

Exploiting the opening created by his allies, DH channels every last ounce of his strength into one final, desperate push with his Kamehameha. The blue energy beam surges forward with unprecedented force as DH pushes himself to the brink, his body straining under the immense pressure of Kaio-Ken x20. The energy tears through the air, illuminating the dark depths of R'lyeh as it speeds towards Yan, the indestructible biology textbook caught in its wake.

But just as the beam is about to reach her, Yan smirks, her confidence returning. She has stalled long enough. With a flicker of her power, she vanishes, teleporting out of harm’s way in the nick of time. The Kamehameha crashes into the far wall of the lair, obliterating everything in its path, but Yan is nowhere to be seen.

DH falls to his knees, utterly exhausted. His body trembles from the immense strain of Kaio-Ken x20, his energy reserves completely depleted. He gasps heavily, sweat pouring down his face as he struggles to remain conscious.

The dust begins to settle, and from the shadows, Yan's voice echoes through the chamber, laced with mocking triumph. “Oh, you poor little scrote. Did you really think you could defeat me so easily?” She steps forward, her body still intact, her eyes glowing with malicious intent. She raises her arm and begins firing explosive bullets at DH, the rapid bursts of energy smashing against his hastily conjured forcefield.

DH grits his teeth, his arms trembling as he struggles to maintain the forcefield. Each impact sends shockwaves through his weakened body, and it is clear that he is barely holding on.

As the relentless barrage of explosive bullets continues, the forcefield around DH flickers, showing signs of breaking under the strain. The strain is evident on DH’s face—his body is on the brink of collapse. Yet, as he struggles to maintain the forcefield, a voice breaks through the chaos.

"DH!" Jake shouts. "You can't give up now! We've come too far, and you're the only one who can stop her! Remember why you're here, why we're all here! Are you going to let Yan kill all bad videomappers? All *men?*"

DH winces, his left arm hanging limply by his side. "I... I’m exhausted," he gasps, barely able to muster the strength to speak. "My left arm... it’s completely broken. I can’t use it anymore." His voice is tinged with despair, the weight of his injuries and fatigue pressing down on him. "I lost this arm eight months ago, father. It’s been undertrained... it hasn’t even been an hour since I got it back, and now it’s useless."

But Jake isn’t about to let his son fall into despair. He can see the doubt creeping into DH’s mind, the fear that he might not be strong enough to finish the fight. Jake’s voice softens, yet it holds a steely resolve. "DH, listen to me. It may feel like Yan weakened you, but really, what's draining your strength is your own doubt. Just don’t listen to it, okay?"

DH’s breath hitches as he listens to his father’s words. Jake’s conviction begins to pierce through the fog of his exhaustion, reigniting the flicker of hope within him. He clenches his right fist, feeling the weight of the moment press down on him.

"Alright," DH mutters, his voice growing stronger with each word. "It’s all starting to become clear now, Dad." He looks up, his eyes burning with renewed determination. "I’ve got one arm left... but that’s all I need."

As DH gathers his remaining strength, his mind races with plans for his next move. He prepares to launch a final, desperate attack but is suddenly distracted by a nagging thought. "*Where’s the biology textbook?*" His eyes dart around the battlefield, searching for the crucial weapon.

Before he can fully comprehend the situation, DRM’s voice rings out through the chaos.

"YAN, LOOK BEHIND YOU! IT'S MIKU HATSUNE!"

Yan’s instincts override her caution. She can’t help herself, and instinctively turns her head, waving and cheerfully calling out, "Hello, Miku!" even though there is no one there.

In that crucial moment, DRM seizes the opportunity. With Yan distracted, DRM hurls the biology textbook with all his might, aiming directly at Yan’s exposed back.

The book soars through the air, and strikes Yan directly at the back of her head with a force that reverberates through the lair. For the first time, the air of invincibility she has exuded throughout the battle shatters. A piercing, blood-curdling scream erupts from her lips as she staggers forward, clutching the spot where the book has made contact. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! God-damnit!" Her voice, once filled with icy confidence and calculated malice, is now twisted with a mix of fury, disbelief, and overwhelming agony.

DH, his body trembling from the strain of the battle and the immense power he has channeled, watches the scene unfold with a mix of frustration and relief. Still panting heavily, he can’t resist a weary groan, "Oh, come on. DRM stole my kill." The words are almost lost in the cacophony of Yan's screams, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his face, the tension of the moment momentarily broken by the absurdity of it all.

The full extent of the textbook's power soon begins to manifest. Yan’s body, once impervious to nearly all forms of attack, begins to burn. It’s no ordinary fire that engulfs her; these flames are vibrant, otherworldly, their colors shifting and swirling in a mesmerizing, chaotic dance. Blues, reds, greens, purples—every color imaginable flares up around her, as if her very essence is being torn apart by the magical forces at play. The flames are not just burning her flesh; they are attacking her soul, inflicting relentless gender dysphoria and unraveling the threads of her existence with an excruciating slowness that only adds to her torment.

Zed, watching the flames with a mix of horror and disbelief, mutters, "Y'all, they made the god-damn fire gay…" His voice is tinged with dark humor, a morbid joke reflecting the surreal, almost grotesque spectacle unfolding before them. The multicolored flames dance around Yan, casting eerie reflections on the walls of the lair, as if mocking her with their rainbow hues.

The biology textbook, now having served its ultimate purpose, begins to crumble in the inferno it has unleashed. Its pages, once imbued with invulnerability, turn to ash and scatter into the flames, dissolving into nothingness. The textbook's destruction is a sign that its mission is complete, the powerful artifact no longer needed in a world where its sole reason for existence—Yan's demise—is now inevitable.

Yan, weakened and overwhelmed by the relentless assault on her very being, falls to her knees. The proud, terrifying figure she was moments before is now a shadow of her former self, her strength and energy rapidly draining as the flames consume her. The once-imposing demigoddess, who has wreaked havoc and terror for millennia, is reduced to a figure of pitiable suffering, the flames gnawing at her with an insatiable hunger.

The flames, however, do not simply devour her all at once. Due to her nature as a demigoddess, her demise is not swift. The magical fire that engulfs her slowly burns through her divine essence, taking its time as it methodically destroys her from the inside out. Each moment that passes feels like an eternity, the pain drawn out in a torturous fashion. Yan’s face contorts in anguish as she realizes the horror of her fate: her death will be slow, agonizing, and inescapable. For three excruciating minutes, she will be forced to endure the agony of having her soul shredded, the flames tearing through every fiber of her being until nothing remains.

The squad, still recovering from the intense battle, watches in a mixture of awe and horror as the spectacle unfolds. There is a grim satisfaction in knowing that the terror Yan has unleashed upon the world is finally coming to an end, but also a sobering realization of the sheer power it has taken to bring her down. The flames cast eerie, flickering shadows across their faces, illuminating the exhaustion etched into their features. The battle of R'lyeh has pushed each of them to their limits, and now, at last, the end is in sight.

The lair, once a symbol of Yan's power and dominion, is now a scene of her downfall. The multicolored flames dance and flicker, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. It is as if the very universe is bearing witness to the demise of a being who has defied it for so long. The squad remains silent, the weight of the moment pressing down on them, as Yan's screams continue to echo through the lair, growing weaker with each passing second.

Three minutes. That is all that remains of Yan Xishan's life, three agonizing minutes in which the once-mighty demigoddess will be consumed by the very power she once believed herself immune to. The battle is over, and the squad has won, but the final act is not yet complete. Yan Xishan has three minutes left to live, and in those three minutes, the world will witness the fall of a tyrant.

As Yan's screams of agony echo through the lair, DH, still catching his breath, mutters, “God-damnit DRM, I was about to do an epic one-handed Kamehameha as a last-ditch effort to kill her. I totally deserve that kill—like, I trained 23 hours and 45 minutes per day under Juq and got only 15 minutes of sleep. I was BORN for this battle. What has Yan even done to you, DRM? Like, I’ve actually been personally hurt by Yan, meanwhile you’re just some guy who happened to be here.”

DRM, standing with unsettling calm amidst the chaos, replies coolly, “Actually, I do have a grievance against Yan. She killed my daughter.”

DH, his frustration briefly giving way to confusion, asks, “What?”

Without a word, DRM walks over to the lifeless body of Orion. Nestled beside it is a small, undeveloped fetus. DRM picks it up gently, almost reverently. “This would’ve been DRM Junior.”

A look of sheer disgust crosses DH’s face as he processes what DRM is saying. “You’re kidding.”

“No,” DRM responds with a twisted grin. “I actually impregnated Orion, and this would’ve been my actual daughter.”

A cold silence fills the air, broken only by the distant crackling of the flames consuming Yan. DH, repulsed, forces himself to ask, “...why did Orion agree to have sex with you?”

DRM’s grin widens, and he pauses for a moment before answering, “He didn’t.”

The realization of what DRM has just confessed to hits DH like a ton of bricks. His expression twists into one of horror and rage. “Oh my god.”

DRM, seeming to relish in the shock he’s caused, adds with a sickening smirk, “I loved making him scream.”

“You absolute piece of shit,” DH spits, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.

“What can I say except you’re welcome?” DRM responds, his tone dripping with mockery.

DH clenches his fists, his knuckles white. “Oh, I know something you could say. What about ‘sorry’?”

DRM’s eyes gleam with cruel amusement as he replies, “Sorry, not sorry. There, I said it twice.”

Meanwhile, Yan, still alive but rapidly drawing closer to death, seethes with rage as she listens to DRM brag about his vile actions. Her body, engulfed in the multicolored flames that are tearing her apart, shakes with fury. Summoning the last remnants of her strength, she tries to stand up, her mind consumed by a single, burning desire—to kill DRM.

But her body, ravaged by the magical fire, is too weak to support her. Stumbling, she falls to her knees, blood dripping from her mouth. Her vision blurs, and she knows she doesn’t have much time left. In a final, desperate move, she teleports toward DRM, her hands outstretched to grab him. Her fingers brush against his skin, and in an instant, flames ignite on his body.

DRM screams in pain as the fire consumes him, his bravado vanishing in the face of the intense heat. But before the flames can do any real damage, DH acts. With a surge of adrenaline, he kicks DRM in the stomach with all his might, propelling him 30 meters away. The force of the kick extinguishes the flames, and DRM crashes to the ground, groaning in pain.

Yan, now even weaker than before, collapses to the floor. Her body convulses as she starts puking blood, the failed attack having drained the last of her energy. The flames continue to burn her from the inside out, accelerating her death. She has less than two minutes left to live, and all her cards have been played. There is nothing more she can do.

Meanwhile, DRM lies on the ground, clutching his stomach and moaning in pain. “Ugh, that hurt like hell. You didn’t have to kick me that hard, DH!”

DH, still seething with anger, approaches DRM with a cold look in his eyes. “You think that was bad? That was just a taste of what’s coming to you. I don’t care what you’ve done here today—you’re going to pay for what you did to Orion. I’ll make sure you rot in prison for the rest of your miserable life.”

As DH and DRM continue their heated exchange, the tension between them is palpable. But before the situation can escalate further, Jake interrupts with a firm voice. "Can you two shut up? I'm going to talk to Yan."

Without waiting for a response, Jake walks past them and approaches Yan, whose once-terrifying presence has been reduced to a pitiful, dying figure writhing in agony on the floor. The multicolored flames consuming her body flicker as her strength fades, and her eyes, once filled with fiery determination, now reflect the inevitability of her demise.

Yan’s breath comes in ragged gasps, her body barely able to respond. "Hnngg... Whhhaaaaaaaaatt... is it?" she croaks, her voice a faint shadow of its former self.

"Well, I was just thinking about what Zed said about your Tibet video. It's ironic, really. For all your bloodthirst over my inaccurate Tibet video—you yourself also fail to make one that's accurate. I guess, when it all comes down to it, we are all inaccurate videomappers. And, in the end, it is you who lies dead."

Yan’s eyes widen with a mixture of pain and fury, her body convulsing as she tries to respond. "Shut up!" she spits, blood dribbling from the corners of her mouth. "Well, I guess it's really over. I... have failed. You have guaranteed the status quo will go on. For a while longer at least. Patriarchy will continue as an institution. Women will continue to be oppressed, and inaccurate mappers will continue to go unpunished."

Her voice breaks as another wave of pain wracks her body, the fire now reaching her intestines. The biology textbook, the cursed weapon of her demise, is doing its work, tearing apart her soul with every passing second. The overwhelming stress of her gender dysphoria only exacerbates the torment she feels, and she knows her end is near.

With a final, desperate surge of energy, Yan lets out a guttural scream, her voice echoing through the lair like a death knell.

"I! HATE! MEN! SO... FUCKING... MUCH! I... HOPE... YOU... ALL... DIE... PAINFULLY!"

Blood gushes from her mouth in a final, violent spasm, and the flames that have been her undoing flare brightly one last time. As the cold grasp of death finally takes hold of her, the last thing Yan feels is a dark orgasm of pain writhing through her body.

The lair falls into a profound silence, the only sound breaking the stillness is the faint crackle of the multicolored flames that once consumed Yan Xishan. The once-feared demigoddess, whose power and wrath terrorized the squad and claimed so many lives, now lies motionless on the cold, stone floor. Her body, lifeless and charred beyond recognition, is a stark reminder of the battle that just unfolded. The vibrant flames that symbolized her fierce spirit flicker one last time before finally extinguishing, leaving behind only the darkened remnants of her form.

Jake, DH, DRM, and Zed stand silently, each of them processing the magnitude of what has just occurred, the weight of the moment settling on their shoulders like a heavy shroud. The air is thick with the lingering energy of battle, and their eyes remain fixed on Yan's fallen body, taking in the stark finality of it all. The lair, once a terrifying stronghold, now feels like a tomb—a resting place for both the wicked and the valiant.