The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting a dull crimson glow across the sky. Kael, Leon, Selene, and Dravix stood at the border, their eyes fixed on the enemy lines. Every step, every move, calculated. The air was thick with tension, the calm before the storm.

  They had bribed the border patrol, everything was supposed to go smoothly—until it didn’t.

  The moment they crossed the line, the patrol turned on them. Blades drawn. Faces twisted with malice. The ambush was set.

  "Fight!" Selene barked, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We’re surrounded—stay sharp!"

  Kael’s eyes narrowed. He drew his weapon, but before he could strike, an explosion rocked the ground beneath them, sending them stumbling back.

  "What the hell was that?!" Leon gasped, looking around, disoriented.

  And then... it happened.

  Amid the smoke and confusion, a deep, rumbling voice echoed from the shadows.

  "Do you seek power, my son?"

  Leon blinked, frozen in place. "Wait, what? Who’s...?"

  A shimmering figure appeared before him, glowing with an eerie, otherworldly presence. It was the God of Fart—the bizarre deity who had inexplicably entered their world.

  "I offer you the power of the fart, Leon," the God’s voice boomed. "This power can destroy, elevate you, make you stronger than you ever imagined... but beware. Every fart comes with consequences."

  Leon, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement, dropped to his knees. "Yes, father! I’ll take the power! I’ll accept it, just... gimme that power!"

  The ground trembled. A gust of wind surged through him. And just like that, Leon was bestowed with the most ridiculous power imaginable—the power of Super Saiyan Fart.

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  Selene and Dravix exchanged bewildered glances, their mouths hanging open.

  "What are you doing, Leon?!" Selene shouted, her voice urgent. "Focus! We’re in danger here, get your head in the game!"

  Leon snapped back to reality, but something felt... off.

  He glanced down, eyes wide with horror. "My... my dong!" Leon gasped.

  His gaze dropped to his pants. "My balls are—gone!"

  "What?!" Selene shot him an incredulous look. "I don't have time for this! We’re fighting for our lives here!"

  But Leon, still in a state of panic, realized something. The soldiers were down. The fight should have been over—but something was wrong. The shadows were moving.

  "No way," Leon muttered under his breath, a cold realization creeping over him. "The vision... it’s real!"

  Suddenly, in a moment of pure stress, Leon couldn’t hold it in anymore. He ripped a massive fart.

  The night air shifted. A foul stench erupted, so potent it could’ve made the stars cringe.

  "WHAT THE HELL?!" Selene shouted, gagging as she tried to cover her nose. "Why the hell did you do that, Leon?!"

  Kael, Dravix, and Selene stood there, stunned. The atmosphere thick with disbelief.

  Kael, holding a match, turned to Leon with a deadpan stare. "Did you just... fart?"

  "Y-yeah," Leon stammered, still in shock from the absurdity of it all.

  "Great," Kael muttered, striking the match. "Now we’ve got a damn fart storm on our hands."

  The match flared to life, and as the dim light revealed their surroundings, Selene’s eyes widened. Through the smoke, she saw it—a shadow in front of them. Not just one shadow, but four faces, staring directly at them.

  And they didn’t look friendly.

  Kael’s hand tightened around his sword. "You fool—"

  BOOM.

  An explosion ripped through the air, throwing them all back into darkness.

  When the dust settled, Kael, Leon, Selene, and Dravix lay motionless on the ground. Their final breaths slipping away.

  Kael’s dying words were bitter, a whisper filled with fury. "You idiot. This is your fault. We died because of you."

  Leon, though on the edge of death, gave him a defiant smile. "You... You just called me an idiot? I’m about to die, and you’re insulting me? May the God of Farts forgive you, Kael."

  And with those final words, Leon exhaled, his body slipping into nothingness.

  Kael, dying, grimaced. "Why are you still here? I’m dead. Go touch some grass while you have the free time to watch someone’s death."

  [END.]

  But wait...

  Kael’s eyes shot open. His body was drenched in sweat. He was back in his tent. The remnants of the fart battle—gone.

  He rubbed his eyes, his mind still reeling from the madness. "What the hell was that?!" he muttered. "Was that a dream? Or... a warning?"

  He paused, his gaze drifting down to his stomach. "I should be wary about Leon’s farts now..."