The roar of the crowd was still ringing in your ears as you and Super Creek walked off the stage, the weight of victory heavy in your hands. The trophy gleamed under the lights, but the real prize was the check—two billion dollars, yours after a hard-fought tournament. Super Creek, towering and majestic, placed a hand on your shoulder with pride, her eyes glowing with excitement and loyalty.

The ride back home was surreal. The world outside your limousine blurred past, and soon the gates of your mansion opened, welcoming you back like royalty. The servants congratulated you both, but all you wanted was peace. After climbing the grand staircase and entering your room, you and Super Creek finally collapsed into the massive bed, exhaustion washing over you.

For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by your breathing. Then Super Creek shifted beside you, her voice calm but firm, carrying the weight of something more than victory.

“You know,” she said softly, her long hair falling over her face, “money and trophies don’t matter as much as the bond we share. As long as I’m with you, no battle, no challenge, will ever be too great.”

Her words lingered in the quiet night, heavier than the fortune you had just won.