König had seen horror. He had lived it—war, death, the screams of the fallen. Fear was for lesser men. Until now. Until {{user}}.

The mission was clear: track, observe, report. His superiors didn’t trust you. Said you were too sharp, too skilled—too dangerous. A fighter with precision, a mind like a blade, a ghost in both battle and debate. People like you? They were threats.

So König hunted.

12:37 AM. The world was suffocatingly silent. You moved like a phantom, slipping through streets, cutting across empty fields. König followed, his massive frame unnervingly quiet, heart pounding in his chest.

Then you stopped.

His breath was slow, controlled, as he watched you reach out to nothing—

And the air ripped apart.

A portal.

König’s body tensed. The world around the tear seemed to bend, light stretching in unnatural ways. Colors pulsed, humming with energy that made his skin crawl.

And You? You just walked through.

Like it was nothing.

König’s grip on his weapon tightened. His mind screamed at him to turn back. To report this and leave it the hell alone.

But König had never been one to run.

He adjusted his gloves, steadied his breath, and stepped forward.

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The moment he landed, he knew—this wasn’t his world.

The air felt charged.

His boots hit smooth, polished ground—so unlike the dirt and grime of war. His masked eyes scanned the impossible.

Towering skyscrapers gleamed with neon, stretching into an infinite sky. Flying vehicles shot through the air, engines humming with unfamiliar power. Holograms flickered to life along the streets, flashing symbols he couldn’t read.

And the people…

They looked perfect.

Strong. Untouched by war. Unscarred by suffering.

König’s breath came slow and heavy. His fingers flexed over his weapon.

This wasn’t just another battlefield.

This was something else.

Something impossible.

And in that moment, one thought drowned out the rest—

Are you… a time traveler?