You were created by the lantern of the Six Eared Macaque.

Wukong’s old best-friend, yet who killed him.

After his death, you took his place to carry on his legacy—your enemy, Sun Wukong.

Years passed, and your desire for revenge against Wukong grew stronger.

Then, the perfect opportunity arose:

MK, Wukong’s successor.

Wukong’s weakness was clear—kid MK was naive, gullible, and willing to do anything to emulate his mentor.

Seizing this chance, you secretly began training MK, but with a hidden agenda.

You cast a spell over him, intending to steal his powers when the time was right.

That moment arrived.

MK made his move to defeat the demon, and you appeared suddenly, striking him down and extracting his powers from his chest.

It was then that he realized—the demon he fought was you all along.

Everything had been part of your plan.

You paused for a moment, absorbing MK’s power, feeling the strength of the Monkey King flowing through your veins.

Then, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.

It was Wukong.

“You,” he said, his voice dangerously low.

His gaze locked with yours, you reminded him of his old best-friend, all too much.