Chapter Three.

A lone figure made his way through the city. As he made his way past the lowly thieves and mutant monsters, he finally found a building he was looking for.

"So...I guess the kid who wants to save the world is in here, huh? We'll see if he's even strong enough to defeat me! This duel shall be another victory...and after he's shattered, I will save the world for the glory!" he yelled.

His red coat was blown around in the wind, revealing a black t-shirt with a the word 'Slayer' on it. Before he could walk inside however, a figure dropped behind him and drew his twin swords.

"Heh. I guess you overestimate your chances. The name is Joshua. You must have some important buisness if your here by yourself, or your working for S.P.I.K.E..." Joshua muutered

The other person laughed and drew two guns from his hands. His glasses shone brightly and he fired. The bullets simply rushed past him as Joshua created a wall of stone. With a simple push of his hand, the wall fell, landing on the opponent.

"Not bad..."

He retaliated using his gun as a club. Joshua took the hit and fell to the ground. His head was bleeding slowly. He moved his hand to the wound and was in a bad mood.

He started to let out a yell as he thrust out his arms and a golden aura surrounded him. He charged at the foe and he was thrown against the ground.

"Enough?"

The figure got to his feet and laughed.

"I guess you are worthy of beign the Ultimate Gamer after all, Joshua. I am Toxic. As you can see, I am a fighter who wants to free this planet. But, we may have some difficulty..." Toxic sighed.

"...Okay...Go on inside. There's somewhere you can rest..."

As Toxic walked inside, Joshua heard his voice.

"Hey! Who's this chick?!"

Joshua raced inside after him.

"No flirting!"

Toxic groaned.

Meanwhile...

"So, you think you can simply make me accept your offer?! You are a fool! You will find out why, I Veneon exist!"

With a simple, sloid movement, he drew his sword and slashed the guard in half. His blood dripped down the wall and an alarm sounded.

"(-). Might have company." Veneon sighed.

He ran out of the room and found guards rushing at him with guns. With a simple slash of his blade, a beam erupted from it, cleanly slicing them into pieces. Robbing thier bodies, he found a few Mega-Plasma guns and raced to his motor bike. He looked like Zack, out of Final Fantasy VII, but this was no game, and soon, he would realise an awful truth...