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Feeling his eyelids grow heavy as if made of lead, he gradually succumbed to the weight. He struggled to stay awake, to resist this helpless state, but each blink felt like he was sinking deeper into a heavy dream, slipping into an even darker abyss. He could sense the call of the light, a voice of hope, the deepest desire within him to rise again, to stand tall, yet his body refused to obey his will.
Sunan's voice echoed from afar, filled with urgency and concern. But to him, it sounded as if it came from another world—distant and vague. Each shout struck like a blow, attempting to pull him back from the edge of slumber. However, his consciousness was already ensnared in a whirlpool of darkness, unable to escape.
Deep within him, a voice called out, urging him not to give up. His brother was still fighting outside, battling for everyone's safety; he could not become an evader. Yet even this voice was gradually drowned by fatigue and despair. He felt his body had reached its limit; every cell screamed with exhaustion and pain, unable to bear any more burden.
Beneath the crumbling stones, his legs could barely support his massive frame; each step felt like a struggle against the pull of gravity. Just as he was about to kneel and surrender everything, a thunderous call suddenly resonated deep within him. This voice shook him to his core, piercing through his soul as it asked, "Do you want to continue like this? Always cowering in someone else's shadow, playing the powerless fool? Don't you want to become a true hero?"
This voice rang like a morning bell, stirring the courage and determination buried deep within him. Suddenly, strength surged beneath his feet; his hefty body felt resolute. In that moment, his gaze became exceptionally steadfast as if he could see the dawn of hope through the piled stones.
He took a deep breath and crushed all self-doubt, fear, and hesitation underfoot. He began to lift stone after stone with renewed vigor and determination. This was not merely a physical transformation but a significant awakening of his spirit. He was no longer the chubby clown who often relied on others for shelter; he would become the master of his fate and carve out a path for himself and his trapped companions.
As each stone was removed, the light grew stronger; with every breath he took, he felt more powerful. With each stone he moved aside, his resolve solidified further—this was his transformation from an overlooked minor character to a hero standing at the forefront of rescue efforts. In this dual battle of spirit and body, he was winning.
In the shadows beneath the stones, he suddenly trembled with energy as his roar echoed in the confined space. "Ah!!! Be a real man! Get lost already, stones!" Each word carried immense power and determination. His hands did not merely shift stones; they acted like those of a frenzied sculptor eagerly reshaping his destiny and environment.
Suddenly, an extraordinary magic erupted within him as if unlocking ancient martial arts secrets—an immense energy surged from within him, seemingly remaking his body in that moment. The power filled not just his arms and hands but spread through every vein and cell.
At that moment, he transcended ordinary limits and became Super God Tone. Sunan pressed against the cold rock nearby, witnessing this astonishing transformation with wide eyes filled with shock and disbelief. God Tone's hair floated upwards as if weightless under the influence of magic, dancing in the wind like pale blue flames burning in midair.
Sunan watched as the magical aura around God Tone intensified; this pale blue glow illuminated not only their surroundings but also sparked hope within Sunan's heart. Even in this dark and oppressive environment, God Tone's extraordinary strength and will brought them a glimmer of life. This was not just God Tone's metamorphosis but also a significant leap forward for everyone's survival.
In the confined pile of stones, God Tone moved like an awakened primal beast; each swing carried unimaginable power and speed. His hands darted swiftly among the rocks; every strike resonated with heavy impacts as debris scattered around them. In this moment, God Tone had completely surpassed human limits—his movements were not only rapid but explosively powerful; each action precisely sent stones flying away with tremendous force.
His body moved like a machine devoid of the concept of fatigue, driven solely by an inner force as he engaged in high-intensity activity. The movements of God Tone contained the essence of the cannonball technique from sumo wrestling, a skill he had learned while watching matches in the past. Now, he applied it to the life-and-death excavation with remarkable efficiency. Each swing of his arm sent large stones flying from the pile as if struck by an immense, invisible force.
With God Tone's relentless efforts, the light outside gradually brightened, as if the radiance of angels pierced through the dark gaps, illuminating this desolate space. The illumination made God Tone's figure appear even more magnificent, as if a deity had descended to earth, dispelling not only the physical darkness but also the fears and anxieties within his heart.
God Tone's eyes sparkled with an indomitable light; each strike was a challenge to fate. He was no longer the ordinary person who once stayed at home; he had transformed into an incredible hero in the eyes of many—a true warrior who used his own hands to clear a path for hope for everyone.
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