"Yes, sir!" the general responded in a strong voice.

As the general ran off to prepare the troops, I gazed over the barren wasteland of Planet Doom, towards Anorak's Castle. I then remembered the last battle for the OASIS, when Sorrento was the head of the IOI, when I led a small group of the Wolff Pack. When the Cataclyst exploded, we were killed and had no choice but to return to the real world and watch Parzival use the three keys to become the head of the OASIS.

"Need some help?"

I heard a voice that snapped me out of my trance. It sounded familiar, yet mysterious.

"I-R0k?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"News all over the OASIS is that you and your old man are gonna have a throwdown. Figured I join."

"And let me guess. You're expecting a rather large paycheck, aren't you?"

I-Rok chuckled. "Of course."

"Fine. You'll be compensated after our victory. But you will follow my orders like my troops."

"Ughhh… I don't know. When I was with Sorrento, that didn't work out so well."

"Trust me, I'm nothing like Sorrento."

"Well, if you say so, kid."

I-Rok then left to prepare, and in his place arrived Mia.

"Logan, look at the castle." She passed me a pair of binoculars.

I scanned and saw the High Five tied down. Seems that my father not only died them down in the real world, but the OASIS as well.

"Why would he bother tying them up in the OASIS?" I asked.

"Probably because he wants them to watch us be destroyed before their very eyes," Mia said with a tone of disgust.

"Speak of the devil…" I said as I saw my father walk across the drawbridge. Behind him were battalions of Sixers, marching in formation so strongly that we could feel it in the ground.

"It's game time, Mia. Let's finish this shit."

I then marched forward, alone. Murmurs among the Wolff Pack could be heard.

"Ready to die, my failure of a son?" my father said in a confident manner.

"No, because I plan on living with my real family, and if I do go down, I'll drag you to hell with me."

I then equipped the Infinity Gauntlet from my inventory. The Infinity Stones within glowed brightly.

Then… snap.

The gauntlet turned into dust, along with half of my father's soldiers. Vehicles no longer manned began to crash and explode.

While my father looked shocked, I let out a bloodcurdling scream, and my Wolff Pack attacked.

Some charged with melee weapons. Some fired their guns. Others used vehicles and rode animals. Mia charged on top of an armored horse, firing a railgun, while I-R0k used his arm cannon to pick off Sixers below.

Up above, a B-24 bomber and a flight of Y-Wing bombers started attacking IOI forces. Salvos from the Wolff Fleet, including the Yamato, created tsunamis of fire, while green beams from the Death Star instantly incinerated enemy troops.

Eventually, both sides met, and the carnage seemed even worse than the first battle. Screaming, destroyed vehicles and players' loot scattered the battlefield in no time.

I threw one of my Pac Man grenades. Instantly, a large Pac Man emerged, swallowing several Sixers.

"Yes! Eat up!" I shouted before being knocked down from behind.

A Sixer pulled out a knife and thrusted downwards. I reached for Mjolnir and locked in. Straining, I struggled to fight the Sixer until I was able to kick him between the legs. Stunned due to the intense pain, he fell off, allowing me to electrocute him with Mjolnir.

After getting up, I activated my communicator in order to contact one of my commanders.

"Commander! Unleash our Titans!"

"Y-yes, sir!" the commander stammered.

Before long, a large cargo plane flew close to the ground. The rear hatch opened, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex from Jurassic Park leapt from the plane, creating a loud thud. Optimus and the Autobots followed, along with an Ultron and Godzilla.

The Tyrannosaur began devouring Sixers, while Godzilla stomped and burned them with his atomic breath. The Ultron scattered in ordered to cover more ground.

The Optimus Prime said, "Autobots, roll out!" and they transformed into vehicles, crashing into the enemy.

As time wore on, I realized it was too much. IOI was on the verge of overwhelming us. I ordered for all forces to retreat, while I advanced.

"Foolish child. You will pay," my father said.

"I didn't want to play all of my cards so early, but it looks like I have no choice."

I activated the artifact. The power was tremendous. I lost my arms and grew legs. A tail sprouted, along with a furry but muscular body. Fangs. Blood-red eyes. A ferocious snarl and a deafening howl. This was me. A true alpha of the Wolff Pack.

I sprinted forward and instantly clamped down and swung a Sixer like a rag doll. I lunged at another, tearing his throat out. Then another, and another, and another.

Finally, I reached my father. Face to face. Not as father and son. But as predator and prey.

The final showdown begins.