Tempokai

  Once upon a time, in the mystical nd of Fantasia, where heroes roamed and demons ruled, there lived a young d by the name of Fred. Fred was your typical everyday hero, complete with a shining sword, a brave heart, and an insatiable appetite for adventure. Little did he know that his most challenging quest was about to unfold, and it would involve something far more terrifying than any monster he had ever encountered - a call to dinner from his dear mother.Our hero found himself on the brink of glory as he stood outside the Demon King's foreboding castle, awaiting a battle he knew would make his name legendary. Unfortunately, the shrill sound of his mother's voice echoed through the nd, interrupting Fred's moment of triumph.

  "Frederick! Dinner is ready!"

  His mother called to Fred from the cozy cottage only a few hundred kilometers away, summoning him home as she did every evening.

  Fred's heart sank. The Demon King was within his grasp, victory dangling like a tantalizing carrot. But there was no way he could refuse the dinner call without incurring the wrath of his mother, who wielded the wooden spoon of ultimate power and took her family dinner seriously.

  But our brave hero was not one to give up so easily. He pondered, his mind racing like a hungry dragon searching for its next meal. And in that moment of desperate thought, a light bulb went on in his brain, the light bulb of wisdom.

  Speedrunning!

  Yes, he would speedrun the killing of the Demon King and make it to dinner in 30 minutes. What could possibly go wrong?Fred spurred himself into action. He sliced through the wind as he ran towards the castle. This was no ordinary sprint. He used every bug, glitch, and exploit he could think of, like back doors to enemy NPCs or extra-wide character sprites that allowed him to bypass obstacles that would otherwise have defeated him.

  Walls were phased through, gravity was defied, and enemies were skipped like unimportant side-quests.

  The bystanders, accustomed to the usual hero's journey of perseverance and struggle, were stunned. They gasped and whispered to each other, their eyes bulging like overly excited frogs.

  "Is he even human? What is that?"

  "It looks like he's glitching out."

  "I'm pretty sure that's not allowed."

  Meanwhile, Fred, feeling like a gaming legend, raced against the clock. He sshed through hordes of enemies without breaking a sweat, exploiting their weaknesses with his glitchy swings that took a thousand tries to master. He leaped over pits of doom, bypassed difficult puzzles, and even used his special ability to shorten the time it took to dodge each enemy projectile.

  With five minutes to go, Fred phased through the front door of the Demon King's throne room. He caught the Demon King off guard, and the Demon King did not like it one bit. He tried to summon his fiery sword, but it was too te. Fred, using the glitchy sequence of picking up and dropping his sword, overcharged it with the powerful attack, then attacked three times with the triple damage bonus. He was so fast, it was hard to see him in action.

  The Demon King fell to the ground dead, having no time to comprehend this unprecedented dispy of speedrunning madness.

  And just like that, the Demon King crumbled to the ground, defeated in an impressive speedrun time of 28 minutes and 54 seconds, after a goddess had come to congratute him. The cheers and appuse of the stunned onlookers filled the air, but our hero had no time to revel in his triumph. He had a dinner appointment to keep. Fred skipped the epilogue like a sigma male, and ran away.

  Fred gnced quickly at the countdown timer in the corner of his vision - it was ticking relentlessly. With a flick of his wrist, he executed the teleportation glitch involving a precise jumping on the teleportation magic circle while jumping backwards, hoping to save a precious minute. But as, fate had a cruel sense of humor. The glitch backfired, and instead of appearing gracefully in front of his mother's cottage, he found himself a mere kilometer away, far from his intended destination.

  Fred grunted. This was not good. He ran, trying to make the most of the agonizingly long minute he had left, but he wasn't fast enough.

  Finally, with the sands of time slipping away, Fred emerged from the forest of the starting vilge and sprinted toward his cottage.

  Breathless and disheveled, he burst through the door only to be greeted by his mother's icy stare.

  "You're te, Frederick," she said, tapping her foot impatiently.

  "But Mom," Fred panted, "I just defeated the Demon King! It was amazing!"

  "Well, I guess I can't punish you too harshly for being te for dinner. But you're still going to have to reheat your dinner in the microwave."

  And so our hero's quest for glory was cut short by the ultimate adversary - family dinner time. But deep down, Fred knew he had accomplished something extraordinary, even if his dinner did get a little cold. And as for the people of Fantasia, they would forever marvel at the hero who could sy the Demon King in less time than it took to make a pte of sagna.