Previously, Mighty Fighter was revealed to be none other than Tim after his battle against Rei.
Mighty Fighter who was thought to have joined Dark Void's side was Tim, the White Solar Warrior who was thought to be dead by sacrificing himself for Rei.
He is currently in a base with
Jeromy.
Jeromy is the same scary-looking man with good intentions.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing Tim with a sharp, unyielding gaze. His towering figure was intimidating - his battle-worn muscles, stern expression, and the long scar running down his jaw all added to his fierce appearance.
Yet... there was a mischievous spark in his eyes.
"You think she suspects?" Jeromy finally broke the silence, smirking.
Tim, still holding the broken mask in his hand, shook his head slowly.
"No... she doesn't know."
But the way Rei looked at him - that fleeting moment after the mask was torn off - haunted him.
As Tim clenched the broken mask, his thoughts drifted back - back to the day everything fell apart.
It all started after his devastating battle with Rei, where they both pushed their Solar and Lunar powers to their absolute limits. The planet they fought on was left scarred - a silent witness to their fierce clash.
Both Tim and Rei were broken - physically and emotionally - but in the end, Tim, wounded and barely conscious, sacrificed himself to save Rei from Dark Void.
As she escaped, Tim collapsed into darkness.
But death didn't take him.
His body, broken and lifeless, was floating through deep space-until he was discovered by Doctor Aron, the greatest healer in the Celestic Justice Organization.
Tim awoke days later - barely alive - in a dimly lit room filled with strange yet comforting warmth.
Standing over him was Dr. Aron - known across the galaxy as the greatest Celestic doctor.
His equipments radiated a soft, ethereal light as he slowly healed Tim's broken ribs, torn muscles, and fractured bones.
Tim's Solar core - once on the brink of collapse - was stabilized by Aron's expert use of Celestic medical techniques, a rare fusion of ancient healing arts and advanced technology.
"You're lucky," Aron said calmly. "Another hour, and not even I could've saved you."
Tim could only groan in response, his body too shattered to speak.
_ _ _
After weeks of grueling recovery, Tim was strong enough to stand - though his body still ached.
That's when Jeromy entered his life.
Jeromy, a former Celestic Tournament Champion and legendary warrior, was an imposing figure - both in strength and personality.
He first met Tim by punching him in the gut.
"What kind of Warrior lets himself get beat to a pulp by a woman?" Jeromy teased, grinning.
Tim coughed, doubling over. "She's not just a woman," he muttered.
Jeromy burst into laughter - the sound booming through the small room.
But behind the rough exterior, Jeromy saw Tim's potential.
"If you're serious about getting stronger," Jeromy said, his voice turning serious, "you'll train under me."
Tim, still clutching his stomach, barely managed to respond: "Do I have a choice?"
Jeromy smirked. "Nope."
Tim's training under Jeromy was brutal - far more intense than anything he experienced with Heatsun.
Where Heatsun was focused on discipline and structure - Jeromy was unpredictable, wild, and unforgiving.
He would throw boulders at Tim to test his reflexes.
Make him run for miles on molten terrain - just to build endurance.
Force Tim into hand-to-hand combat daily - where he usually lost.
And every time Tim slacked off - which was often - Jeromy would deliver a playful slap on Tim's back.
Except... Jeromy's playful slaps were anything but soft.
Each one sent Tim flying across the training field.
"That's for getting lazy, man!" Jeromy would laugh.
Tim, buried under a pile of rocks, groaned: "I miss Heatsun..."
But despite his complaints, Tim was improving. His raw Solar energy, combined with Jeromy's relentless training methods, began to shape him into something more than just a warrior.
After months of harsh training, Jeromy dropped a bombshell:
"We're entering the Celestic Tournament."
Tim blinked. "Wait - we?"
Jeromy grinned. "Nah, just you."
The Celestic Tournament was a legendary competition - gathering the strongest fighters from across the galaxy.
Tim, still sore from training, gulped. "Oh great... I'm dead."
But Jeromy wasn't playing around. This wasn't just about fighting - it was about pushing Tim to the limit.
"You wanna face Dark Void's commanders?" Jeromy said. "Then prove you can handle this first."
Tim fought:
Vortex the Hurricane King - a speed-based warrior who could summon gale-force winds.
Steeljaw - a brute who fought with impenetrable metallic armor.
Aquadrown's younger brother, Torran - a water warrior with fierce elemental attacks.
Nova - a Solar man almost as strong as Tim himself.
The battles were grueling - each opponent pushing Tim to new heights.
But with Jeromy shouting from the sidelines - and the occasional painful slap to the back whenever Tim got cocky - he fought his way to the final match.
The final battle was against Crimzon the Destroyer - a monstrous fighter, rumored to have once served Dark Void.
The fight was brutal - with Tim teetering on the edge of defeat.
But in the final moments, Tim unleashed a new move - a fusion of Solar Energy combined with combat skills he learnt from Jeromy's intense training and barely won by a single strike.
The crowd roared.
Tim was crowned Celestic Tournament Champion.
After his victory, Tim didn't celebrate long.
Jeromy revealed his true purpose - he wasn't just a former champion - he was the leader of a secret resistance organization against Dark Void.
The resistance worked in the shadows, sabotaging Dark Void's plans, gathering intel, and recruiting strong warriors.
And now - Tim became there major ally.
Determined to get closer to Dark Void and learn the truth about his army, Tim devised a risky plan:
Infiltrate the base as "Mighty Fighter" - wearing a mask to hide his identity.
Jeromy approved, though not without sarcasm:
"Hope that mask hides your stupidity too."
Tim just smirked.
Back to the Present
In the dark base, Tim ran a hand through his white hair - his mind heavy with the memories of his journey.
Jeromy watched him closely.
"So," Jeromy said, leaning forward. "What's next?"
Tim clenched the broken mask in his fist.
His voice was calm - but firm:
"I will gather more intel, weaken Dark Void's forces from the inside as much as possible."
After saying that Tim's face, usually a mix of mischief and overconfidence, was marked by a rare seriousness.
Jeromy leaned back, arms crossed. "So... why didn't you show your face to Rei?"
Tim exhaled slowly. "Because of what Dark Void told me."
Jeromy's playful smirk faded. "What did he say?"
Tim's voice dropped, almost a whisper. "He told me that if I failed to beat Rei... he'd bring out his chief-commanders."
Jeromy's jaw tightened. "Chief-commanders?"
Tim nodded. "They're not like the regular commanders we've faced - not like Robokamen, Aquadrown, or Sunburn. These guys... they're on another level. Dark Void made it clear - they're far more powerful, more ruthless."
Jeromy muttered a curse under his breath. "And you think they'll be after Rei now?"
"Not think," Tim corrected. "I know."
But before Tim could make his next move, Dark Void had already acted.
After Mighty Fighter's disappearance, Dark Void wasn't pleased. His commanders had failed, and now his strongest new recruit had vanished.
But he wasn't worried.
He had already summoned one of his Chief-Commanders.
Cannibal Deadbeat.
A name that made even Dark Void's own troops tremble.
This monstrous warrior was a demonic gladiator known across the universe for his brutality. He didn't just kill his enemies-he devoured them.
As soon as Tim returned to Dark Void's base as Mighty Fighter to maintain his cover, he heard the terrifying news.
Cannibal Deadbeat had already arrived.
Tim's body tensed. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for.
But Dark Void, with a sinister grin, noticed Mighty Fighter's concern.
Tim knew he had to act fast.
So, he rushed back to Dark Void's base. His heart pounded - not from fear for himself - but for Rei.
The moment he entered the dark halls, Dark Void's piercing gaze fell upon him.
"Ah... Mighty Fighter," Dark Void said, his voice smooth yet dangerous. "Running off without permission... disappointing."
Tim bowed his head slightly, keeping his voice steady. "I thought it was best to gather more information about Rei."
Dark Void chuckled softly. "Is that so?"
Before Tim could respond, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from behind Dark Void.
Emerging from the shadows was Cannibal Deadbeat.
Tim's blood ran cold.
The aura around Deadbeat was suffocating - like standing next to a black hole, his mere presence a swirling mass of violence and hunger.
"He's... stronger than I expected," Tim thought, his mind racing.
Dark Void's smile darkened. "Deadbeat will succeed where you failed. He'll break Rei. Tear her apart."
Tim gritted his teeth but forced himself to stay composed.
"I'll get her next time," Tim said firmly. "I underestimated her."
Dark Void chuckled again, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "Next time?" He leaned forward, his voice a whisper. "Deadbeat doesn't leave next times."
Deadbeat's grin widened at that, his blackened fingers twitching as though itching for violence.
But Tim didn't back down.
"Let me stay," he insisted. "If more chief-commanders are coming, I can fight alongside them. Learn their strengths. Find Rei's weakness."
Dark Void studied Tim for a long moment - his gaze like ice, his thoughts unreadable.
Then, finally -
"Fine."
Tim's heart thudded in his chest, but he didn't let his relief show.
Dark Void's voice was a sinister purr. "But fail me again... and I'll let Deadbeat test his skills on you."
Deadbeat chuckled softly, a sound like grinding bones. "I'd enjoy that."
With a confident smirk, Tim crossed his arms and replied, "Good. I'll get to see if he's truly worthy of serving under me."
Dark Void laughed. "I like your spirit. But trust me... you'll soon understand the difference in power."
Even though he managed to stay in Dark Void's good graces, Tim knew he had to act fast.
He wasn't ready to reveal himself yet.
If he revealed himself too early, Dark Void would summon the rest immediately, and they would crush him and Rei.
He needed to wait... to surprise Dark Void at the perfect moment.
With that thought, Tim stayed in the enemy's ranks, waiting for the ultimate moment to turn the tide of battle.
Dark Void, amused by Mighty Fighter's curiosity about Deadbeat smirked.
"Allow me to demonstrate why Deadbeat is the true monster here."
He snapped his fingers, and a cage was brought forth.
Inside, a group of prisoners-former warriors who had opposed Dark Void-trembled in fear.
Dark Void turned to Deadbeat.
"Entertain us."
Deadbeat let out a deep, guttural chuckle before stepping forward.
Without hesitation, he slaughtered them one by one.
But he didn't kill them immediately.
He severely injured them first, taking his time to enjoy their suffering.
As they screamed in agony, he grabbed one of them, lifted him into the air-
-and took a bite out of his flesh.
Tim clenched his fists. His body was screaming to stop this.
But he forced himself to stay still.
Dark Void grinned. "You see, Mighty Fighter? This is what true terror looks like."
Tim exhaled slowly.
"This thing... it's stronger than me."
Tim gritted his teeth, his heart pounding after sensing it's power.
If he felt this way, then Rei...
She had no chance.
Dark Void, lounging on his throne, smirked as he saw the tension in the room.
"You seem troubled, Mighty Fighter."
Tim didn't respond. He simply observed.
Dark Void continued.
"Toxica, Hellfire, and Aquadrown were merely distractions. But this? This is my real power. This is Cannibal Deadbeat."
The monstrous warrior slowly cracked his massive, clawed fingers, his grotesque smile widening.
"I don't just kill my enemies."
His voice was deep, inhuman.
"I feast on them."
Tim clenched his fists.
Meanwhile, back on Soluna, Rei stood alone, gazing at the sky.
Ever since her fight with Mighty Fighter, something had been nagging at her.
Something familiar about him.
The way he moved.
The way he spoke.
The way he fought.
She shook her head. "Who are you...?"
And why did she feel so unsatisfied with her victory?
Little did she know, the greatest battle of her life was about to begin.
Because Deadbeat had finally arrived.
"So," Deadbeat growled, his voice rumbling like distant thunder, "who am I devouring first?"
Dark Void chuckled, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of his throne.
"Patience," he said, his grin widening. "Rei, the Black Lunar Warrior."
Tim, masked as Mighty Fighter, kept his expression neutral, but inside, his mind was racing.
"Rei... if you face him alone, you'll..."
He didn't finish the thought. He couldn't.
Deadbeat's strength was leagues beyond the other commanders - Tim could feel it in his bones. Every instinct told him this was no ordinary opponent.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing Tim with a sharp, unyielding gaze. His towering figure was intimidating - his battle-worn muscles, stern expression, and the long scar running down his jaw all added to his fierce appearance.
Yet... there was a mischievous spark in his eyes.
"You think she suspects?" Jeromy finally broke the silence, smirking.
Tim, still holding the broken mask in his hand, shook his head slowly.
"No... she doesn't know."
But the way Rei looked at him - that fleeting moment after the mask was torn off - haunted him.
As Tim clenched the broken mask, his thoughts drifted back - back to the day everything fell apart.
It all started after his devastating battle with Rei, where they both pushed their Solar and Lunar powers to their absolute limits. The planet they fought on was left scarred - a silent witness to their fierce clash.
Both Tim and Rei were broken - physically and emotionally - but in the end, Tim, wounded and barely conscious, sacrificed himself to save Rei from Dark Void.
As she escaped, Tim collapsed into darkness.
But death didn't take him.
His body, broken and lifeless, was floating through deep space-until he was discovered by Doctor Aron, the greatest healer in the Celestic Justice Organization.
Tim awoke days later - barely alive - in a dimly lit room filled with strange yet comforting warmth.
Standing over him was Dr. Aron - known across the galaxy as the greatest Celestic doctor.
His equipments radiated a soft, ethereal light as he slowly healed Tim's broken ribs, torn muscles, and fractured bones.
Tim's Solar core - once on the brink of collapse - was stabilized by Aron's expert use of Celestic medical techniques, a rare fusion of ancient healing arts and advanced technology.
"You're lucky," Aron said calmly. "Another hour, and not even I could've saved you."
Tim could only groan in response, his body too shattered to speak.
_ _ _
After weeks of grueling recovery, Tim was strong enough to stand - though his body still ached.
That's when Jeromy entered his life.
Jeromy, a former Celestic Tournament Champion and legendary warrior, was an imposing figure - both in strength and personality.
He first met Tim by punching him in the gut.
"What kind of Warrior lets himself get beat to a pulp by a woman?" Jeromy teased, grinning.
Tim coughed, doubling over. "She's not just a woman," he muttered.
Jeromy burst into laughter - the sound booming through the small room.
But behind the rough exterior, Jeromy saw Tim's potential.
"If you're serious about getting stronger," Jeromy said, his voice turning serious, "you'll train under me."
Tim, still clutching his stomach, barely managed to respond: "Do I have a choice?"
Jeromy smirked. "Nope."
Tim's training under Jeromy was brutal - far more intense than anything he experienced with Heatsun.
Where Heatsun was focused on discipline and structure - Jeromy was unpredictable, wild, and unforgiving.
He would throw boulders at Tim to test his reflexes.
Make him run for miles on molten terrain - just to build endurance.
Force Tim into hand-to-hand combat daily - where he usually lost.
And every time Tim slacked off - which was often - Jeromy would deliver a playful slap on Tim's back.
Except... Jeromy's playful slaps were anything but soft.
Each one sent Tim flying across the training field.
"That's for getting lazy, man!" Jeromy would laugh.
Tim, buried under a pile of rocks, groaned: "I miss Heatsun..."
But despite his complaints, Tim was improving. His raw Solar energy, combined with Jeromy's relentless training methods, began to shape him into something more than just a warrior.
After months of harsh training, Jeromy dropped a bombshell:
"We're entering the Celestic Tournament."
Tim blinked. "Wait - we?"
Jeromy grinned. "Nah, just you."
The Celestic Tournament was a legendary competition - gathering the strongest fighters from across the galaxy.
Tim, still sore from training, gulped. "Oh great... I'm dead."
But Jeromy wasn't playing around. This wasn't just about fighting - it was about pushing Tim to the limit.
"You wanna face Dark Void's commanders?" Jeromy said. "Then prove you can handle this first."
Tim fought:
Vortex the Hurricane King - a speed-based warrior who could summon gale-force winds.
Steeljaw - a brute who fought with impenetrable metallic armor.
Aquadrown's younger brother, Torran - a water warrior with fierce elemental attacks.
Nova - a Solar man almost as strong as Tim himself.
The battles were grueling - each opponent pushing Tim to new heights.
But with Jeromy shouting from the sidelines - and the occasional painful slap to the back whenever Tim got cocky - he fought his way to the final match.
The final battle was against Crimzon the Destroyer - a monstrous fighter, rumored to have once served Dark Void.
The fight was brutal - with Tim teetering on the edge of defeat.
But in the final moments, Tim unleashed a new move - a fusion of Solar Energy combined with combat skills he learnt from Jeromy's intense training and barely won by a single strike.
The crowd roared.
Tim was crowned Celestic Tournament Champion.
After his victory, Tim didn't celebrate long.
Jeromy revealed his true purpose - he wasn't just a former champion - he was the leader of a secret resistance organization against Dark Void.
The resistance worked in the shadows, sabotaging Dark Void's plans, gathering intel, and recruiting strong warriors.
And now - Tim became there major ally.
Determined to get closer to Dark Void and learn the truth about his army, Tim devised a risky plan:
Infiltrate the base as "Mighty Fighter" - wearing a mask to hide his identity.
Jeromy approved, though not without sarcasm:
"Hope that mask hides your stupidity too."
Tim just smirked.