To be honest, the World Forger had been given quite a shock.
In all his life, he had never been rendered so numb. You know, it was like believing your true opponents should be some super-enemies called the Monitor or Anti-Monitor, preparing yourself for a fight to the death, and then defeating them.
Then, just when you were planning to dust off your hands and leave, while taking in and enjoying the fruits of your victory, you suddenly discovered that the children's toy Buzz Lightyear you had used to distract the enemy had autonomously upgraded and transformed. It had actually become the main force fighting against you?
So you watched that damned little doll suddenly fly up from the ground. Its plastic arms and legs, which you had never cared about, suddenly became indestructible legs made of pure alloy. Its waist... its empty plastic arms were fitted with weapons, and even its round, slightly loose joints became its strongest support as it swung its fists at you.
The whole thing was absurd and hilarious, even giving you a strange, ridiculous feeling. Wait, no way. Was this guy seriously not joking?
But the pain of that heavy punch striking your face was frighteningly real.
All right, all right, you accepted it. Look, buddy, life was unpredictable, wasn't it? You had been intercepted by the Toyman you had created yourself.
You had planned to destroy him, but then, who knew when, this Toyman had suddenly gained a mountain of backing. You raised your hammer toward the toy, yet hesitated to strike. You couldn't hit this spot or that one, and you even had to risk being cut by him while carefully escorting this noble little princess you had created yourself back to the precious home you had created yourself. You couldn't hurt