Online Vendetta: Hiroki Sato (Volume 1)

Hiroki Sato was a highly skilled and competitive gamer who devoted countless hours to honing his abilities in various online games. Despite his exceptional talent, Hiroki was also known for his fiery temper and inability to handle trash-talk or taunts from opponents. His frustration grew, and he found himself seeking a way to confront these online adversaries in person. He was searching it up on his browser, any way to confront these gamers, he didn't just want to take down their internet, he wasn't interested in that, he wanted to beat the absolute shit out of them. This quest led him to discover the mysterious and exclusive third-party software, TelePunch.

Hiroki Sato had just endured another night of virtual taunting, his frustration reaching a boiling point. Exasperated, he slumped back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling through his browser, searching for anything to take his mind off the heated gaming session he had just experienced.

As he skimmed through a gaming forum, a peculiar advertisement caught his eye: "You have been invited to TelePunch! TelePunch: The Ultimate Solution for Settling Online Disputes." Intrigued, Hiroki clicked on the ad, half-expecting it to be a gimmick or a joke. The website that loaded, however, was polished and professional-looking.

Intrigued, he decided to do some research, scouring the internet for any mention of TelePunch. He stumbled upon a few obscure mentions of the software in hushed whispers across various forums and chat rooms. Although the information was scarce and shrouded in secrecy, the few testimonials he found were enough to pique his interest. Fueled by a mix of curiosity and a desire for revenge against those who had humiliated him in the gaming world, Hiroki decided to take a leap of faith and purchased a subscription.

As for the secrecy surrounding TelePunch, the software's developers had gone to great lengths to keep it under wraps. The program was designed with multiple layers of encryption, ensuring that even the most skilled hackers would have trouble uncovering its true nature. In addition, access to TelePunch was strictly invitation-only, with a rigorous vetting process in place to weed out potential moles or informants.

The few users who had access to TelePunch were bound by a strict code of silence. They understood that revealing the existence of the software would not only bring unwanted attention from law enforcement but also compromise their own ability to use it. The fear of losing access to such a powerful tool was enough to keep most users in line.

Moreover, the developers had implemented numerous safeguards within TelePunch to prevent its abuse. The software would only function within certain parameters, and attempts to use it for more nefarious purposes would result in immediate termination of the user's account. This, combined with the high cost of the subscription plans, helped ensure that only a select few had access to TelePunch's extraordinary capabilities.

Despite these precautions, the risk of discovery was ever-present, and the users of TelePunch lived with the constant fear that their secret could be exposed at any moment. But for Hiroki and others like him, the allure of the power it offered was too tempting to resist.

He began to read the description: "Tired of virtual confrontations and relentless taunting from online adversaries? TelePunch offers a cutting-edge, exclusive service that allows subscribers to take matters into their own hands - literally..." Hiroki's eyes widened as he continued to read about the teleportation service that promised to bring users face-to-face with their online foes.

The description read as this:

Description:

TelePunch: The Ultimate Solution for Settling Online Disputes

Tired of virtual confrontations and relentless taunting from online adversaries? TelePunch offers a cutting-edge, exclusive service that allows subscribers to take matters into their own hands - literally. With our innovative teleportation technology, you can now confront your online foes face-to-face, settling disputes and teaching them a lesson they won't forget.

Our subscription plans cater to a range of needs and budgets, from the Basic Plan at $1000 per month for 30-second teleportations to the Premium Plan at $2000 per month for a full two minutes of confrontation time. Experience the thrill of jumping through dimensions and standing up to your bullies in a way that was once unimaginable.

Sign up for TelePunch today and take control of your online gaming experience like never before.

Disclaimer:

By subscribing to TelePunch, you agree to the following terms and conditions:

TelePunch is intended for use by individuals aged 18 or older. Subscribers found to be under the legal age will have their accounts terminated immediately without refund.

TelePunch is not responsible for any physical, emotional, or legal consequences resulting from the use of our services. Users assume all risks and liabilities associated with teleportation and any actions taken during the teleportation period.

TelePunch does not condone or promote violence, harassment, or any other illegal activities. The software is provided solely for the purpose of allowing subscribers to confront their online adversaries in a non-violent and lawful manner. Any misuse of the service is strictly prohibited and may result in immediate account termination and potential legal action.

Telepunch does not work in public spaces or crowded areas.

Users are required to keep their TelePunch subscription and access credentials confidential. Sharing or distributing access to the service is strictly prohibited and may result in account termination.

TelePunch reserves the right to modify or discontinue our services at any time, without prior notice or liability to our subscribers. No refunds will be issued for discontinued services.

By subscribing to TelePunch, you acknowledge that you have read, understood, and agree to be bound by the terms and conditions outlined in this disclaimer.

"Yea, 'does not condone or promote violence' My ass, I'm definitely going to fuck these guys up."

At first, Hiroki was skeptical. The idea of teleporting to another person's house seemed like something straight out of a science fiction novel. He scrolled down to the subscription plans, noting the steep prices. It was a significant investment, especially if the service turned out to be a hoax.

But as he sat there, his anger still simmering, Hiroki couldn't help but entertain the idea. What if it were real? What if he could finally confront those who had tormented him, face-to-face? The thought was tantalizing, and as the minutes passed, his curiosity and desire for retribution grew stronger.

Taking a deep breath, Hiroki made a bold decision. He would take a chance on TelePunch. He entered his credit card information and selected the premium plan, granting him a full two minutes of teleportation time, it had a twenty-four cooldown between each use. The confirmation email arrived instantly, along with a set of instructions for using the service.

Hiroki's heart pounded as he followed the steps, still not fully convinced that this was anything more than a clever scam. The instructions told him that he could use the service once he got in any multiplayer game of his choice.

***

Hiroki came back from school and threw his bag to the side and instantly hopped on his computer. Hiroki found himself engaged in an intense online match in his favorite first-person shooter game. His opponent, a skilled player known as "xXx_PwnSauce_xXx," showed no mercy, defeating Hiroki repeatedly in their one-on-one showdowns. To make matters worse, xXx_PwnSauce_xXx relentlessly taunted Hiroki in the game chat, pushing him closer to the edge.

As his frustration grew, Hiroki's eyes darted to the other monitor, where the TelePunch screen glowed, almost as if it were taunting him in a fantastical way. The word "Teleport" seemed to pulse with an eerie energy, beckoning him to use the service and face his tormentor in person. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to give xXx_PwnSauce_xXx a taste of his own medicine and the fear of the unknown consequences that might come with using the TelePunch service.

With each passing second, the allure of the TelePunch screen grew stronger. The flashing "Teleport" button seemed to whisper in Hiroki's mind, urging him to take action and put an end to the humiliation he was experiencing. "No one should have to endure this, people like this need to be taught a lesson," he thought, his heart racing with a mix of anger and anticipation.

Finally, Hiroki could take it no longer. He slammed his hand down on the mouse, clicking the "Teleport" button with a newfound sense of determination. "It's time to show xXx_PwnSauce_xXx who he's really messing with," he thought.

At first nothing happened, "I fucking knew it, this scam ass company."

To his surprise, he felt kind of dizzy, and the room began to blur and warp. Hiroki's thoughts raced, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling in his mind. "What if this is a terrible mistake?" he wondered. "No, I can't back down now. This has gone on long enough. These fucking rats need to learn some respect." Resolute, he prepared himself for the confrontation that awaited him on the other side.

"I'm going to fuck this loser up."

He felt a sudden surge of energy as the room around him began to dissolve, replaced by a tunnel of vibrant colors and distorted shapes. Time and space seemed to blur and warp, as if Hiroki was being stretched and compressed simultaneously.

The sensation was disorienting but exhilarating, and within seconds, he found himself standing in xXx_PwnSauce_xXx's bedroom.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the monitor. A bright blue holographic screen popped up before him, displaying a countdown timer. The large numbers began ticking down, indicating the amount of time Hiroki had left in his opponent's house. He could feel the pressure of the clock, reminding him of the urgency of his mission.

In the lower corner of the screen, a small info section caught Hiroki's eye. It read, "You can see how much time is left by uttering the word 'Time' out loud." "That's pretty cool, but I hope I don't accidentally say it during the fight." Hiroki mentally filed away this valuable piece of information, knowing that he might need to check the remaining time during his confrontation. The screen also informed him that if he wanted to end his session early, he could simply say "End" out loud, and he would be immediately teleported back to his own home. "There is no way I would run from these pussy keyboard warriors," he thought.

As the blue screen faded away, Hiroki focused on his surroundings, his eyes scanning the room for his target. He knew that every second counted, and he couldn't afford to waste any time. He spotted xXx_PwnSauce_xXx sitting at his desk, oblivious to the impending encounter. The gamer, still wearing his headset and clutching his controller, didn't notice Hiroki, as he was still concentrating on the game.

"This guy is so mad, it's just a game," he laugh and snickers.

Before xXx_PwnSauce_xXx could utter another word, Hiroki lunged forward with lightning speed, his fists clenched and determination in his eyes. He grabbed the back of the gamer's chair and forcefully tilted it forward, causing his adversary to lose balance and fall face-first onto the floor.

"Woah what the hell," the gamer said as he tried to get up.

With rage, Hiroki unleashed a series of rapid punches to the gamer's midsection, each blow landing with a satisfying thud as he heard the gamer whimper in pain.

"Yea that's right you fuck."

As xXx_PwnSauce_xXx attempted to shield himself from the onslaught,

"Who are you and how did you get in my house!" The gamer yelled.

Hiroki's foot connected with his ribs, sending him sprawling across the room. The hapless gamer gasped for breath, his body trembling from the force of Hiroki's relentless assault.

"I'm nobody, I'm here to punish pussies like you who think they're the shit."

"Punish me for what?"

"You talk too much shit online, PwnSauce."

"How the hell do you know my username!? Who the hell are you!? Is this seriously just about the game?! It's just a fucking game man!"

"Oh yea? This is a game too."

Hiroki walks toward the gamer. He tried to scramble away, but Hiroki was quick to follow, grabbing him by the collar and hurling him back to the ground with a vicious throw.

'Oh shit, how much time do I have left'

"Time." he uttered,

His voice steady but strained. The bright blue holographic screen materialized in front of him before he was able to finish the word, But he didn't think anything of it. Fifty nine seconds left. The screen emitted a soft, pulsating glow that contrasted with the dimly lit room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Hiroki noted the dwindling time, making a mental note to keep an eye on it as the confrontation continued.

'I shouldn't waste my precious time talking,' he thought to himself.

As Hiroki glanced over at xXx_PwnSauce_xXx, he noticed the gamer's face contorted with confusion and disbelief. The bewildered expression seemed to be a mixture of shock from the sudden, unexpected invasion and a desperate attempt to make sense of the glowing blue screen that had appeared before Hiroki.

For a brief moment, the two locked eyes, the tension between them palpable. The countdown continued, reminding Hiroki that time was of the essence. With a renewed sense of urgency, he prepared to resume his assault on xXx_PwnSauce_xXx, determined to make every remaining second count.

As the time on Hiroki's premium subscription ticked down, he continued his brutal attack, stomping on xXx_PwnSauce_xXx's arms and legs with a mix of raw power and rage. The gamer, now battered and bruised, could only cower in fear, his eyes wide with disbelief at the horrifying turn of events.

With only seconds remaining, Hiroki stood over his defeated adversary, panting heavily. The room was silent, saved for the ragged breathing of the two combatants. Hiroki leaned down, his face inches away from the gamer's, and whispered menacingly, "Remember this moment, cause it's the last time you'll ever dare to taunt someone. I hope this lesson sticks with you, or I might just have to pay you another visit."

As the last second of his subscription ticked away, the vibrant colors of the TelePunch tunnel began to envelop Hiroki. He cast one final, chilling glare at xXx_PwnSauce_xXx before he was teleported back to his own home, leaving the battered gamer to nurse his wounds to wonder if the encounter had been a terrible nightmare.

Hiroki braced himself for the return trip. As the last second ticked away, he felt a sudden, disorienting sensation, as if his body was being pulled through a vortex. The room around him blurred and warped, and the battered form of xXx_PwnSauce_xXx vanished from view.

In an instant, Hiroki found himself back in the middle of his room, his heart pounding in his chest. The familiar surroundings seemed almost surreal after the chaos that had just unfolded. He blinked, trying to process the events that had just transpired.

"What the hell," he gasped, his voice trembling with shock and adrenaline. "Holy shit, holy shit, that actually just worked!" He looked around, taking in the familiar posters on the walls, the well-worn gaming chair, and the TelePunch screen on his second monitor, still displaying the "Teleport" button.

A shudder ran through him as he realized the full implications of the experience. The teleportation had worked, and he had physically confronted his online tormentor. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe, triumph, and a tinge of unease at the power he had just wielded.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, Hiroki collapsed into his gaming chair, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. The events that had just unfolded were almost too fantastic to believe, yet the evidence was undeniable. He had used the TelePunch service, and it had worked flawlessly.

The reality of his actions slowly began to sink in, and Hiroki found himself wondering what the future held. Would he use TelePunch again? How would this experience change the way he approached online gaming? One thing was for sure: he would never look at the virtual world in quite the same way again.

***

It was his next gaming session, Hiroki was in the zone, dominating the lobby in his favorite first-person shooter game. His reflexes were on point, and his kill count was climbing higher with each passing minute. That was until a new player, "StealthNinja92," joined the fray. Almost immediately, Hiroki's winning streak came to an abrupt halt. First, he died once to the newcomer, then twice, and then a third time.

Frustrated, Hiroki typed into the game chat, "Hey, StealthNinja92, let's do a clean 1v1 so we don't get interrupted. Meet me at the central tower."

Silence followed. StealthNinja92 made no response, continuing to rack up kills, including a few more against Hiroki. Anger bubbled up inside him as he typed again, "Come on, man! Meet me at the central tower for a fair 1v1!"

Still, there was no response from StealthNinja92. Despite the lack of acknowledgment, Hiroki stubbornly made his way to the central tower, determined to face his new rival. He waited, glancing around in anticipation, hoping the elusive player would take him up on his challenge.

Finally, he spotted StealthNinja92 approaching, and they locked eyes. The 1v1 was on. Their digital avatars engaged in a fierce and fast-paced battle, bullets flying and grenades exploding. In mere seconds, Hiroki was bested, his character collapsing in defeat.

As he stared at the "You've been eliminated" message on the screen, rage bubbled up inside him. To add insult to injury, StealthNinja92 typed into the game chat, "Get the fuck out of my fucking lobby you loser. You suck, you ask for 1v1 and lose, couldn't be me LMAO, you still have yet to kill me, I caught up to you just like that, you're so fucking bad LMFAO. Better luck next time bitch boi. pussy"

Hiroki saw this and his eyes lit up with rage. Hiroki's fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to unleash a torrent of angry retorts. But just as he was about to type, he glanced over at his second monitor, and there it was – the TelePunch screen, the "Teleport" button seeming to call his name, beckoning him to take revenge on this new adversary.

He hesitated, remembering the aftermath of his previous encounter with xXx_PwnSauce_xXx. A mix of emotions swirled within him: anger, desire for retribution, and a lingering sense of uncertainty about the power he held at his fingertips. As the TelePunch screen continued to glow, Hiroki found himself faced with a decision that could change the course of his gaming experience once again.

Torn between his anger and the knowledge of the power he wielded, Hiroki's eyes remained locked on the glowing "Teleport" button. The pulsating light seemed to intensify, urging him to take action against StealthNinja92. The desire for revenge began to consume him, drowning out any lingering doubts.

With a sudden surge of determination, Hiroki slammed his hand down on the mouse, clicking the "Teleport" button. The familiar sensation of his body being pulled through a vortex enveloped him once more. The room around him blurred and warped, as the disorienting feeling of teleportation took hold.

As he arrived at his destination, Hiroki's vision cleared, revealing a dimly lit room that appeared to be a basement. The walls were adorned with various gaming posters, and an array of glowing LED lights illuminated the space. In the center of the room, StealthNinja92 sat hunched over his computer, entirely focused on the game.

Hiroki took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold. He clenched his fists, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. As he prepared to initiate the attack, he muttered the word "Time."

The blue holographic screen appeared before him, displaying the countdown timer that marked the precious seconds he had in this unfamiliar space. As the seconds ticked away, Hiroki knew he had to make his move.

As the holographic screen disappeared, Hiroki assessed the situation, deciding to use the same approach as before. Taking advantage of his opponent's surprise, Hiroki charged forward, his eyes locked on the back of the gamer's chair.

His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by anger and adrenaline. As he closed the distance, he launched a powerful kick, striking the chair with full force. The impact sent the chair and its occupant hurtling across the room. StealthNinja92 let out a grunt of pain and surprise, clearly unprepared for the sudden attack.

Despite the pain, StealthNinja92 quickly scrambled to his feet, his eyes filled with confusion. He glanced around the room, searching for any indication of how this stranger had entered his home.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice wavering slightly. "How did you get in here?" he asked, almost fully recovered from the attack.

Hiroki smirked, relishing the sight of his online adversary trembling before him. With a snarky tone, he replied, "You have more important things to be worrying about right now."

StealthNinja92's eyes narrowed, the fear in them slowly being replaced by a flicker of determination and calmness. He clenched his fists, preparing to defend himself against the mysterious intruder who had just invaded his home. Hiroki, on the other hand, stood confidently, his eyes never leaving his opponent as he mentally prepared for the fight that was about to ensue.

The tension in the room was palpable, the silence only broken by the sound of their heavy breathing. As they faced off, the countdown timer continued to tick away, a constant reminder of the limited time Hiroki had to teach StealthNinja92 a lesson he would never forget.

As Hiroki and StealthNinja92 stood facing each other, the gamer shifted into a martial arts stance, a seamless combination of shinobi and karate elements. Hiroki couldn't help but scoff at the pose, dismissing it as mere posturing.

"What the hell is that supposed to be? You're about to get your ass kicked in, stop posing like a pussy and fight me."

StealthNinja92's eyes narrowed, focusing intently on his opponent, ready to prove him wrong.

The fight began in earnest, with both combatants trading blows, kicks, and punches. Hiroki's raw anger fueled his attacks, but it became apparent that StealthNinja92 was a more formidable opponent than he had initially assumed. Despite his best efforts, Hiroki found himself slowly losing ground.

Whatever attacks Hiroki threw at his enemy, he would counter or dodge.

Hiroki threw a punch trying to find StealthNinja's face, he swifly dodged under it, and countered with a strong jab to Hirokis stomach.

As he stumbled back from a particularly powerful blow, Hiroki's eyes caught sight of a framed photograph above StealthNinja92's bed. It showed his adversary dressed in a karate gi, proudly holding a trophy that read "Number 1."

'How in the hell did I not notice that,' he thought to himself. Realizing he was up against a skilled martial artist, Hiroki hesitated for a moment, weighing his options.

However, the anger still coursing through him urged him to continue the fight. He attacked again, trying to gain the upper hand, but StealthNinja's superior technique continued to best him. The possibility of saying "End" and escaping back to his own home began to take root in Hiroki's mind and was furthering his disadvantage as it took hold of his thoughts.

Sensing Hiroki's faltering resolve, StealthNinja92 smirked and taunted him, "What's the matter pussy? Can't keep up?"

The snarky remark only fueled Hiroki's rage, and he charged at his opponent, throwing caution to the wind. StealthNinja92 effortlessly sidestepped the attack, using Hiroki's momentum against him and landing a series of swift, powerful blows and throwing Hiroki into the wall. Hiroki found himself on the ropes, his body battered and bruised.

'This was not the FUCKING PLAN!' he thought with visible frustration on his face.

As StealthNinja92 prepared to deliver a devastating strike, Hiroki eye's filled with anger and fear, made a split-second decision. Gasping for breath, he managed to choke out the word "End."

In an instant, just as StealthNinja92's potentially lethal blow whizzed through the air where he had been a moment before. Back in StealthNinja92's room, the powerful punch smashed into the wall, leaving a gaping hole as a testament to its force. He falls and lays on the floor, panting and nursing his injuries, the reality of his narrow escape sinking in. The encounter had not gone as he'd planned, and he was left to ponder the consequences of his actions and the powerful ability that had brought him so close to the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK. How could I let him get away with this?! AHHHHHHHH!!" He yelled while clutching his head with both hands.

Hiroki was insanely angry that he couldn't do more, taking the reality in that regardless of how angry he was, he couldn't best a martial arts master.

Hiroki lay on his floor, contemplating his recent defeat and the potential repercussions of using TelePunch so recklessly. He considered his options for future encounters, pondering whether it would be worth investing time and effort into learning a martial art to better prepare himself for physical confrontations. Another option that crossed his mind was taking precautions before teleporting into someone's room, such as arming himself with a weapon or gathering more information about the person before engaging them.

As he weighed the pros and cons of each approach, Hiroki began to realize the importance of understanding his opponents and their capabilities. He considered that perhaps it was best to exercise caution and restraint when using TelePunch, rather than relying solely on the element of surprise. While he still felt the burning desire to teach arrogant gamers a lesson, he knew that he needed to be more strategic and thoughtful in his approach if he wanted to avoid the dangers that his previous encounters had exposed.

This newfound perspective marked a turning point for Hiroki. No longer would he blindly leap into confrontations without considering the potential consequences. Instead, he would approach each situation with a more calculated mindset, ensuring that he was fully prepared for any challenges that might arise. And with this resolution, Hiroki began to explore ways to enhance both his physical and mental prowess, determined to make the most of his extraordinary power.

Hiroki sat on the floor of his room, nursing his bruises and collecting his thoughts. As the adrenaline began to wear off, he found himself questioning the true purpose behind his actions. Was beating up gamers really going to fulfill him? He stared off into the distance, lost in his thoughts, as a sense of unease settled over him.

The room seemed to darken, shadows casting an eerie atmosphere that mirrored Hiroki's conflicting emotions. The monitor displaying the TelePunch program flickered ominously, as if echoing his doubts and concerns. He could feel the weight of his actions bearing down on him, and yet, he couldn't shake the anger and desire for revenge that had fueled his previous encounters.

Hiroki tried to dismiss these conflicting thoughts, sweeping them under the rug, as he attempted to regain focus on his initial goal. However, the unease lingered in the back of his mind, like a quiet voice whispering doubts and fears.

Hiroki found himself once again immersed in his favorite first-person shooter game, playing the free-for-all mode that had become his battleground of choice. As the match progressed, he crossed paths with another player who seemed to take pleasure in taunting and belittling him in the game chat. The anger and frustration that had been simmering inside him since his last encounter began to boil over.

Despite the unease and nagging doubts that had crept into his thoughts, Hiroki felt an overwhelming urge to teach this new opponent a lesson. The quiet whisper of uncertainty echoed in his mind for a few fleeting seconds, but he quickly brushed it aside, focusing on the satisfaction of exacting his revenge. "You're a pussy ass bitch," he read in the game chat. That was the last straw. With a determined scowl, he clicked the teleport button on the TelePunch program.

The familiar sensation of disorientation and weightlessness washed over him as he was transported through the digital realm, his surroundings blurring into streaks of color before abruptly snapping into focus. He was almost used to the transition by now, he barely felt dizzy and got full compsure quickly. He found himself in a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a computer screen casting eerie shadows on the walls. His opponent, completely unaware of Hiroki's presence, was hunched over their keyboard, still typing taunts into the game chat.

As Hiroki stood there, taking in the scene before him, the gravity of his actions began to weigh on him once more. But with adrenaline coursing through his veins and the desire for retribution burning in his chest, he quickly shook off his doubts and prepared to confront his unsuspecting foe.

Hiroki scanned the room, searching for any hint that his new opponent might be skilled in fighting. Seeing no such evidence, a sinister smile spread across his face. He walked towards the gamer's chair, trying to contain his excitement. With a sudden tap on the chair, the gamer spun around, eyes wide with shock as they met Hiroki's menacing gaze.

Without hesitation, Hiroki grabbed the gamer by his shirt, yanking him off the chair and throwing him violently to the floor behind him. He laughed as he closed the distance between them, feeding off the fear in his opponent's eyes. "Holy FUCK this isn't going to end well for you," Hiroki taunted, his laughter echoing through the room.

As he prepared to strike, Hiroki was suddenly overcome by a wave of dizziness. The room around him distorted, its edges warping and twisting, disorienting him. Unknown of what was going on, he struggled to maintain his balance, he desperately lunged toward the fallen gamer with a look of terrible surprise and despair, desperate to land a punch or a kick.

Time quickly ran out. As Hiroki closed in on his target, he was abruptly teleported back to his own home, his attack left unfinished. The momentum of his lunge sent him crashing to the floor of his room, leaving him bowed in defeat.

Disoriented and breathing heavily, Hiroki tried to process the strange turn of events that had robbed him of his chance for revenge. All that could be heard was Hiroki's labored breathing as he lay there on the floor, his mind racing with frustration and confusion. Words weren't enough to express his anger. He desperately tried to figure out why this had happened - was it a glitch in the system? Had he made a mistake, or was there some error with the TelePunch software?

As his thoughts spiraled, a sudden realization struck him: when he had taunted his opponent by saying, "This isn't going to end well for you," he had inadvertently uttered the word "end," triggering the teleportation back to his own room. At first, he was furious with himself for making such a careless mistake. But his anger quickly shifted to the design of the TelePunch software. Why wasn't there a confirmation window or some other safeguard to prevent such mishaps?

Determined to find a solution, Hiroki accessed the TelePunch software and navigated to the settings. He discovered an option that allowed him to enable a confirmation feature. Once enabled, if he said "End," he would be prompted to say "Confirm" or "Decline" to ensure he truly intended to teleport back, avoiding any accidental returns in the future.

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