[Every screen in the world, regardless of what it is, flickers and cuts to black for a brief moment, before pulling back to a giant, mechanized demon on a throne. This man is Locustus, The Demon King, the conqueror and emperor of nearly half of mankind]

“Greetings, everyone. You all know my name, I have no reason to repeat it. To all those with dreams of valor, of glory, of fame, of revenge, of war; I have a proposition.”

[A giant logo flashes on the screen, the sigil of the Empire of Hell]

“Join my tournament. Battle each other, to death or submission, for my amusement. Climb the tower, and prove you are the greatest mortal alive. Whoever wins shall rise to my side, with wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams. Good luck to you all.”

[The broadcast ends, and all normal broadcasts resume. Somewhere in the countryside of Japan, A young boy with fiery red hair balls his fists and scrunches his brow.]

“You’ll rue the day you challenged me, great great great great great gramps! It’s time the king was knocked off his throne!”