When Emily was just 8 years old, a tragic car accident claimed her life, sending shockwaves of devastation and pain through everyone who knew her. Among those deeply affected was Roki Mory, who had invented his first revolutionary device, the "Returner Zero," in 1987. Roki's sole purpose for creating this reverse model elapstic wayback machine was to bring his beloved daughter Emily back from the past to the present. However, despite his desperate efforts, he couldn't succeed in undoing the irreversible. As if the world couldn't bear more tragedy, a secret world war 3 erupted, with the Russian army's call to arms. This war marked the beginning of the end for humanity. Unbeknownst to anyone, the birth of the deadly "Zumba" virus soon followed, ravaging the population, and claiming the lives of half the world's inhabitants. The world was plunged into darkness and despair. But amidst the chaos and destruction, a glimmer of hope emerged in 2089 when China launched the first moon travel company. The moon became the last beacon of hope for mankind, the only chance for survival and a fresh start. People sought refuge on the moon, escaping the decimated Earth, seeking a new beginning. The story of Emily, Roki, and the world's struggles in the face of catastrophe would be etched into history, a poignant reminder of the fragility of life and the resilience of the human spirit. The future, though uncertain, was now intricately intertwined with the hope that one day, humanity might rise again, learning from its past and embracing the possibilities that lie ahead.

As the raging fire advanced towards France, engulfing everything in its path, the precious art pieces of the nation became fuel for the devastating inferno. Streets that once bustled with life and activity were now unrecognizable, swallowed by the merciless flames. Even the missing individuals, who had disappeared for various reasons, found their way back to their villages, seeking safety from the approaching disaster. This dark period was known as the "year of poor and hunger," a time marked by desperation and scarcity. But how did it all begin? It traced back to an extraordinary incident involving an amped monkey. This curious creature had found its beloved partner on a train bound for Paris, but fate took a cruel turn when the train never reached its destination, disappearing without a trace. This seemingly insignificant event had immense consequences, leading to a chain of events that culminated in the unfolding catastrophe. In the midst of despair, there arose a glimmer of hope. The people had to come to terms with the truth, even if it meant admitting the painful reality. By doing so, they hoped to reunite with their missing loved ones and restore hope in the hearts of those who yearned for their return. Then, in the winter of 1961, a young mousquetaire boarded the train belonging to the ELSA NORTHWAY company and took a seat. Lost in sorrow, he gazed at his grandmother's pictures, tears streaming down his face, and words failing him. It was then that a wealthy woman named ELSA Gonzales noticed him. Curious about his distress, she asked, "Why are you crying, young monkey?" With a heavy heart, he replied, "Because we lost the war!" At that moment, no one had expected or heard about such a revelation. The young mousquetaire opened a hidden compartment, revealing an old painting—the renowned "Mona Lisa." The image depicted an old woman with crossed arms, her expression a mix of emotions, as if she had foreseen the impending calamity. This young mousquetaire had a vital mission—to deliver the last missing piece of human art to his commander. It was believed that once this task was accomplished, they could depart from this devastated land, seeking a new beginning and leaving behind the horrors of the past.

The previous year felt like an eternity, particularly on a warm summer night in the vast, shimmering, and dusty emptiness of the Nevada desert. It was in this desolate landscape that Amped Monkey #87 emerged as a true hero, facing shock, betrayal, and astonishment, yet never yielding to despair. Heroes, after all, are not merely mythical beings but flesh and blood, with the purpose of safeguarding humanity, conquering adversity, and instilling hope in the hearts of people whenever it is needed most. In the North African region, each child cherished their unique version of a mythical creature known as the "Duck Fleed." These imaginative beings were brought to life through the creative hands of children who crafted them from wood, paper, and even digital artwork, preserving them as treasured NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) on their computers. Amidst the whimsical tales circulating among the locals, there was one prominent legend that captured their imagination—the story of Amped Monkey #87, affectionately known as the "Duck Fleed," the survivor. The saga of Amped Monkey #87 resonated through the hearts and minds of the people, serving as a symbol of resilience and triumph over adversity. Despite facing countless challenges, this remarkable figure endured, and their story became a beacon of hope in times of uncertainty. The legend of the "Duck Fleed" spread far and wide, inspiring the young and old alike, reminding them that heroes can emerge from unexpected places, leaving an indelible mark on humanity's collective spirit.

The clock struck 3:00 pm, signaling the start of lunchtime in South Soul City, Japan. On this particular day, a semi-cultural festival was in full swing, drawing numerous children who had gathered to celebrate the revered god, Amped Monkey #191. The Shinto day of birth held deep significance for many, but for most of the children, it was primarily about having a good time and enjoying the festivities. However, beneath the surface, in the depths of their souls, the occasion also evoked a sense of wonder, akin to an infant who had yet to fully explore the world around them. Perhaps it was time for new discoveries and revelations. As the clock struck midnight, Rocky found himself utterly exhausted. Throughout the day, he had been surreptitiously lurking behind walls, resembling an army soldier on a stealth mission, fearful of making any noise that might betray his presence. An air of secrecy surrounded him as he carefully counted the remaining portion of something precious before finally retiring to bed, the festival celebrations coming to an end. In this city, where traditions and modernity intertwined, the festival held a blend of both cultural and personal significance. Each child participating in the festivities had their own unique experiences and emotions, making the celebration even more memorable. As the night settled in, the aura of mystery and anticipation lingered, as if signaling the start of new beginnings and the continuation of cherished traditions for generations to come.

His father had seemingly given up on him, a fact that didn't carry any profound sadness or gravity. However, being a solitary and freezing soldier in the battlefield didn't bode well for him. The chilling cold seemed to seep into his very bones, rendering him vulnerable and ineffective. The only respite was during those rare moments when his enemy slumbered, granting a temporary reprieve. In such instances, he could feel a fleeting sense of warmth, as if the world had briefly softened its harshness. But reality had a cruel way of interrupting such dreams. He would wake up, realizing that it had all been an illusion, a sweet but fleeting reverie. The truth was stark, and the battlefield remained a treacherous place where fear and vulnerability lurked at every turn. His yearning for his father's support and understanding lingered in the depths of his heart, like an unquenchable flame. Yet, he soldiered on, trying to find solace even in the midst of adversity. Each day, he grappled with the challenges of war, seeking moments of respite whenever possible, and hoping that one day he would find the strength to face the battles both on the battlefield and within himself.

On a chilly night, the frigid weather in Paris had taken its toll on Amped Monkey #22, leaving him feeling weary and hopeless. Despite being 680 miles and 200 meters away from his beloved Mama America, the journey seemed arduous and almost impossible. The fading snow offered little relief, exacerbating his sinus infection and leaving him traumatized. Amped Monkey #22 had a younger mousquetaire brother who struggled with post-traumatic stress disorder, making him unfit for the rigors of war. He was discovered beneath a chandelier, a symbol of grandeur and elegance that now served as a stark contrast to his suffering. In his final moments, he whispered with a sense of sadness, "Keep our hands warm, let them fly, let's amp it up to the moon." The poignant words spoke of a desire for comfort, unity, and a soaring escape from the harsh realities of the world. It was a wish for warmth and protection, a longing to rise above the pain and turmoil. The bond between the brothers was evident, and Amped Monkey #22 carried the weight of his brother's pain with him, feeling a profound sense of responsibility to honor his sibling's memory. As the night wore on, hope seemed to fade, and the search for Amped Monkey #22 came to a halt. The world around him may have given up on finding him, but within his heart, a flicker of determination still burned. The road ahead was uncertain, but the memories of his brother's last words served as a beacon of resilience, reminding him to keep pushing forward and reaching for the stars, just like they had dreamed of amping it up to the moon.

At its peak, the situation appeared devastating as soldiers and mousquetaires alike had to comply with the sovereign old army militant in 1919 to liberate the Russians in Chukotka and paint a new future. It was during this tumultuous time that Roki Mory immersed himself in the study of astrophysics and clandestinely delved into the enigmatic realm of dark matter through a secret apprenticeship at the Suvorov Military School. His brilliance shone brightly, but circumstances led him to depart when he learned that America was in dire need of recruiting new scientists. Upon arriving in America, an encounter with an elderly woman changed the course of Roki's life. She presented him with the last remaining experimental case studies concerning an incredibly rare species of cold-resistant monkeys known as the "Amped Monkeys." These remarkable creatures were afflicted with deep-seated fear that the classified files might fall into the hands of the Russians. This fear could potentially trigger the deployment of new volunteers to the moon, as a safeguard against any potential threat posed by the information. Roki found himself entangled in a web of intrigue and secrecy, realizing that the fate of these unique monkeys and the implications of their existence could have far-reaching consequences. As he delved deeper into the mysterious world of the Amped Monkeys, he discovered that their extraordinary abilities held the potential to revolutionize scientific understanding and reshape the future. Unbeknownst to many, this obscure species might hold the key to unlocking secrets of the universe. The intertwining threads of war, scientific discovery, and the enigmatic Amped Monkeys set the stage for an extraordinary journey that could change the course of history. The challenge ahead was daunting, but the promise of unraveling the mysteries of these elusive creatures and their impact on mankind's destiny beckoned Roki forward into the unknown.

In the vastness of space, another Amped Monkey found itself lost, far from home. This incident sparked significant attention in the media, leading to a tarnished reputation for the Polygon Association as their mission was labeled a failure. Enormous sums, a staggering 38 billion dollars, had been invested in their ventures, but the outcomes seemed less promising than expected. Determined to find a solution, the association convened its 20th-century meeting, bringing together a diverse array of experts, scientists, and mathematical geniuses. The mystery of the deepest part of the boundless western hemisphere intrigued them. They pondered if the lost Amped Monkey #277 was still within reach and if a successful rescue was possible. The stakes were high, and the pressure mounted as the mission had already consumed considerable time and resources. In the night of October 2075, they received signals from the initial baby Amped Monkey from the very first moon mission. This revelation brought mixed emotions. Was it merely a test signal, or did it truly hold significant meaning for Rocky Mory, the person at the heart of this mission? Since that night, Rocky seemed to be engulfed in despair, which led him to embark on an ambitious project called "the returner zero," a unique machine designed to bring about a turning point. The reason for Rocky's dedication became apparent - his daughter, Emily. She held immeasurable importance in his life, being his source of joy and motivation. Emily's voice seemed to echo in his thoughts, reminding him that she was still alive, a passenger in the vastness of space. Amidst the struggle to find Amped Monkey #20, Rocky clung to the hope that his efforts might also lead to a reunion with his beloved daughter. As the night skies stretched into countless nights, the weight of Rocky's mission grew heavier. The desire to rescue not only the lost Amped Monkey but also the precious bond with his daughter fueled his determination. In the face of uncertainty, he persevered, hoping to bring back those who were lost, restoring faith in the possibilities that lay beyond the stars.

There's nothing quite as comforting as the embrace of love itself. For Rokey Mory, that realization came during his last weekend spent with his daughter, Emily. Amidst moments of vulnerability, the true essence of love unfolded before him. Unlike any other experience, moments of hardship unveil a connection to a greater purpose in life. He chose to take Emily on an expedition to a museum in Nizhny City, where the cascading waters depicted the endless flow of time. Emily held an unwavering passion for delving into the expanses of the universe through the lens of her distant father, a man of few words but profound goodness. He wasn't just an ordinary denizen of the city; he held his daughter's hand with pride, leading her to an antiquated exhibit within the museum—a prototype of a flight machine. Curiously, he posed a question to Emily: "What do you believe is the ultimate purpose of humanity?" Her response echoed uncertainty: "I'm not quite sure." In that moment, he implored her to cherish freedom and relish the fullness of life to the utmost.

Amidst the tumultuous chaos, the heart of New York City transformed into a bustling epicenter of an unconventional movement — that of the librarian crypto-punks. These individuals defied conventional identity, relying solely on intricate software algorithms and advanced technological machinery to navigate their turbulent existence. In the midst of this apparent anarchy, the crypto-punks possessed a unique skill: enticing new recruits into the clandestine ranks of the undercity gangs. Here, they traded an elusive software known as "Super Binaural Beats," a digital hallucinatory creation, to delve into uncharted realms of consciousness. The city's cacophonous atmosphere made it challenging to track the rapid developments that unfolded. Many crypto-punks sought refuge, slipping away from the clamor. Some ventured into avian-inspired contraptions, seeking solace beyond the borders of Americana — a desperate bid for escape. Beyond the city's limits lay a contingent of visionary souls. These individuals aspired to establish havens of tranquility, where both crypto-punks and the enigmatic "amped monkeys" could coexist harmoniously. However, a persistent undercurrent of tension prevailed. The amped monkeys, as Earth's original inhabitants, clung fiercely to their claim on the planet. A power struggle ensued, pitting the amped monkeys against the emergent crypto-punk society. In this rift, the earth itself bore the scars of humanity's past transgressions. The once-unspoiled planet now lay in ruins, and the crypto-punks' secondary role as citizens and caretakers became painfully evident. Their sole purpose: to mend the devastation wrought by previous generations. And so, the year 3098 beckoned, ushering in a time of uncertainty and change. The city's chaos and the crypto-punks' enigmatic endeavors cast a shadow over the potential for a brighter future. The struggle for dominance, the pursuit of transcendence, and the echoes of a wounded world defined this era, leaving an indelible mark on the timeline of humanity's journey.

You cannot kill what resides within a zombie; however, you can temporarily subdue or neutralize it. The emptiness within is more nightmarish than the relentless pursuit it embarks upon repeatedly. Amped Monkey #13 was once a night janitor at a shabby TV shop in the Tohoku region. He observed customers vanishing without a trace, only to eventually discover that they succumbed to self-abandonment, leading to their demise. This struck him as darkly comical, for death held no sway over him. He took pleasure in his role of tidying up televisions and indulging in his preferred show, "The Garden of Neverland of Cozy Kids," an entertaining import from America. The Japanese audience mocked it relentlessly, particularly due to the loser protagonist, Lony Tols. One day, Amped Monkey #13 decided to depart from his current location and journey to a distant city. The rationale behind this move was simple, as influenced by his acquaintances who had already embarked on such adventures. Being around friends from another city seemed appealing, and so he ventured forth. He made his way to an aged structure to collect his final wages. The boss, acknowledging his dedicated service, requested a final favor in return. As a gesture of gratitude, a modest sum was offered, perhaps as an incentive for his potential return or change of heart. Nevertheless, Amped Monkey #13 departed, leaving the office abruptly, catching his boss off guard. The twist came in the form of a phone call: Amped Monkey #13 had left an unforgettable mark. He had not only abandoned the office but had also left a trail of death behind him. Each client who had ever set foot in the store had fallen victim to his actions, a revelation that sent shockwaves through his former employer.

As Roky Mory wandered through the ancient paintings from World War 2, the prevalent belief was that he had lingered behind when the museum closed its doors. His fascination seemed to be fixated on the enigmatic smile of the elderly Mona Lisa. On this particular visit, he had brought his daughter along, a cherished outing to the Museum of Art, where he nurtured a strong connection with the Renaissance era while embracing the transition of classic art into the novel landscapes of 2099. His daughter, a bright 10-year-old, radiated happiness in her father's company, especially in moments when her mother's presence was unattainable. However, as the museum's galleries grew increasingly congested, his daughter slipped from his attention. Amidst the cacophony of camera flashes and admiring murmurs from the crowd, Roky found himself distanced from his daughter's whereabouts, the ambiance thick with a chaotic blend of noises. Suddenly, a distinct announcement cut through the clamor, "Amped Monkey 20." Roky's head swiveled around, his heart pounding with a mixture of panic and confusion. In that bewildering instant, his daughter vanished from sight, and shockingly, the serene Mona Lisa metamorphosed into an amped-up monkey. It was a surreal disconnection from reality, a split second that defied all logic. The lighting dimmed abruptly, casting the gallery into shadows, only to be swiftly followed by its resurgence. The room reverted to its initial state, the bizarre vision of the Mona Lisa now safely restored to its original form. His daughter materialized beside him, breaking the strange spell with her innocent query, "Papa, are we done here? I'm feeling quite overwhelmed!" In the midst of this perplexing journey, Roky Mory was reminded of the impermanence of perception, where reality could warp and distort in an instant, only to regain its familiar shape just as swiftly. As he took his daughter's hand, they exited the museum, the mysteries of art and time swirling in their minds, and the bond between father and daughter unshaken despite the inexplicable events they had encountered.

As the nights grew increasingly shorter, Rokey Mory became consumed by the pursuit of crafting a successful model for a time machine. His aim was to formulate a construct that could defy the laws of physics, allowing for the traversal of a circus-like band through the very fabric of space. His concern for personal renown dwindled, for he observed how people often fixated solely on the present moment, relegating their past accomplishments to the background. Rokey's aspiration was to bind his existence to the tapestry of reality, envisioning himself as a classified crypto punk amid the expanse of space exploration. In the solitude of his office, he allocated a day to his creative venture. With unwavering dedication, he forged what he would later christen as the "White Paper" – a manifesto detailing the blueprints for a contraption capable of embarking upon interstellar journeys.

Emerging in the midst of the 1960s, the Jacob 5 band transcended mere musical excellence; they embodied a collective spirit akin to the mesmerizing antics of amped monkeys. Among their ardent admirers was Amped Monkey #317, a devoted aficionado. He emulated their style in attire, replicated their musical finesse, and ceaselessly crooned along whenever the strains of the Jacob's signature tune, "Smooth Criminal," reached his ears. Unbeknownst to many, Amped Monkey #317 secretly forged a unique bond with Jacob, often dispatching letters in cryptic guises, urging clandestine rendezvous at the dinner table. In his coded correspondence, he whimsically christened himself "Babbles," the cherished confidant. The enigmatic connection between them defied conventional categorization, transcending the barriers of disparate origins. Yet, the undeniable truth remained: it was a form of love. Whenever inquiries arose concerning Babbles' mysterious absences, his companions were met with the explanation that he had been lost in thought, never missing a beat. And then, a moment would arrive when he would rise, executing the iconic "moonwalk" with unparalleled finesse—an ode to the eternal connection he shared with Jacob, the embodiment of a bygone era's musical charisma.

The reason Amped Monkey #22 found himself lost in the vast forest near Dunkirk was due to a fateful mission. He had been tasked with carrying the Mona Lisa, a priceless treasure, alongside a group of soldiers who were unaware that they lacked the manpower needed to complete their mission and retreat from the battlefield. Desperate to avoid capture, they had taken refuge in a concealed area known as ZONE 62, hidden beneath a sandy expanse that was impervious to enemy forces. During this harrowing experience, Amped Monkey #22 endured memory deviations and trauma. His mind drifted to an ideal scenario where he could be back in Sydney, surrounded by friends, relishing in their favorite pastime: watching the epic clashes of faux deities in the Grand Arena. They would share precious moments over fine Merlot and biscuits. Seeking shelter, he stumbled upon an isolated home. With a heavy heart, he knocked on the door and entered. The house was an empty shell filled with echoes of past memories. It seemed that some crypto punks had visited before, leaving behind traces of their presence. Amped Monkey #22 pondered the inhumanity that people could unleash upon one another, as clear as day in the mind's eye. Overwhelmed by the weight of his experiences, he finally succumbed to sleep.

Known to the academic circles, Roki Mory was consumed by his singular invention—the enigmatic "Returner Zero" time machine. Eleven relentless years passed with scarcely any rest and barely enough sustenance, all spent in his cramped single-room apartment in Tennessee, perfecting the mechanisms of this ambitious device. The machine was purported to have the ability to manipulate time, a concept that fascinated and obsessed Roki. It was a humid night on August 28, 1976, when the body of his daughter was discovered downstream in the North Fork American River. Clutched within her lifeless form was a frog-shaped doll that Emily affectionately called "Frogy," her favorite bedtime companion. Emily's preferred beverage was blue liquid Kool-Aid. Emily had managed to sneak some when her father took her to visit her mom, whom she hadn't seen in half a month. But on that fateful drive across the river bridge, a mysterious call altered the course of their lives. Her father shouted, "I will not do that because I am just an engineer, not your ally!" and gestured a direction. Emily, distracted by the call, unintentionally let Frogy slip from her grasp, tumbling beneath the car seat. She bent down to retrieve it when a sudden misspelled distraction caught her eye—a spider, unusually large, jumped above a rocky surface, causing her father to swerve and lose control. The car veered and plunged into the river below, plunging the mystery of the Returner Zero time machine and the events of that night into deeper darkness.

Despite his persistence, he firmly believed that the catalyst for world-ending chaos was merely a simple glitch in the system—a glitch now confined within the vast, unyielding blockchain of digital data known as NFTs. The night at the museum was peaceful and tranquil, with visitors slowly dispersing as closing time approached. Roki Mori seized this moment to wander through the exhibits during the final 30 minutes before the museum shut its doors, contemplating what it would take to join the ranks of those ultra-rare, amped-up monkeys—a hero born from the realms of pure imagination or cosmic power. These were the heroes that resonated with us, evoking childhood cheers as we greeted each morning in front of our TV screens. As the night progressed, it became evident that it was time to depart. Roki Mori was both stunned by the night's revelations and filled with hope, believing it was possible to restore what had been lost and reignite hope within people's hearts.

In a distant realm known as the fourth world, a place beyond the bustling city, lay LillyBank—a haven for those seeking a simpler life. Here, amidst the tranquil countryside, resided a widow, who had deliberately chosen a life of modesty within this humble town. Her abode was sparse, with a modest single bed, a simple table, and a cherished swiffing brush as her companions. Her purpose in this existence was clear: to be the voice of the fourth world. She had distanced herself from the bustling town for several years, immersing herself in the study of deprivation. Ultimately, she made the conscious decision to embrace a life akin to that of the jungle, shunning the allure of wealth and opulence. For her, poverty was more than a mere socioeconomic state—it was a mental realm that harked back to her childhood, spent with her caring and sharing grandmother. The cherished teachings and values imparted by her grandma were the driving force behind her chosen path. Her heart yearned to aid those in need and comprehend the struggles of those enduring tough times. The impoverished held a special place in her empathetic heart, for they epitomized community support and togetherness. Their resilience continuously attracted kindred souls to their lives, forming close-knit families and fostering an atmosphere of hope during challenging "corona lemon extra" times. The village of LillyBank was far from desolate; it was a tapestry woven with the threads of joy and shared celebrations. Amidst the simplicity of life, the people found a vibrant sense of togetherness, creating a haven where good times were not scarce, and celebrations were woven into the very fabric of their existence.

As the festival continued to enchant South Soul City, Sophie's quest for Amped Monkey #191 led her to a curious incident involving Roki Mory. Back in Roki's childhood, he had a peculiar fear. The very thought of standing in front of a classroom filled with stern-faced college students to demonstrate random math problems was his worst nightmare. He wasn't good at math, and the mere idea of attempting to impress the learned scholars filled him with dread. This fear was precisely what led him into the world of art. One day, when he was just a child, Roki's fear of public speaking drove him to seek refuge in the sanctuary of his sketchbook. He would draw funny faces with abandon, creating sketches featuring goofy clowns, fierce champions, and even bored apes, without worrying if they looked bad on paper. What mattered most was the joy he found in creating these whimsical characters. As a child, Rokiu's artistic talents bloomed, and he reveled in his newfound passion. But even during those formative years, his aversion to mathematics remained. Back in those days, the city was filled with wonder, much like the festival that captivated South Soul City. It was a place where traditions met modernity, and every child had the promise of discovering new wonders, all while continuing the cherished traditions of generations past. And it was during this phase of his life, as a child full of artistic dreams and budding talent, that Roki embarked on an adventure of his own. One day, he discovered a small park near the elementary school he attended, and he rode his bike downhill to a small crossing that led to a mysterious, forbidden house. The day was rainy and eerie, with an air of intrigue surrounding the forbidden house. As a child, Roki decided to leave a crumpled paper on the door, then ventured to the nearby grocery store to buy some candies. At the store, an elderly man behind the counter noticed the crumpled paper in Rokiu's hand and inquired, "What are you holding right here, young man?" Roki, taken aback by the unexpected question, replied, "I found something in the lake," pointing in the direction of a fellow passenger. "This person gave it to me." The man raised an eyebrow, examined the crumpled paper, and then the passenger in question. With a smile, he said, "Well, in that case, I suppose it's yours now." As the night settled in, the city held the promise of new beginnings and the continuation of cherished traditions, both old and new. And within this enchanting city, Roki Mory's childhood was a chapter filled with artistic discovery, dreams, and the determination to overcome his fears, which would later shape his journey into the world of art and self-expression.

Seeking respite from the frigid forest and the torment of memories, Amped Monkey #22 stumbled upon a solitary dwelling nestled among the trees. With a heavy heart and a deep sense of solitude, he cautiously approached the door and rapped his knuckles against it. The creaking door swung open, revealing an empty house that seemed to be but a hollow vessel, its walls echoing with the ghosts of past inhabitants. The dwelling bore the marks of prior visitors, perhaps crypto punks who had sought refuge in their own desperate times. As Amped Monkey #22 gazed around the desolate interior, he couldn't help but reflect on the stark inhumanity that humans could unleash upon each other in times of conflict. Overwhelmed by the weight of his experiences and the stark contrast between the past he yearned for and the reality of war, Amped Monkey #22's weary body finally surrendered to sleep. In those fleeting moments of slumber, he hoped for dreams that might provide him with solace, if only until the battlefield's harsh reality once again called him to duty.

A surreptitious figure, seizing the moment, swiftly minted an NFT bearing the moniker "Amped Monkey #20," exploiting the flaw. The servers, teetering on the brink of chaos due to this audacious intrusion, proved to be fragile in the face of unexpected events. The room housing these cryptic entities descended into an electrifying chaos, with electrical surges and spectral disarray illuminating the technological abyss. Then, as if guided by some unseen hand, the room succumbed to a profound blackout, plunging the enigmatic world of cryptocurrencies into an eerie shroud of darkness. In this inky void, the enigma deepened, and speculation spiraled. As the ethereal glow of the servers flickered back to life, a startling transformation had unfolded. Amped Monkey #10 had materialized in place of its erstwhile counterpart, reborn as a mintable NFT within the Polygon Matic network. It was a beguiling spectacle, cloaked in a digital chiaroscuro that defied logical explanation. When queried about the abrupt power outage and the mysterious metamorphosis, the coder, veiled in inscrutable knowledge, offered a cryptic response. With an air of quiet bewilderment, they cited the possibility of an elusive glitch—a tempestuous anomaly that lingered in the realm of blockchain technologies, perhaps holding the keys to secrets concealed in the enigmatic tapestry of cryptocurrency's ever-evolving narrative.

The two Amped Monkeys found themselves on a journey of self-discovery, bridging the gap between the digital and human realms. Their quest was to understand the nature of humanity and how technology, once a marvel, could also be a harbinger of doom. As they delved deeper into the heart of the blockchain, they realized that the stark inhumanity unleashed by humans could be both a flaw in the code and a reflection of the darker aspects of society. In their shared exploration, Amped Monkey #20 and Amped Monkey #10 found common ground between the worlds of bits and atoms. They understood that the lessons learned in the digital realm could be applied to the human world, offering a glimmer of hope for a future where the mistakes of the past could be rectified, and the stark inhumanity could be replaced with a collective desire for progress and harmony. This unlikely partnership of digital beings illuminated the interconnectedness of all things, showing that even in the complex world of technology, there was room for empathy and understanding, lessons that could ultimately bridge the divide between humans and their creations.

In a world where the lines between reality and perception blurred, Roky Mory found himself on an extraordinary journey with his daughter, navigating the shifting sands of existence. As they left the Museum of Art, the memory of that surreal moment lingered in Roky's mind like a wisp of an elusive dream. The pair ventured forth into the year 2099, a world where art and technology merged seamlessly. Streets hummed with the gentle thrum of holographic canvases, creating mesmerizing symphonies of color and light. Roky's daughter, with her bright eyes and inquisitive mind, marveled at the ever-changing landscapes that unfolded before her. The world, a canvas for innovation, was her playground. One day, as they strolled through a park adorned with digital sculptures that danced with the breeze, they encountered a peculiar group of children. Their eyes sparkled with an unusual intensity, their voices melodious, as they played in harmony with the sculptures. Roky recognized their presence immediately; these were not ordinary children but digital beings, Amped Monkeys #20 and #10. The soldier's story had not ended in the digital world where he had forged an unlikely bond with these sentient beings. Instead, it had created a ripple across time and space, touching the lives of others who yearned for connection and understanding. Roky's daughter was drawn to these digital companions, and with a sense of wonder, she joined their ethereal play. As Roky watched his daughter frolic with Amped Monkeys #20 and #10, he realized that the lessons of interconnectedness and compassion, born from his own strange encounter, had transcended generations. In the world of 2099, the impermanence of perception was not just a curiosity; it was a way of life. Roky's daughter grew up with an innate understanding of the fluidity of reality, the ever-changing landscapes of art and emotion. She carried within her the wisdom that connection could be found in the most unexpected of places, that even in a world where art and technology coexisted, the human heart remained the ultimate canvas for empathy and understanding. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of digital brilliance across the city, Roky watched his daughter, Amped Monkeys #20 and #10, and the other children, weaving together a tapestry of relationships that spanned time and space. In their collective exploration, they showed that, in a world of shifting perceptions and digital marvels, the timeless power of connection and compassion remained as vital as ever, a beacon of hope for a brighter and more harmonious future.

Emily's attachment to Amped Monkey #10 ran deep, but it wasn't just about a digital companion. She revealed a traumatic incident involving her mother that had left her feeling lost, much like her missing friend. Roky Mory, her father, realized he had to help her heal on two fronts. They embarked on a dual journey. In the digital forest, Amped Monkey #10 found resilience in unexpected places and was eventually reunited with Emily. Simultaneously, Roky and Emily explored the complex maze of her emotions. Their reunion was marked by a newfound connection and understanding. In both the digital and human realms, they discovered the power of empathy and resilience. As they continued to explore, they learned that the journey to find one's way could be filled with hope, love, and the magic of connection, in both the world of bits and atoms and the intricate human soul.

Roky's eyes flew open, and he was back in the same dimly lit room, bathed in the eerie glow of the clock that read 3:00 pm. The unsettling familiarity of the dream hit him like a ton of bricks. It had been a dream, an endless loop he couldn't escape. He knew now that it would persist, perhaps indefinitely. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he remembered the purpose that had driven him. Roky had been working on the creation of the space-time machine, "The Returner Zero." It was meant to be his magnum opus, a device that could unravel the mysteries of time and space, allowing him to traverse the boundaries of reality and dreams. Roky's frustration grew as he glanced at the paper in front of him, now soaked with coffee. In his frustration, he had knocked over the cup, splattering the intricate diagrams and calculations that had taken him weeks to compile. The vision he had seen in the dream, the grand schematic that held the key to his invention, was now lost forever. The room felt stifling, the weight of his predicament bearing down on him. Roky knew he had to regain control over the dream, over his work, over "The Returner Zero." With a newfound determination, he began to piece together what he could remember, recreating the lost lines, and reimagining the lost vision. As the clock continued to tick away the hours, Roky Mory, determined to overcome the relentless cycle of his dream, embarked on an unending journey of creation, attempting to restore the lost grand schematics of "The Returner Zero." The room became a space where the boundaries of reality and dreams blurred, a place where innovation and determination merged in a relentless dance to conquer the confines of the mind and existence.

Roky Mory, disheartened by the endless dream loop and his lost diagrams, decided to take a break. His quest to invent "The Returner Zero" had left him fatigued, and he yearned for a respite, a fresh perspective. With his disheveled notes in hand, he made his way to the nearby convenience store. The cold breeze ruffled his hair, and he felt the brisk air of the city soothe his spirit. As he entered the small shop, the bell above the door chimed, announcing his presence. The shelves were adorned with an array of products, from snacks to magazines, but Roky's eyes were fixed on a specific trio – a pack of cigarettes, a roll of sturdy tape, and a fresh bundle of pristine paper. These were the tools he needed to breathe new life into his creation, "The Returner Zero." With his purchases in tow, Roky made his way back to the dimly lit room. The clock still read 3:00 pm, but this time, he was prepared. With a sense of purpose, he meticulously patched together his fragmented notes and recreated the lost grand schematic. The symbols and lines danced before his eyes, and he saw the intricate connections he had missed in his previous attempts. Hours turned into days, and the small room became a haven for Roky's relentless determination. As he delved deeper into his work, the boundaries between the dream and reality blurred further, and his invention began to take shape once more. With "The Returner Zero" reimagined, Roky's hope was rekindled. He knew that the device held the potential to break free from the cycle of his dream, to reshape his reality. As he embarked on this transformative journey, the city outside, New York, was undergoing its own metamorphosis. It was evolving into a bustling epicenter of an unconventional movement — that of the librarian crypto-punks. Amidst the tumultuous chaos, the heart of New York City thrived as a hub for these daring innovators, who sought to combine the power of information and technology in ways that had never been explored. Roky's quest to master time and dreams would soon intersect with this new world, where the boundaries of reality and invention merged, creating a unique tapestry of possibilities and hope.

Roky had been immersed in his work for days, engrossed in perfecting "The Returner Zero." The relentless pursuit of innovation had left him with little awareness of the world outside his hotel room. As he toiled, the persistent knocking on his door disrupted his thoughts, and he initially assumed it was an AI representative from the hotel's billing department coming to remind him of unpaid dues. He begrudgingly got up and approached the door, prepared for the inevitable lecture. As he swung the door open, Roky was met with an unexpected sight. A woman stood before him, clutching a bouquet of flowers and an apprehensive look on her face. In her other hand, she held a beautiful cat, nestled in her arms. Roky was taken aback by the unusual visit. He didn't recognize the lady, which wasn't surprising considering his recent arrival at the hotel. The lady hesitated for a moment, her eyes showing uncertainty. In a soft voice, she explained her situation. She was heading out for work, but she couldn't take her beloved cat with her. She needed someone trustworthy to look after the feline while she was away, even if only for a little while. Roky could see the genuine concern in her eyes, and a sense of compassion stirred within him. Despite his initial rejection of the flowers, Roky hesitated for a moment. The sight of the cat, a creature whose innocence and vulnerability mirrored his own in some strange way, touched his heart. In a soft tone, he said, "I'm not available for much, but I suppose I can take care of your cat while you're away. It would be my pleasure." The lady's eyes brightened with gratitude as she handed over the cat. She explained the cat's routine and quirks before leaving for work, and Roky found himself in the unexpected role of caretaker. As he watched the lady disappear down the hallway, he couldn't help but wonder how this simple act of compassion might change the course of his days. The presence of the cat brought an unexpected source of solace and companionship into Roky's life. As he continued his tireless work on "The Returner Zero," he was accompanied by the quiet purring and gentle nuzzling of the cat. In this strange turn of events, he discovered that even in the midst of his solitary pursuit of invention, there was room for a connection that transcended the boundaries of human and animal, a connection that brought a touch of warmth to his otherwise solitary existence.

Roky Morie, a brilliant yet enigmatic physicist, harbored a secret that bordered on the impossible. While the world believed that dark matter was a mysterious, invisible substance that made up a significant portion of the universe, Roky had discovered a hidden truth. He possessed the knowledge to create a counterfeit form of dark matter, one that could be abstracted from side chain phenomena in the blockchain, and he was ready to wield it to empower his groundbreaking invention: the "Returner Zero," a time-travel machine of unparalleled potential. Roky's obsession with time travel had begun during his university years. He spent countless nights delving into quantum mechanics, wormholes, and temporal paradoxes. The notion of traversing through time fascinated him to the point where sleep became a mere inconvenience, a hindrance to his unceasing quest for knowledge. One fateful day, while navigating the labyrinthine corridors of his university dorm, Roky encountered a peculiar predicament. He was carrying a small, heavy capsule containing what appeared to be a treasure of pure gold. Its shimmering allure made it seem like a valuable relic from a bygone era. As he approached the dorm's exit, a stern AI police officer stopped him and inquired about the capsule. Suspicion hung heavily in the air, and Roky's heart raced. The officer, an unyielding figure of authority, insisted on scanning the capsule's contents. Roky's mind raced, but he managed to maintain his composure. The AI police officer initiated the scan, and the results left both of them astounded. The capsule, purportedly filled with dark matter, held only a collection of tiny, glistening gold particles. In an effort to conceal the true nature of his work, Roky had ingeniously fabricated the illusion of dark matter. He had chosen gold particles due to their striking resemblance to the elusive substance. The officer, now convinced that it was just an innocent jar filled with valuable gold, allowed Roky to continue on his way. Roky realized he had dodged a bullet that day, but the experience left him with a newfound paranoia about the security of his fake dark matter. He promptly took the jar of gold particles and securely concealed it beneath the floor of his dorm room. It became a hidden secret, a safeguarded treasure for his ambitious time-travel experiments. As time passed, Roky continued to refine his time-travel machine, the "Returner Zero." His breakthroughs in manipulating dark matter, albeit artificial, held the promise of unlocking the mysteries of time itself. And when the moment was right, he knew he would use the jar of gold particles to test the machine's capacity and power, embarking on a journey that could change the course of history. Roky Morie's pursuit of time travel remained shrouded in secrecy, with the enigmatic jar of gold particles lying in wait beneath the room's floor, ready to be unleashed when the time arrived. His insatiable curiosity and relentless determination pushed the boundaries of science, leading him on a path to an extraordinary destiny where past, present, and future would become entangled in ways no one could have imagined.

As Roky Morie finished his lunch, he set off with the enigmatic lady who had become his unexpected companion. Before leaving, he left a note on his dorm room door to reassure the lady that he would return with the cat, hoping to alleviate her concerns. With the cat in tow, they made their way to the serene, lush expanse of New York City's Central Park. They strolled through the bustling city streets, passing through a world teeming with protesters and people struggling under the harsh circumstances of a society dominated by technology. In this district, hallucinative drugs had taken hold, and cryptopunks roamed freely, believing themselves to be independent citizens of the blockchain, untouchable by AI authority. Their journey eventually led them to a unique establishment, Miss Miskato's bar. Miss Miskato was an eccentric woman who operated a quaint bar offering a select menu of drinks that had become cherished by those who frequented the establishment over time. The bar was a haven of solitude, attracting a diverse array of patrons, from the seemingly bored apes to a colorful assortment of enigmatic personalities. Roky settled into a seat at the bar, ready to engage in the daily conversations that unfolded in this peculiar haven. The bar's atmosphere provided an escape from the chaotic world outside, a place where the unexpected was not only expected but celebrated, where tales of blockchain adventures and the secrets of artificial dark matter could be exchanged freely among the patrons. Roky Morie's journey was far from over, as the mysteries of time travel and the enigmatic world he had uncovered continued to unfold before him, one conversation at a time.

As night descended, Roki Mory found himself in the company of a tiny, adorable cat, a responsibility left to him by a mysterious lady from the neighboring hotel. Central Park, once tranquil, had transformed into a gathering spot for a group of rowdy punks. They congregated beneath the city's digital chandelier, creating a cacophonous party of tech-savvy rebels. In the midst of this chaos, Roki cradled the cat in his arms and hopped into his electric vehicle, steering it back towards the hotel. When he arrived and pushed through the main door, he could already hear the rhythmic clapping emanating from the lady's suite. To make his presence known, he deliberately produced some noise, hoping to catch her attention. The lady ceased her knocking on the door, and she appeared in the doorway, waving. However, there was a hint of sadness and mixed emotions in her expression. As Roki approached her, she accepted the cat with a grateful nod and smile. Without many words, she left a package of second-floor flowers and retreated to her own floor.

CHAPTER 02

In the early days of blockchain technology, a select group of visionaries had embarked on a journey to explore the moon. As this audacious dream evolved over time, it captivated the hearts and minds of people everywhere. The notion of being part of the first-ever lunar expedition became an obsession for many. These days became a cause for grand celebration, marked by the inception of a unique lunar calendar known as the "Ample Monkey Moon Calendar." Notably, crypto enthusiasts, including the trailblazers of the metaverse, rallied together to form a formidable crew. They undertook the remarkable task of constructing a citadel, designed to accommodate over 4,000 individuals in this lunar outpost. Together, they chronicled their experiences and aspirations, writing compelling articles that would forever commemorate these historic times. Their collective hope was profound: humanity's first steps toward becoming a multiplanetary species, transcending the boundaries of Earth to embrace the possibilities of a future beyond our home planet.

On a whimsical night, far beyond the southern city walls of Americana, a group of crypto punks gathered around a fire, the only source of warmth to stave off the biting cold in the unforgiving forest. These individuals were driven by an insatiable appetite; no matter what they found, it could never quell their hunger, and they constantly craved more. As they huddled together in the flickering firelight, they heard a peculiar rumor about an underground entrance leading to civilization. This entrance appeared to be locked, supposedly for safety reasons, ensuring that the inhabitants of the walled city, like a bubble under glass, could never escape. The stories about the underground were chilling, and people were filled with dread at the mere thought of venturing inside. That night, as they foraged for sustenance, scavenging the remnants of dog bones and some dried tree bark, they heard an ominous sound emanating from the nearby jungle. Panic set in, and they rushed to their makeshift camp, where they stored various makeshift weapons, ready to defend themselves. Then, a flash of lightning illuminated the forest, and out of the darkness emerged a young boy. He appeared disheveled and disoriented, clutching a crumpled paper in his hand, while a school bag dangled from his shoulder. The crypto punks slowly emerged from their hiding spots, eyeing the newcomer with surprise and curiosity. The boy gazed at the forest, his face contorted with astonishment, and he seemed to hold a secret within the crumpled paper he clutched.

In the heart of the battleground, where chaos danced hand in hand with danger, stood Amped Monkey #21 and #22, an unstoppable duo whose bond was stronger than steel. They were hailed as the "Mosquitoes of Zanzibar" for their undying loyalty and their knack for slipping in and out of missions unnoticed. Their latest mission was to rescue a heavily armored Russian emissary, swallowed by the enemy's clutches. As they navigated the war-torn terrain, they stumbled upon an enigmatic figure – part man, part ninja, struggling due to his armor's weight, unable to swim. They whisked him to safety, yet suspicions brewed within their minds. Was he a double agent, a sly snake camouflaged in another's skin? Amidst the urgency, their fears surged, leading them to an impulsive decision – they silenced him before he could share his crucial information. Before the truth met its fate, Amped Monkey #21, ever diligent, attempted to jot down the vital intel on a notepad. Alas, the wash of the waters erased every inked word, leaving nothing but smeared remnants in his pocket. Meanwhile, Amped Monkey #22, knowing his brother’s tendencies for misspellings, had pre-emptively scribbled the same details on a crumpled piece of paper. He foresaw the mishap, understanding #22's writing quirks. Thus ended the tale of Amped Monkeys #21 and #22, their legacy left tangled in the waves of Zanzibar – a story of loyalty, swift decisions, and a race against time, where the ink bled away, but their brotherhood endured

As much as the children of Japan loved immersing themselves for countless hours in the semi-real worlds of video games, one game, in particular, had garnered widespread popularity: Metal Gear Solid. As Rokie Mory's daughter stepped into the playground court of her school, she always carried two cherished items with her: a companion cotton-stuffed monkey she had crafted from an Amped Monkey Yacht Club website and a portable console containing Metal Gear Solid. Despite being too brutal for her age, she had never played the game. However, whenever she was with the cotton monkey, she felt more capable of handling the game's side missions, though she never ventured into the story mode. As the school day ended, she made her way back solemnly toward the school exit. Along the path, she stumbled upon a crumpled piece of paper. Without hesitation, she unfurled it, discovering it was titled "AMPED MONKEY 20." There was something mysterious about that paper, but she disregarded it, prioritizing solitude and avoiding disruptions rather than delving into its enigma.

Amidst the kaleidoscope of memories and his ceaseless quest for scientific marvels, Rokey Mory found himself in a peculiar interstice—an unforeseen segue that bridged his profound moments with Emily and his relentless pursuit of a time machine. In the wake of crafting the "White Paper" and charting the unexplored frontiers of space, Rokey's heart swayed between the warmth of cherished memories and the insatiable curiosity that propelled his scientific endeavors. The enigmatic words whispered by a cryptic figure lingered in the corridors of his mind: "The mysterious amped monkey #20 holds the key to unlocking new dimensions." As days turned to nights, Rokey's thoughts intertwined, oscillating between his daughter's innocent musings about humanity's ultimate purpose and the cosmic mysteries awaiting his scientific exploration. The juxtaposition of these realms, one anchored in love and familial bonds, the other in the uncharted territories of scientific discovery, seemed incongruous yet oddly connected. Emily's bright eyes and infectious curiosity illuminated the path ahead, reminding Rokey of the importance of cherishing moments and embracing the unknown. As he delved deeper into the schematics of his time machine, he realized that the pursuit of scientific knowledge mirrored the essence of humanity—ever-evolving, seeking, and daring to venture into uncharted territories. In the tranquil hours of his laboratory, Rokey found himself drawn to a peculiar artifact—a curious device etched with intricate symbols, reminiscent of ancient wisdom. Its mysterious aura whispered tales of possibilities yet to be unveiled, hinting at an enigmatic connection to the amped monkey #20. Driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a newfound sense of purpose, Rokey embarked on a journey that transcended the boundaries of conventional science. He yearned to unravel the secrets hidden within the cryptic monkey and reconcile the mysteries of the universe with the simple yet profound love he shared with Emily. As the stars shimmered in the boundless expanse above, Rokey Mory, guided by the echoes of his daughter's wisdom and the enigmatic whispers of the amped monkey #20, ventured forth into a realm where love and scientific exploration converged—a testament to the enduring quest for understanding, discovery, and the intricate tapestry of life itself.

In the vibrant, sun-soaked landscapes of Zanzibar, amidst its bustling markets and serene shorelines, there existed a shadow - a lost ninja named Kaito. He was a master of stealth and skill, trained in the ancient arts of combat and cunning, yet haunted by memories that tethered him to a past he yearned to escape. Once an elite warrior, Kaito found himself adrift in the labyrinthine alleys of Stone Town, haunted by the relentless echoes of his past exploits. His days were spent in the shadows, unseen by the island's visitors, but the weight of his memories bore heavily upon him. Flashbacks seized him, transporting him back to the chaos of battlefields where he had fought with unwavering precision, his senses sharp as blades. Yet, these memories were now jagged shards that tore at his tranquility, trapping him in a perpetual cycle of reliving past horrors. As night descended, nightmares would ensnare Kaito, dragging him into a realm of darkness where he fought phantoms of adversaries long defeated. The cold sweat on his brow spoke of the unseen battles he waged in his troubled sleep. Emotional distress gripped Kaito's heart like a vice, strangling his once unshakeable resolve. Guilt gnawed at him for the lives he had taken, for the path of shadows he had chosen. The weight of those lost souls felt heavier with each passing day. Hypervigilance became his constant companion. Even in the calm embrace of Zanzibar's beauty, Kaito remained on guard, ever watchful, unable to shed the instinct that once kept him alive in the deadliest of circumstances. Alone in his turmoil, Kaito realized he could not navigate this labyrinth of haunting memories on his own. Desperate for solace, he etched a plea for rescue onto a parchment, a plea carried by the winds to reach anyone who could offer him sanctuary from the chains of his past. Amidst the rhythmic waves of the Indian Ocean, amidst the whispers of the island's trade winds, Kaito's plea lingered, seeking a guiding light to lead him out of the darkness, to find peace amidst the beauty of Zanzibar's shores once more

In the dense jungle of Zanzibar, where the verdant foliage swallowed whispers and obscured the passage of time, a lone figure moved with the silence of a phantom. Kaito, once hailed as Frank Jaeger, the fabled Gray Fox, navigated the labyrinthine tangle of the wild, haunted by shadows from a past buried deep within. Amidst the emerald canopy, he reached out to his base, the coded message a plea veiled in secrecy and desperation. The transmission crackled through the ether, carrying the weight of his confession, a secret heavier than his own existence. The burden of knowledge gnawed at him, a truth threatening to engulf him in its depths. "I'm lost," his voice, a mere whisper in the heart of the jungle, crackled through the encrypted channel. "Send someone, anyone... or end it." The words echoed against the towering trees, ricocheting off the vibrant foliage. Kaito's plea concealed a cryptic revelation, a secret that could shift paradigms, a revelation that surpassed the gravity of his own storied past. He yearned for a familiar face, someone who shared the crucible of combat and clandestine missions – #21, a comrade from the same seam team, a soldier who understood the code of honor among warriors. The response from his base resonated in the dense jungle air. Two figures emerged from the shadows, racing through the foliage with uncanny agility. Amidst the verdant maze, the rescue team arrived – one of them was #21, a seasoned warrior whose loyalty to Kaito transcended the battlefield. "We're here, Kaito," #21's voice cut through the dense foliage, carrying a reassurance that once fueled their camaraderie. "Talk to us. What's the secret?" Kaito's eyes, haunted yet resolute, met #21's gaze. "It's bigger than us, a revelation that could shake foundations," he confessed in a hushed tone. "But I can only reveal it in person. It's too dangerous otherwise." The tangled secrets of the jungle echoed their urgency, as Kaito and #21 embarked on a journey through the labyrinthine foliage, seeking solace in the heart of the shadows. The revelation loomed over them, an enigma waiting to be unveiled, entwined with the secrets of their intertwined past. In the heart of Zanzibar's wilderness, amidst the secrets whispered by the wind, the dance of shadows continued—a journey of redemption, betrayal, and revelations awaited in the embrace of the jungle's enigmatic depths

As night enveloped Kaito, a sense of despair settled within him. As a failing ninja on a critical mission, he struggled to locate the essential Amped Monkey #21 or #22 designated to rescue him from the clutches of Zenzbar. Designed to endure and never falter in his mission, his cyborg armor began experiencing glitches in its neural circuits. His attempts at an electric recovery failed as his signal weakened. Crawling injured along the coast, he suddenly spotted a distant siren on the sea's horizon, casting ethereal lights towards him. It called out his name before vanishing, leaving him bewildered. Haunted by relentless trauma and fluctuating energy, reality and fiction blurred for him. The collision of these conflicting perceptions left him grappling with unanswered questions. Amidst his struggle, he muttered to himself, "I must find anyone capable of contacting the base. Perhaps, even if I perish, this individual can convey the secrets, preserving my duty and loyalty intact.

Struggling on the desolate coast, Kaito, wounded and haunted by glitches in his cyborg armor, sought a way to protect mission secrets. Determined to find aid, he muttered, "Someone must reach the base." Nearby, Rokey, drawn to the mysterious artifact linked to the amped monkey #20, felt a cosmic connection and an unyielding thirst for understanding. Unbeknownst to them, their paths were destined to converge, creating an alliance that would unravel truths beyond time and space

Kaito journeyed back to the year 1896, an era fading from everyone's memory. Among the remnants of the past, 150 marines and sailors remained, etched like ghosts by the war's relentless forces, returning aboard the cruiser Raccoon. Amidst the chaos of bombardment, a small naval encounter unfolded. It was during this skirmish that a new species of monkeys was discovered—a peculiar breed known as the 'Bored Amped Monkeys' stemming from an avalanche. These monkeys stood defiantly on the frontier, seemingly awaiting the surrender of British army members, including Kaito. However, contrary to expectations, the bored apes were resilient and cunning. They embodied a rebellious attitude, refusing to yield or retreat