The cyborg legionaries swarmed. Asterix knocked them into a pile of scrap with a few well-aimed punches. But Caesar Mega was not just strong—he was smart . He calculated their every move.

Back in the village, the celebration lasted three days. Obelix ate 37 wild boars. Asterix received a new gold shield. And the fake Caesar Mega was given a small hut and forced to work as Getafix's potion-bottle cleaner.

"Foolish Gauls," Caesar Mega said, raising his brass cannon. "I have downloaded the fighting styles of every gladiator in history. You cannot defeat data."

The end.

Inside, on a golden throne floating above the arena via magnetic rocks, sat Caesar Mega.

He was terrifying. Half-man, half-machine. His left arm was a brass cannon. His right eye glowed red. A giant "M" was bolted onto his chest plate. When he spoke, his voice echoed from speakers hidden in the skulls of conquered kings.

"System... failure... reboo—" ZZZT.

"Choose your champion," Caesar Mega laughed. "Or I will send all of them at once."

Part 1: The Invitation to Madness

Obelix stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "I'll fight your scrap metal toys. But first—does your giant brain have any wild boar?"

But Obelix was not trapped. He had simply stopped to pick up a loose piece of the arena wall. "You talk too much," Obelix said, and threw the entire wall at Caesar Mega's face.

Asterix, Obelix, and Getafix traveled to the new Roman Colossus—a stadium twice the size of the old Colosseum, built entirely of black marble and flashing bronze mirrors that focused sunlight into deadly beams.

"Ah, the little Gauls," Caesar Mega buzzed. "I have analyzed your magic potion. It enhances muscle density by 400%. But I... I have been upgraded to 4,000%!"

As the sun set, Obelix looked at Asterix and grinned.