POV: ARENA OVERVIEW / ANNOUNCER
The Tournament Arena had transformed into a surreal storm of floating platforms, shifting gravity fields, and impossible landscapes. Contestants scrambled to adjust.
> "Contestants, the preliminaries commence! Survival is mandatory. Glory is optional. Death… is probable."
The words barely registered. Every participant's focus was on the impossible physics around them: platforms that moved like waves, gravity that switched direction mid-jump, and invisible barriers that deflected even the most precise attacks.
Unbeknownst to them, the real chaos had yet to enter the stage.
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POV: DIOKA
Dioka perched on a crumbling sky fragment, legs dangling casually over the void.
> "Ahh, this is nice. Fresh meat, unprepared for… literally anything."
He flicked his wrist. A contestant, top-ranked and cocky, tried a flashy fireball combo. The ball turned into harmless confetti midair, raining sparks onto the contestant's head.
> "Oops. My bad."
He grinned at Guakulia.
> "Think they noticed it's us yet?"
> "Not even close," Guakulia replied, spinning a fragment of the arena into a tiny orbit around his finger.
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POV: GUAKULIA
A telekinetic participant surged forward, trying to pin Dioka with multiple floating weapons.
> "Cute," Guakulia murmured.
With a flick of his hand, all the weapons reversed direction, striking the caster instead. The contestant flew backward, landing in a neighboring platform—right into a trap Dioka had lazily set.
> "Target practice," Dioka called.
The anomalies laughed. Not cruelly, exactly—but with the pure chaotic delight of beings who could end anyone in seconds and didn't care.
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POV: PARTICIPANTS
Every contestant, from elites to mid-tier supernovas, scrambled. Gravity fields became traps. Platforms warped beneath their feet. Mental projections of psychic users shattered.
> "This arena… it's impossible!" one shouted.
"No, someone is impossible!" another corrected, teeth clenched.
All the while, the audience watched through floating observation decks, whispers spreading like wildfire:
> "The anomalies… they're already here."
No one could prove it yet. No one could see them clearly. But everyone felt it—the invisible, untouchable pressure that warped the tournament itself.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA – CASUAL CHAOS
Dioka pulled out a snack from some dimension-pocket.
> "You know, we could just end this in five seconds."
> "And ruin the fun?" Guakulia smirked, casually deflecting a high-speed punch aimed at them with nothing but a finger.
A top-ten ranked elemental tried to ambush them. With a single hand gesture, Dioka redirected the attack, creating a looping chain that smacked the assailant into three other contestants.
> "Multiplicative chaos," Dioka mused.
Guakulia hovered above, tossing small energy orbs like juggling balls. Each orb disrupted attacks, pulled platforms out of alignment, or exploded spectacularly, leaving everyone flustered.
> "This is my warm-up," Guakulia said.
> "Mine too," Dioka replied, as a platform disintegrated beneath a competitor mid-jump.
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POV: HERO COALITION OBSERVING
Commander Roval gritted his teeth.
> "That… that wasn't part of the arena design."
> "It's… moving itself?" Lieutenant Mara stammered.
> "No," Roval whispered. "Someone is moving it."
Across the floating decks, dozens of hero and villain participants were panicking. Systems couldn't track anomalies—they moved too fast, too unpredictably.
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POV: LOW-TIER PARTICIPANT
A rookie tried to defend himself with a shadow construct. Dioka casually tapped it.
The shadow melted.
> "Wha—?! How?!"
Guakulia laughed, floating circles around him:
> "Better luck next life, kid."
The contestant launched a desperation attack. It passed harmlessly through Dioka's form.
> "Solid effort though," Dioka said, munching on his snack.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA – THE HIGHLIGHT REEL
Contestant throws fire: redirected into sky, harmless.
Contestant teleports behind them: ends up 50 meters away mid-flip.
Arena attacks participant: accidentally knocked out by Dioka flicking a floating rock.
Low-tier supernova: panics, floating away uncontrollably.
All the while, Dioka and Guakulia casually comment:
> "That guy has potential… just no sense."
"Oh, he's doomed."
> "You love this part."
"Yes. It's hilarious."
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ENDING BEAT – CHAOS REIGNS
The preliminaries weren't even close to serious yet. Top-tier participants were frustrated. Lower-tier contestants were terrified. Spectators were losing their minds.
Above it all, the two anomalies lounged. Calm. Unbothered. Smiling at the chaos they had amplified.
> "And that," Dioka said, stretching, "is how you warm up for the main event."
> "Just wait until the real fights," Guakulia replied, twirling a fragment of debris into a perfect spiral.
The Tournament of God had officially begun—and nothing would survive their warm-up unscathed.