POV: DIOKA
Dioka dropped from a floating shard, landing on the next platform with casual grace. Around him, the preliminaries were collapsing into confusion.
> "Alright, now it gets fun," he muttered, stretching his arms.
A top-ten ranked combatant—Rank 5, multi-lane supernova—charged, summoning a swirling storm of fire and shadow.
> "Big guy energy, huh?" Dioka said, flipping backwards and letting the attack sail past him. It carved through three other participants midair before dissipating harmlessly.
He yawned.
> "Is that all?"
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POV: GUAKULIA
Guakulia hovered above, spinning his orbs lazily. He noticed another elite participant attempting to trap him with a psychic-gravity field.
> "Adorable," he whispered.
He pushed a hand forward. The field folded like paper, sending the participant smashing into the arena wall. Not deadly—but humiliating.
> "Next!" Guakulia said.
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POV: ARENA SYSTEM / COMMENTATORS
The system tried to register the anomalies. Readings spiked, glitched, and vanished.
> "Impossible… they aren't on any lane. Their sigils? None detected!" one commentator shouted.
"They're untouchable," another added, voice trembling.
"This… isn't supposed to happen in a ranked Tournament of God preliminary!"
The crowd—high-tier supernovas, officials, and spectators—froze. Some applauded nervously. Some whispered prayers. Most were just scared.
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POV: ELITE PARTICIPANT #1 – RANK 5 (MULTI-LANE)
He tried everything: elemental storms, psychic binds, time-skew manipulation. Each attack collided with invisible forces, rebounded, or just fizzled.
> "What… how…?!" he screamed, flinging every ounce of energy he had.
Dioka flicked a finger, and the arena itself shifted midair. Platforms collapsed. Gravity inverted. The participant crashed headfirst into his own storm.
> "…not bad," Dioka said, tilting his head. "But still slow."
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POV: ELITE PARTICIPANT #2 – RANK 4 (TACTICAL)
This one tried traps, predicting trajectories, counterattacks, and ambush zones.
Guakulia smirked. With a wave of his hand, all traps became irrelevant. A gravity distortion sent the participant spinning like a pinwheel, knocking them into a corner platform.
> "Precision? Cute," Guakulia said. "You're predicting my chaos. Big mistake."
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA – PLAYFUL DOMINANCE
Dioka grabbed a shard of debris and launched it like a frisbee. It spiraled perfectly, knocking three combatants into each other.
> "Bro… imagine if we actually tried."
Guakulia laughed.
> "That's the fun part—they think we're joking. We're just warming up."
They both moved with effortless coordination, a silent language built over countless adventures. Every flick, every throw, every orbital shift of debris felt like art, though deadly.
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POV: ARENA OBSERVERS – CHAOS PANELS
Sensors overloaded. Energy readings spiked. Spectators fainted. Officials scrambled to calm lower-tier participants.
> "We can't—system cannot register anomalies," a panicked analyst said.
"They're breaking the preliminary rules," another whispered.
Even the Tournament Judges were shaking.
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POV: LOW-TIER PARTICIPANTS – PANIC
A rookie tried to defend a crumbling platform. Dioka tossed a shard near them.
> "Catch," he said casually.
The rookie barely managed to hold onto it.
> "…they're toying with us?" a muttering voice asked.
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POV: GUAKULIA – INTENSE MOMENT
An S-Rank supernova attempted a combined assault: gravity, elemental, and psychic. The system predicted total annihilation.
Guakulia blinked.
> "Please. I read chaos for breakfast."
He pushed the attack back with a precise flick. It collided with the attacker's own energy, creating a shockwave that slammed three other high-tier participants into the void.
> "And that's how we do fun," he muttered.
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POV: DIOKA – HIGH-OCTANE
Dioka's smile widened. He whispered a word. Parts of the arena transformed: walls, platforms, and obstacles moved mid-fight, forming impossible angles and trap corridors.
Participants stumbled, collided, and flailed in confusion.
> "Welcome to my playground," Dioka said, spinning a shard into a perfect orbit.
A Rank 3 participant lunged at him. He caught them midair and gently dropped them behind him, leaving them dazed but unharmed.
> "Tip: never underestimate chaos."
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POV: ARENA WIDE-SHOT / COMMENTATORS
The preliminaries had officially crossed into absolute anarchy. Gravity, space, time, and energy collided in unpredictable ways.
The anomalies didn't just survive—they dominated. They weren't playing to win; they were showing the world the meaning of power.
> "The anomalies… they're untouchable. Nothing can register them. Nothing!" a commentator screamed.
> "And somehow… they're smiling," another whispered.
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ENDING SCENE – DIOKA & GUAKULIA
Floating high above the chaos, Dioka and Guakulia looked at the arena, a shared grin passing between them.
> "We could take it easy," Dioka said.
"And ruin all the fun? Never," Guakulia replied.
The arena quaked, top-tier combatants scrambled, and the preliminaries spiraled into further absurdity.
> "Tournament of God? More like… our playground," Dioka said.
"Exactly," Guakulia added.
"And the main event hasn't even started."
The world was already taking notes. Survival in the Tournament of God wasn't just about skill. It was about adapting to chaos.
And chaos had two masters.