POV: DIOKA
Dioka dropped from a floating shard, landing lightly on another platform. Around him, preliminaries were already fraying at the edges.
> "Alright… now it gets fun," he muttered, stretching his arms lazily.
A Rank 5 multi-lane supernova charged, summoning swirling storms of fire and shadow.
Dioka barely blinked. A subtle flick of his wrist shifted the trajectory of the storm midair. It veered, clipping three other participants instead of him.
> "Big guy energy," he said, smirking.
"Is that all?"
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POV: GUAKULIA
Above, Guakulia twirled his orbs like juggling balls. A psychic-gravity elite tried to pin him in place.
He pressed a finger into the empty space before him. The field twisted, cracked, and the participant slammed into a corner platform—humiliated, unharmed.
> "Adorable," Guakulia muttered.
"Next."
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POV: ARENA SYSTEM / COMMENTATORS
Telemetry spiked, then glitched, then vanished.
> "Impossible… they aren't registering on any lane! No signatures detected!"
"They're untouchable," another voice whispered.
"This… isn't supposed to happen in preliminaries!"
Spectators froze. Officials scrambled. Even high-tier supernovas exchanged uneasy glances.
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POV: ELITE PARTICIPANTS
The Rank 5 reality manipulator launched a full barrage: elemental storms, psychic binds, temporal distortions. Each attack collided with… something. Nothing lethal, nothing visible, yet all failed.
> "What… how…?!" he screamed, flailing in disbelief.
A small tremor, a subtle platform shift—enough to unbalance him. Dioka yawned, spinning a shard casually.
> "…not bad," he said.
"But slow."
Nearby, a Rank 4 tactical participant tried to predict trajectories, trap zones, and counterattacks.
Guakulia smiled. A gentle push of his hand subtly altered gravity. The participant tumbled, caught off-guard.
> "Precision? Cute," Guakulia whispered.
"Guess again."
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA — PLAYFUL DOMINANCE
Dioka flicked a fragment. A collision occurred—three combatants slid into each other. No casualties. Just… chaos.
Guakulia's orbs hovered, deflecting attacks, nudging platforms.
> "They think we're joking," Dioka said.
"Exactly. Just warming up," Guakulia replied.
Every move: playful, minimal, chaotic. Artful control disguised as randomness.
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POV: OBSERVERS
Monitors overloaded. Spectators fainted. Officials scrambled.
> "System can't register anomalies," one analyst whispered.
"They're breaking preliminary rules," another muttered.
Tournament judges exchanged grim looks. Something beyond ranking, skill, or logic was unfolding.
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POV: LOW-TIER PARTICIPANTS
A rookie stumbled as a platform tipped. A floating shard nudged him upright, as if offering assistance.
> "…they're toying with us?" the rookie muttered, wide-eyed.
Dioka waved casually.
"Welcome to the Tournament. Survival's part of the fun."
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POV: GUAKULIA — INTENSE MOMENT
An S-Rank supernova combined gravity, psychic, and elemental attacks. The system predicted total annihilation.
Guakulia's finger flicked. The attacks collided into each other. Shockwave launched three other participants off balance. No deaths. Just… controlled chaos.
> "And that's how we do fun," he muttered.
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POV: DIOKA — HIGH-OCTANE
Dioka whispered, shifting arena sections mid-fight. Platforms, walls, corridors subtly altered mid-combat.
> "Welcome to my playground," he said.
A Rank 3 lunged at him. Dioka caught them midair and dropped them dazed but safe.
"Tip: never underestimate chaos."
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POV: ARENA WIDE-SHOT
The preliminaries had officially crossed into unpredictable anarchy. Gravity, energy, and trajectory collided in dissonance. Participants screamed. Observers panicked.
At the eye of the storm: two anomalies, calm, smiling, untouchable.
> "Honestly," Dioka said, lounging on a floating shard, "this is just the beginning."
"I love it," Guakulia replied, spinning a shard like a frisbee.
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ENDING
Top-tier combatants scrambled. Lower-tier participants flailed. Observers whispered in awe and fear.
> "Tournament of God?" Dioka said.
"More like… our playground."
"And the main event hasn't even started," Guakulia added.
The world was learning a new rule: survival depended not just on skill—but on surviving chaos. And chaos had two masters.