Chapter 20 – Cosmic Dimension Rewrite
POV: DIOKA
Dioka hovered above the arena, shards of fractured energy orbiting him like planetary fragments. Below, the first multi-lane elite team had arrived—four apex supernovas, each from a different lane, coordinated and terrifyingly efficient.
> "Ooooh, big brain squad," Dioka muttered.
"Fancy costumes, too. Cute."
Elemental Lane conjured a tornado that shredded floating platforms mid-orbit. Cognition Lane projected dozens of psychic duplicates, each flickering in impossible dimensions. Phantom Lane slipped behind Dioka, phasing through warped gravity fields. Time-Skew Lane slowed space itself, creating loops where movement delayed like distorted echoes.
> "Teamwork! Adorable!" Dioka called out, twirling his shard.
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POV: GUAKULIA
Guakulia floated lazily above, arms crossed, shifting local gravity like a gentle hand over a cosmic ocean.
> "They think lanes matter," he said.
"We'll… demonstrate otherwise."
A flick of his wrist created a miniature energy vortex that absorbed the tornado, psychic duplicates, and Phantom's strike—then spat them out into random dimensions.
> "Oops," Guakulia shrugged.
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POV: MULTI-LANE TEAM
The team tried coordination: Elemental's fire combined with Time-Skew's slow-motion; Phantom and Cognition launched twin-pronged psychic and phase strikes.
Every attack misfired. Every trap warped backward through dimensional echoes. Every strategy failed.
> "How… how are they reacting so fast?!" Cognition Lane screamed.
"This… this isn't possible," Time-Skew muttered, staring as reality itself bent around the anomalies.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA — TEAM SYNERGY
Dioka launched shards in chaotic patterns—each perfectly timed to redirect attacks back at the elites harmlessly, while the arena itself twisted like a living organism.
> "You're in my sandbox now," Dioka called.
Guakulia tossed an orb. The arena morphed: floating platforms rotated, patches of gravity inverted, and half the team tumbled across warped spatial planes like puppets on invisible strings.
> "We'll need new moves to keep up with us," Guakulia said.
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POV: MULTI-LANE TEAM — PANIC MODE
The elites tried everything: combining lanes, splitting dimensions, doubling attacks. Still, Dioka and Guakulia dodged, deflected, and laughed.
> "They're… enjoying this?" Elemental Lane whispered.
"We can't even touch them…" Phantom Lane growled.
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POV: COMMENTATORS & ARENA AI
Arena sensors overloaded. Damage metrics maxed. Reality-distortion warnings glitched.
> "Anomalies—exceeding all parameters… cannot… contain… maximum threat…" the AI stuttered.
Commentators scrambled. Analysts fainted.
> "We're witnessing… impossible gameplay," one cried.
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POV: DIOKA — CHAOTIC MASTER
Dioka spun a shard through the air, generating minor gravitational waves that twisted the arena. Platforms warped mid-flight.
> "Ohhh, careful," he said. "You might… fall."
Elemental conjured a wall of fire. Dioka casually phased through it.
> "Cute wall. Gonna keep it?"
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POV: GUAKULIA — PLAYFUL DOMINANCE
Guakulia hovered like a DJ at a cosmic turntable. Time-Skew's slowing field? Reversed. Cognition's psychic waves? Looped harmlessly. Phantom Lane's strike? Teleported behind them, tickling their feet.
> "Relax," he said. "It's just a game."
Their coordinated assault crumbled like sandcastles in a cosmic tsunami.
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POV: ARENA OBSERVERS
Remote elites gawked.
> "They're… actually having fun annihilating apex multi-lane teams," one whispered.
"This isn't skill. This isn't power. This is… chaos incarnate," another muttered.
Even SSS+ veterans admitted they'd never seen anything like it.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA — FINAL PLAY
Dioka spun a shard, creating a mirrored battlefield where the elites' attacks collided with themselves across warped dimensions.
> "Look!" Dioka said. "We call this… Team Confusion™."
Guakulia added:
> "Step two: optional chaos."
The elites scrambled, disoriented. One tripped into the mirrored field, ending up back where they started, dazed and humiliated.
> "We could end this," Dioka said, "but… nah. Let's see how far this goes."
They laughed, bouncing across energy platforms, tossing shards like cosmic confetti.
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ENDING SCENE — GLOBAL IMPACT
Every broadcast feed from the cosmic arena went wild:
Fans cheered.
Analysts panicked.
Governments considered emergency measures.
Above the chaos, floating on shard-like platforms, Dioka and Guakulia high-fived.
> "Tournament of God?" Dioka said.
"More like… our playground."
> "Exactly," Guakulia added.
"Let's keep the fun going."
The multi-lane team? Broken, humiliated, alive—but painfully aware they'd faced anomalies beyond comprehension, in a tournament that bent reality itself.