POV: DIOKA
Dioka yawns, casually stretching across a floating shard of debris.
> "Bro… they still think this is a normal arena."
With a flick of his finger, a cityscape folds like origami, the streets looping over themselves. Clones of himself appear in every corner, some walking on invisible planes, others upside down.
> "Let's see how they handle this."
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POV: GUAkULIA
Guakulia smiles, folding probability into nested loops.
> "Every attack, every dodge… I've already played through a thousand outcomes. Still, this is fun."
He sends a pulse of warped energy. Time around the challengers splits, making every second feel like ten.
> "Bro… keep up!"
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POV: KAELTHAR (Challenger #1)
Kaelthar roars, black lightning arcing across the warped arena.
> "Impossible… their powers aren't real!"
He unleashes God Mode Omega Form, his energy fracturing the air, but the anomalies bend it back at him, redirecting the blast in a kaleidoscope of destruction.
> "What is happening…?!"
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POV: RYNVEK (Challenger #2)
Rynvek grits his teeth. His probability calculations max out, his mind spinning in every dimension at once.
> "Every path… leads to… failure…"
He tries an attack meant to phase through reality itself, but Dioka casually opens a pocket dimension, sending the attack into an alternate arena entirely.
> "Oops. Wrong house, bro."
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TOURNAMENT OF GOD OFFICIALS
Monitors flash UNREGISTERED ENERGY LEVEL: INFINITE.
> "System… cannot track. They're rewriting the arena!"
Supreme Observers float above, trying to intervene, but every movement is mimicked and countered by clones, illusions, and warped space.
> "Containment protocols… useless," mutters one.
> Another whispers:
"They're not just anomalies… they're a glitch in the system itself."
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BATTLE ESCALATION – REALITY BENDS
Terrain folds, loops, and spins mid-battle.
Gravity shifts constantly; one moment up is down, the next sideways.
Energy blasts explode and reform into living constructs that act independently.
Clones of Dioka and Guakulia mock the challengers, speaking in riddles while attacking from impossible angles.
> Kaelthar's roar echoes: "We're not losing… we can't!"
> Rynvek: "We have to adapt… we must survive!"
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COMEDIC CHAOS MOMENT
A massive explosion from Kaelthar's Omega Form should have obliterated the arena. Instead, Dioka casually rides the shockwave like a surfboard, drinking from a floating cup of energy juice.
> "Bro… smooth ride."
Guakulia flips through an energy newspaper that shows Kaelthar and Rynvek struggling in real-time.
> "Breaking news: challengers get absolutely roasted by chaos itself."
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POV: DIOKA & GUAkULIA TOGETHER
The two sit side by side atop a floating shard of warped city, lazily observing the challengers.
> Dioka: "Honestly… we could end this in one move."
> Guakulia: "And ruin the fun? Never."
They high-five. A shockwave from their combined power sends minor clones of themselves spinning into the void.
> "Round two… or should we go infinite?"
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ENDING TEASE – OFFICIALS PANIC
Supreme Observers look at the arena in disbelief.
> "They've turned the Tournament of God… into their personal playground."
One whispers:
> "If they reach full synchronization… we might have to cancel the event entirely. Reality itself is at stake."
Meanwhile, the challengers push harder, forcing themselves to evolve mid-battle, their God Mode abilities maxing out just to survive one more strike.
> Kaelthar: "We… won't… lose…"
> Rynvek: "Even if the world breaks…"
And somewhere above it all, Dioka and Guakulia laugh like gods, untouchable, untethered, and unstoppable.