POV: DIOKA
Dioka lounged on a floating shard of the arena, legs swinging lazily. Around him, the preliminaries were exploding into full-blown panic.
> "Alright, warm-up done," he muttered, spinning a fragment of debris between his fingers like it weighed nothing.
A Rank 12 elemental supernova tried to flank him with a firestorm.
> "Ohhh, cute," Dioka said. A flick of his finger redirected the flames upward, forming a spiraling column that knocked three contestants into each other like dominoes.
He yawned.
> "Not even breaking a sweat."
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POV: GUAKULIA
Guakulia floated above, casually juggling pieces of the arena like toys. He noticed a top-tier telekinetic participant attempting to trap him in a psychic prison.
> "You can try," Guakulia whispered.
He pushed a finger through the invisible barrier. It shattered like glass. The telekinetic flailed wildly, trying to regain control—and accidentally slammed themselves into an entire platform, sending sparks flying.
> "Perfect," Guakulia muttered.
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POV: ARENA OVERVIEW / ANNOUNCER
The preliminaries officially descended into chaos. Systems tried tracking anomalies. Judges shouted, but the arena warped constantly, making voice and vision unreliable. Gravity flipped, platforms vanished mid-jump, and psychic shields collided with elemental walls—none holding for more than a second.
> "This… this isn't a tournament anymore," an announcer gasped over comm channels.
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POV: PARTICIPANTS
Contestants screamed, launched attacks, dodged randomly, and kept getting knocked into each other by invisible forces.
> "What—how—who—?!"
A Rank 7 reality manipulator tried to bend the arena to their favor. Dioka sneezed. The arena folded anyway.
> "…oops," he said.
> "You're kidding me," the participant screamed, trying to stabilize reality with all their strength.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA – PLAYFUL DESTRUCTION
Dioka flicked a rock. It spiraled midair, colliding with a contestant's weapon and sending them careening into the void.
Guakulia's orbs glowed, redirecting incoming attacks back into unsuspecting supernovas.
> "Bro… they think this is serious combat," Dioka laughed.
"It's literally warm-up," Guakulia replied, spinning debris around him.
> "Wait until the main event. Then it's real."
"Oh, it'll be delicious."
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POV: HERO COALITION / OBSERVERS
Commanders, analysts, and spectators scrambled. Monitors went haywire.
> "This isn't just interference… this is a force," one commander muttered.
"Impossible to track… speed, strength… the system can't read them," another replied.
Across the arena, participants were disoriented. A group of elite supernovas who trained for years were completely off-balance, unsure where "up" was.
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POV: LOW-TIER PARTICIPANTS
A rookie supernova tried desperately to defend a collapsing platform.
> "Help! Somebody—!"
Before they could finish, a fragment of arena debris gently nudged them off, depositing them safely on another floating shard.
> "…Wait, they didn't kill me?" the rookie gasped.
Dioka waved.
> "Welcome to the Tournament. Survival's part of the fun."
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POV: GUAKULIA – INTENSE MOMENT
A top-ten ranked combatant, fully aware of the anomalies now, tried to attack with combined abilities: gravity distortions, flame storms, and psychic binds.
Guakulia raised an eyebrow.
> "Cute combo. Let's see how it handles me."
He flicked his finger. The attacks merged into a single chaotic vortex that backfired, launching the participant into a floating platform's edge.
> "And that's just a warm-up," Guakulia muttered, smiling.
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POV: DIOKA – CHAOTIC CREATIVITY
Dioka's eyes glimmered. He whispered a word, and parts of the arena rearranged mid-combat, forming impossible traps, walls, and pathways. Participants had no choice but to chase constantly shifting terrain.
> "Welcome to my playground," he said, spinning a platform into a perfect orbit.
An S-Rank elemental tried a full-power blast. Dioka caught it between two floating shards, letting it bounce harmlessly until it dissipated.
> "Huh, that tickled," he said.
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POV: ARENA / CHAOS WIDE-SHOT
The preliminaries had officially crossed into madness. Gravity inverted. Energy attacks collided and exploded. Platforms moved unpredictably. Participants screamed. Observers panicked.
And at the eye of the storm? Two anomalies—calm, playful, unstoppable.
> "Honestly," Dioka said, lounging on a floating shard, "this is just getting started."
"I love it," Guakulia replied, spinning a shard like a frisbee.
The Tournament of God had begun—and the anomalies were already rewriting the rules.