POV: DIOKA
Dioka was casually perched on a floating fragment of the arena, legs dangling. The first real SSS+ combatant—the arena's top contender—descended like a comet.
> "Rank 1… huh?" Dioka muttered.
"Big flex. Cute."
The SSS+ participant glared, energy radiating like a collapsing star. Every step shook the arena.
> "You are… anomalies," they said, voice trembling between awe and rage.
"I've never seen anyone—anything—like you."
Dioka yawned, spinning a shard between his fingers.
> "That's because we're not supposed to exist," he said. "Rules? Never met 'em."
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POV: GUAKULIA
Guakulia hovered slightly above, arms crossed, twirling collapsed energy orbs like marbles. He smirked.
> "Oh, a shiny new toy," he said.
The SSS+ combatant launched a flurry of attacks: gravity spikes, reality twists, plasma bursts—all aimed to overwhelm.
Guakulia didn't even flinch. Instead, he nudged the attack aside with a simple push of energy. The assaults collided midair, creating explosions visible across multiple platforms.
> "Tch… predictable," he muttered.
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POV: SSS+ COMBATANT
This participant was trained to annihilate lane-elites and apex supernovas alike. They expected chaos—but not this level of chaos.
Every attack they launched bent physics. Every maneuver failed to land.
> "Impossible…" they whispered. "Nothing… hits…"
A shard flicked by Dioka and grazed their armor—enough to leave a faint scratch, but no real harm.
> "You're… laughing?!" they screamed.
> "We're having fun," Dioka said, spinning the shard again.
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POV: ARENA SYSTEM / COMMENTATORS
The system screamed in digital agony. Signals glitched. Damage readings maxed, then reset to zero.
> "Anomalies… outside parameters… unkillable…" the AI muttered in error tones.
"Even the Supreme Score can't register them!" a commentator yelled.
The audience—multi-tier supernovas, elites, and government officials watching remotely—froze. Panic set in.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA – CHAOTIC SYNERGY
Dioka tossed a shard in one direction. Guakulia redirected an opponent's attack with an energy wave. They moved like a single organism, playful and deadly.
> "I'll handle the fireworks," Dioka said.
"I got the traps," Guakulia replied.
The SSS+ combatant lunged, attempting a combined reality-shift assault. Dioka caught them midair with one hand, spinning them gently.
> "Careful, or you'll hurt yourself," Dioka teased.
Guakulia flicked his wrist. The arena bent like putty, launching the combatant into a soft landing patch of energy.
> "Next time, maybe aim a little faster," Guakulia said.
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POV: SPECTATORS & LOWER-TIER PARTICIPANTS
Elite-tier supernovas covered their eyes or vomited from sensory overload. The arena's rules were breaking in real-time. Gravity inverted, floors folded, debris formed impossible geometries.
> "How… how are they surviving this?" a Rank 2 participant muttered.
"And… laughing while doing it?" another asked.
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POV: DIOKA – HIGH ENERGY
Dioka glanced around the arena, eyes glinting.
> "You know, the fun part is watching them try so hard," he whispered to Guakulia.
He clapped his hands once. The arena cracked, and fragments formed spinning rings around the SSS+ combatant.
> "Feel the chaos," Dioka said.
The combatant tried to counter—teleporting, phasing, bending reality—but every move was anticipated and twisted back against them in harmless but humiliating ways.
> "Please… this can't be real…" the SSS+ muttered.
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POV: GUAKULIA – COMEDIC DOMINANCE
Guakulia twirled an orb, casually redirecting stray energy blasts. One hand tapped the arena floor; half the platforms rotated like gears.
> "You're doing fine," he said sarcastically.
"Just… stop taking us seriously."
The SSS+ participant froze, realizing every effort was futile.
> "We… can't kill them…" they gasped.
> "Nope," Dioka replied, snapping his fingers. "Not even close."
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ENDING SCENE – WORLDWIDE REACTION
From the observation decks to remote cities:
The anomalies weren't just surviving.
They were redefining what a supernova could do.
Scores crashed. Rankings glitched. Commentators shouted incoherently.
And through it all, Dioka and Guakulia floated above the battlefield, laughing, spinning shards, tossing energy orbs—chaos incarnate.
> "Tournament of God?" Dioka said. "More like our sandbox."
> "Exactly," Guakulia added.
"Let's see who actually survives the main stage."
The preliminary round? Already a spectacle no one would forget.