POV: DIOKA
Dioka hovered above the arena, spinning a shard of fractured energy lazily between his fingers. Below him, 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."
One of them, an Elemental Lane master, conjured a tornado that shredded the platforms beneath. Another, a Cognition Lane genius, projected dozens of psychic duplicates. The third, a Phantom Lane infiltrator, appeared behind Dioka. The fourth, a Time-Skew Lane manipulator, slowed the space around them.
> "Teamwork! Adorable!" Dioka called out, twirling his shard.
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POV: GUAKULIA
Guakulia crossed his arms, feet floating over a jagged energy fragment.
> "They think lanes matter," he said. "We'll… demonstrate otherwise."
With a flick of his wrist, he created a miniature energy vortex. It absorbed the tornado, the psychic duplicates, and even the Phantom's sudden strike—then spat them out in random directions.
> "Oops," Guakulia said, shrugging.
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POV: MULTI-LANE TEAM
The team tried coordination:
Elemental's fire fused with Time-Skew's slow-motion, hoping to trap Dioka.
Phantom and Cognition tried a twin-pronged psychic and phase attack.
Every attack missed. Every trap bent backward. Every strategy failed.
> "How… how are they reacting so fast?!" Cognition Lane screamed.
> "This… this isn't possible," Time-Skew muttered, watching reality itself fold around Dioka and Guakulia.
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POV: DIOKA & GUAKULIA – TEAM SYNERGY
Dioka launched shards in a pattern that looked random, but each was perfectly timed to redirect attacks back at the elites harmlessly, leaving their formations disoriented.
> "You're in my sandbox now," Dioka called.
Guakulia grinned, tossing an orb. When it hit the ground, the arena morphed: platforms twisted, gravity inverted in patches, and half the team tumbled 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, doubling attacks, splitting dimensions. Still, Dioka and Guakulia dodged, deflected, and laughed like maniacs.
> "They're… enjoying this?" Elemental Lane whispered.
"We can't even touch them…" Phantom Lane growled.
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POV: COMMENTATORS & ARENA AI
The arena sensors overloaded again. Damage metrics maxed, reality distortion warnings flashed red. The AI's voice glitched:
> "Anomalies—exceeding all expected parameters—cannot… contain… maximum threat…"
Commentators scrambled to update their livestreams. Analysts fainted.
> "We're witnessing… impossible gameplay," one cried.
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POV: DIOKA – CHAOTIC MASTER
Dioka twirled a shard through the air, spinning it so it generated minor gravitational waves. Platforms shifted under the elites' feet.
> "Ohhh, careful," Dioka said. "You might… fall."
Elemental tried to conjure a wall of flame. Dioka casually phased through it.
> "Wall's cute. Gonna keep it?"
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POV: GUAKULIA – PLAYFUL DOMINANCE
Guakulia hovered, tapping the air like a DJ. Time-Skew's slowing field? Reversed it. Cognition's psychic waves? Redirected into harmless loops. Phantom Lane's sneaky strike? Teleported behind them and tickled their feet.
> "Relax," he said. "It's just a game."
The team struggled to regain balance. Their coordinated assault crumbled like sandcastles in a tsunami.
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POV: ARENA OBSERVERS
Remote elites watched in horror.
> "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 each other.
> "Look!" Dioka said. "We call this… Team Confusion™."
Guakulia added:
> "Step two: optional chaos."
The elites scrambled, disoriented. One tripped into the mirrored field and ended 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 on energy platforms, tossing shards like confetti.
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ENDING SCENE – GLOBAL IMPACT
Every broadcasted feed from the arena went wild:
Fans cheered.
Analysts panicked.
Governments considered emergency measures.
And above the chaos, floating on their rock-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, still alive—but painfully aware they had just faced anomalies beyond comprehension.