Endless Path : Infinite Cosmos

Though some considered it shameful to lose in your own Gift Game, Vahn just laughed off his disqualification with a smile. It wasn't like he stood to gain anything by obtaining a gold medal, so, after promising to meet with Ziros after the competition had ended, he helped to repair the arena before returning to the waiting room."I can't believe you were disqualified! That damned Black Rabbit! How could she!?"Patting Seraphina's head, Vahn replied, "Relax. She was just doing her job as Judge Master. I'm the one who created the rule stating that anyone who destroyed the arena would be disqualified. Since it was destroyed as a result of my attack being reflected by Ziros, we're both at fault. She made the right choice."Puffing out her cheeks, Seraphina wanted to complain but ultimately decided against it. Instead, her amethyst eyes began to glisten as she mused, "Well, look on the bright side. You're now free for the remainder of the competition. Wanna join me in the jacuzzi? I still have my swimsuit...though, if you really want to, I don't mind going without..."Since it had only been an hour or two since Seraphina was on the ground with the whites of her eyes showing, Vahn couldn't help issuing a soft chuckle in response to her invitation. Succubi were truly insatiable, so, after wiping away a stray tear from his eye, he hooked his hand around her thin and willow waist before guiding her towards their Community's recreation and relaxation area.........Though the matches following Vahn and Ziros weren't nearly as exciting, the crowd still got a kick out of them since they could actually tell what was going on. More importantly, the final event of the day was the Women's Pankration. This really got the crowd going, as, for a variety of different reasons, Usalia pretty much refused to wear anything but a bunny suit. Thus, while the uniforms for women in other events were relatively tame, everyone participating in the Women's Pankration was outfitted with multi-colored bunny suits, complete with stockings and a tail.Fortunately, most female Players were already accustomed to such requirements. Popularity in the Little Garden was extremely important, and, as shameless as it sounded, showing a bit of skin was one of the easiest methods to get people to remember you. This was one of the reasons Vahn had warned Asuka and Yo not to get complacent. If their enemies learned they were bashful by nature, they would not hesitate to exploit them..."What is a little kid doing here? You do realize this is a competition of strength and skill, don't you?"Craning her head to look up at the woman who had addressed her, Usalia's expression remained unchanged as she remarked, "It isn't nice to go around insulting other people, plip."At 227cm in height, the ashen-skinned woman towering over Usalia was a few centimeters short of being twice her size. She also had a mane of wild red hair tied into a careless ponytail, four arms, and blazing blue eyes that reflected a confident yet slightly concerned look. The white bunny suit she was wearing perfectly suited her, as, despite visible abs, she had large breasts, wide hips, and full thighs.Despite all of these things, Usalia didn't even flinch as she gazed up at the woman with her reddish-pink eyes and eerie white pupils. Instead, it was the ashen-skinned woman who began to feel a little uncomfortable as she crossed two of her arms and said, "I'm saying this for your own good, kid. You really shouldn't be out here."Since she didn't detect any genuine animosity from the woman, Usalia decided she would simply ignore her. This caused the ashen-skinned woman's brow to twitch, but, as she didn't really have a say in who participated in the Pankration, she just shook her head before walking off to talk to yet another youthful-looking contestant.Following the woman's departure with her eyes, Usalia's gaze briefly lingered on the woman's ginormous bottom as the notion that she was just worried about the younger participants briefly crossed her mind. At the same time, however, Usalia couldn't help wondering where the woman had come from. The power radiating from her body was comparable to an Overlord, and, as far as she could tell, the woman was holding back quite a bit."Hmmm..."Though she had witnessed the battle between Vahn and Ziros, it never crossed Usalia's mind that the four-armed redhead might have some connection with him. She had never been the brightest, so, even though the woman was wearing the exact same insignia on her chest, Usalia failed to take notice. Instead, she shifted her gaze towards the sky and muttered, "I'm hungry, plip...I wonder what Vahn is going to make for dinner...?"......After momentarily pacifying the insatiable Seraphina, Vahn was going over the list of participants with a marginally amused smile on his face.In hindsight, Vahn realized he should have included a clause stating that participation was limited to Players who had already been a part of a Community prior to registering. Because he hadn't, quite a number of Communities had fallen prey to Factions and Alliances located within the 4-Digit Gates.By promising to let the higher-digit Communities become an extension of their far more powerful organization, many of the personalized Gifts Vahn had prepared had already fallen into the hands of people intending to oppose him. He actually found this rather amusing, but, at the same time, he couldn't help shaking his head at the short-sightedness of the people who had given up their Gifts to pander to people who regarded them as little more than peons.Shaking his head, Vahn just so happened to stumble across the same four-armed woman that had attempted to dissuade Usalia from participating. She had the same six-armed insignia that Ziros had been wearing, but, instead of being emblazoned on her back like a banner, it was pinned above her breast like a standard flag badge."Pweamma the Protector? Hmm...this could be troublesome. If she also has access to the Law of Erasure, her opponents are going to suffer..."Since the rules of the Game Board prevented death, Vahn wasn't too worried. Sure, there was a chance that she had been sent to eliminate Usalia, Fenrir, or anyone else who had been sent to participate from his side, but that wasn't very likely. Rather, even if she were as powerful as Ziros, her chances of victory against Usalia wouldn't exceed 10%.Pulling up the brackets, Vahn saw that Usalia and Pweamma wouldn't be competing against each other till the third and final day of the event. This was probably for the best as it was going to be hard for people to remain hyped after witnessing his and Ziros's battle on the very first day."Let's see who Usalia is going to be fighting today...Ona Lanka? That's an interesting name..."Immediately after those words left his lips, Vahn's expression froze as he pulled up the profile of the woman named Ona Lanka. She was a literal mountain of a woman, and, based on the curved horns protruding from her scalp, she either had demon, dragon, or oni heritage.Under normal circumstances, Vahn wouldn't have been surprised by someone else's appearance. He had literally interacted with eldritch entities and creatures most would consider abominations based on appearance alone. In other words, it was pretty difficult to catch him. Ona Lanka in a bunny suit? That was apparently more than enough."I should have taken racial characteristics into consideration when I was making my decision...not that she looks bad..."After recovering from his momentary stupor and getting a better look at her features, Vahn realized that Ona Lanka was actually quite the beauty. Sure, she had a different kind of beauty than normal but she was still a remarkable woman. If he were 300cm tall and had a physique similar to Heracles, they would probably make a good match.Hearing Vahn compliment another woman, Seraphina's eyes immediately opened as she raised her body to get a better look. Unlike Vahn, however, her expression didn't change in the slightest. The Demons of the Netherworld didn't actually care all that much for beauty. At least, not in the sense that they would judge people as being ugly just because they were different. Thus, the only things she focused on while looking at Ona Lanka were the woman's complexion and hair.Despite having a physique that would make a Samoan warrior blush, Ona Lanka's complexion was fair. As for her hair, possessed an ashen-blue sheen, and, despite resembling a mane flowing away from her scalp, there wasn't a single split end in sight. This, combined with the fact her horns were neatly polished caused Seraphina's views to fall in line with Vahn's. There was no way the horned woman would be able to compete with her but she was clearly a beauty."Are you going to make her yours...?"Rolling his eyes the moment he heard Seraphina's words, Vahn flatly replied, "No." before waving his hand to generate a large display showing the ongoing competition. Usalia's match was second from last but that didn't mean they couldn't watch the rest. After all, he was still the host, and, while he wasn't nearly as enamored as the rest of the crowd, he would be lying if he said he didn't find the sigh of beautiful women brawling in bunny suits appealing.........Hearing her name called out by Black Rabbit, Usalia awoke from her nap before bashfully rubbing the back of her head with her paws. Then, before the befuddled Judge Master could call her name a fourth time, she flashed to the top of the arena in a burst of speed that very few contestants, much less the members of the crowd, could follow.Seeing the giantess standing on the opposite of the ring, Usalia's apathetic expression morphed into one of surprise as she muttered, "Whoa...you're pretty big, plip..."As she was already annoyed by Usalia's tardiness, Ona Lanka's brows furrowed as she adopted a grappling stance and growled, "I will crush you like a bug..."Puffing out her cheeks, Usalia adopted a stance of her own. When the crowd saw this, a mighty roar shook the Colosseum, as, despite being remarkably petite, Usalia still possessed a certain appeal to her. Seeing her lower herself into a quadrupedal stance with her bubbly butt sticking out was more than enough to get the crowd riled up. As for Ona Lanka, she just raised her foot, a majestic war cry emanating from her throat as she dropped it like a hammer.Though Ona Lanka's attack was only strong enough to produce a shallow crater, the entire arena trembled as if it were influenced by a powerful earthquake. Unfortunately for her, Usalia's stance was remarkably stable. In fact, had she been at home taking a nap, this level of trembling wouldn't have been enough to wake her kittens, much less her.Recalling that she needed to get home to make sure her babies were okay, Usalia's brows furrowed nearly a whole millimeter as she charged forward to meet Ona Lanka in mid-air. The mountain of a woman had jumped the three-hundred-meter distance between them as if it were a joke, arms high over her head with the intent to carry out her promise of crushing the comparably small bunny."Usagi Punch~!"Demonstrating that size was not a qualifier for strength, Usalia left the crowd speechless as she gave Ona Lanka a furry uppercut. It didn't appear to pack any power at all, but, the moment her paw made contact with the woman's jaw, Ona Lanka's head snapped back like a speedbag as she was sent smashing into the barrier like a projectile fired from a railgun. If it wasn't for the rules of the Game Board protecting against fatal injuries, she would have splat like a bug the moment she made contact.........(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Having multiple sets of arms seems kind of unfair in a boxing/wrestling match...','Oh lawd, she'a comin...','Saitama would be proud...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

After leaving his Faux Template to take care of the closing ceremony for the first day, Vahn returned to the Sage Dragon's Hearth with Fenrir, Usalia, and Seraphina. At the same time, another version of him split off to go meet with the members of Chhah-Hathiyaar(Six-Arms), the Community that Ziros belonged to.Finding the burly old man at a rather cozy-looking tavern, Vahn briefly eyed the other guests before making his way over and taking a seat. This earned him a gruff chuckle from Ziros, who, after taking a sip of his beer, remarked, "You're a bold one. Not many people would walk into a room filled with potential enemies."Manifesting a mug of his own, Vahn emptied half the glass before exhaling a plume of alcoholic vapors from his mouth. Then, in response to the man's words, he adopted a smile and said, "The curious thing about life is that everyone we meet along our path is a potential enemy. At the same time, however, there is also the potential for cooperation and friendship. Besides, even if you were to all team up against me...I wouldn't be the one to pay a price..."Though he found the first half of Vahn's words palatable, the second half caused a deep frown to settle on Ziros's face. He didn't get the impression that Vahn was trying to threaten him. There was no animosity in his words. Rather, he exuded the aura of an aged warrior who was perfectly willing but had grown tired of killing.Shaking his head, Ziros made his intentions clear, explaining, "I didn't gather these brats to try and intimidate you. They're mostly here to celebrate their victory. I won't deny I had ulterior motives in participating in your Vahnatus but there is no ill will between my Community and the Sage Dragon's Hearth. At least, I would hope not..."Without meeting the man's gaze, Vahn maintained his smile as he stared at the contents of his glass and mused, "That's an interesting thing to hear from someone who tried to 'erase' me..."As he had just been about to take a drink of his beer, Ziros ended up doing a spit take that caused everyone in the room to immediately look over. This included the four-armed woman fated to fight Usalia, the strongest after Ziros himself."You okay, old man? Need someone to pat your back? I have hands to spare."Waving the woman down, Ziros pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth before adopting a wry smile as he said, "The only reason I used such an attack was because I knew it wouldn't be effective against you. Even now, I know this isn't your 'true' form. As far as I can tell, there should be at least five others, correct...?"Though the number was a little off, Vahn just shrugged his shoulders, answering, "Something like that..." before emptying the contents of his glass. Then, with a slightly more serious expression, he looked towards the old man and asked, "What did you want to talk about? I don't manifest multiple bodies for recreational purposes. I'm a pretty busy guy."Nodding his head in understanding, Ziros gestured for Pweamma to come over while saying, "Truth be told, I can't actually talk about the things I'd like to discuss with you. If it wasn't for my position, I might not even recall that an incident had happened..."Interrupting Ziros's speech, Pweamma adopted a toothy smile as she looked toward Vahn and said, "This is my first time meeting a Pure-Blooded Dragon. Mind if I shake your hand?"While Ziros was shaking his head with a helpless expression on his face, Vahn just returned a smile of his own as he extended his hand to shake the woman's hand. When it closed around his own like a vice, he wasn't particularly surprised. The woman was clearly a member of the Asuri tribe, and, while they weren't exactly like Amazons due to the existence of males and females, they were a race that regarded individual strength and power over all else."Hoooooo...quite the grip you got there..."Noticing that Vahn's grip was comparable to her own, fiery blue runes began to spread across Pwamma's arm as her strength drastically increased. Even then, however, Vahn just raised his brow at her, smiling as he asked, "Is this a competition? If so, I might have to get serious..."With her previously cheeky smile fading away, Pweamma became serious as she said, "Bring it on..." in a strained yet expectant tone.Though he could have crushed her hand even without it, the edges of Vahn's smile rose up as gold scales promptly erupted from his forearm. At the same time, his hand morphed into a glistening set of claws that closed around Pweamma's hand as if he were squeezing tofu.Despite paling, a condition that was rather obvious due to her ashen-grey skin, Pweamma didn't cry out in pain. Instead, a smile spread across her face as she remarked, "You're strong..."Maintaining a visibly amused smile, Vahn answered, "I'm well aware." before releasing Pweamma's hand and asking, "Need help with that?"Shaking her head, Pweamma surprised Vahn by reaching up to the middle of her bicep and simply twisting off the entire arm as if it were attached to a doll. He had noticed it during their handshake, but, seeing the shimmering metallic surface where her stump should be, it was clear that Asuri were not purely biological organisms.Waving around her 'severed' appendage, Pweamma, now appearing completely lax, mused, "When I said I had hands to spare, I never expected I would be losing one. Here, take this. You earned it~."Though it wasn't the strangest thing he had seen, Vahn couldn't help smiling wryly as he caught Pweamma's detached limb out of the air. It was heavier than expected, but, considering her muscles and bones were made out of a pale-golden metal and other metallic fibers, he wasn't too surprised. Instead, he just casually tossed it into his Inventory under the amused eyes of the inordinately tall Asuri.Before Pweamma could derail the conversation even further, Ziros loudly cleared his throat before saying, "Pweamma...please, take a seat..."Hearing the old man's words, Pweamma scrunched up her nose but ultimately complied by taking a seat on the floor. Her height, combined with the fact she was sitting in seiza, actually placed her at a similar level to the seated Vahn. The latter found this a little peculiar, but, understanding she would probably break a normal chair, he didn't bother to ask why she was sitting on the floor.After nodding his head in approval, Ziros directed his gaze at Vahn, saying, "I've never been fond of subterfuge and deceit so I'm just gonna come out and say it. Once the Vahnatus has ended, I want you to accept Pweamma into your Community as a spy."Raising his brows, the smile on Vahn's face faded as he asked, "You want me to willfully accept a spy into my home? And to think, it hasn't even been a few minutes since you called me bold..."Exhaling a sigh, Ziros adopted a serious yet noticeably apologetic expression as he explained, "Your power is far too great. It wouldn't have been an issue if you were like those apathetic old monsters in the 1-Digit Gates. Unfortunately, your actions are clearly guided by your own moral compass. It's fine for the moment, but, should you deviate toward the path of a tyrant, I fear the Little Garden will find itself enthralled in yet another war...""What does that have to do with accepting a spy into my home...?"Though he had already reached a number of conclusions, Vahn wanted to hear the excuse Ziros had thought of. At the same time, he briefly shifted his attention towards Pweamma, who, despite being revealed as a potential spy, appeared more bored than concerned.Understanding Vahn's confusion, Ziros supplied a curt nod before explaining, "Even if you don't do anything to openly antagonize them, it is only a matter of time before those in power begin to feel threatened by your existence. Having an informant within the Sage Dragon's Hearth will help abate their fears and prevent them from acting on misinformation. I can't promise they won't antagonize you, but, so long as you don't deviate from the path of righteousness and decide to burn the Little Garden to the ground, they won't be able to justify rallying an army...""Hmmm...in other words, you're putting a leash on both sides. Pweamma's reports will prevent any misunderstandings from happening, and, if I go rogue, her 'sacrifice' will give you time to prepare. Is that it...?"Nodding his head in affirmation, Ziros cast a glance towards Pweamma, his expression becoming visibly conflicted as he revealed, "The Asuri, much like Angels, are remarkably pure beings. When a member of the Asuri tribe is corrupted by malice, it will reflect in their appearance and personality. If Pweamma 'falls', you can expect the entire Divine Army to mobilize against you..."Snorting through his nose, Vahn filled his glass with an aromatic ale as he mused, "Thanks for giving me yet another reason to refuse your offer..."Furrowing his brows, Ziros was about to advise Vahn not to make a hasty decision when Pweamma beat him to the punch, asking, "You're not gonna let me join? Come on, man. You can't do me dirty like that. You already got me all hot and bothered and now you're giving me the cold shoulder? Not cool."Blinking in surprise, Vahn directed an incredulous look towards the disgruntled-looking Pweamma, stating, "You have a rather interesting way of speaking..."Supplying a snort of her own, Pweamma met Vahn's gaze with a visibly annoyed look as she flatly replied, "You got a problem with the way I talk, lizard breath...?"Though he raised one of his brows, Vahn didn't hesitate to answer, "Not really, no. At the very least, it has nothing to do with my refusal. As for your hot and bothered remark...I'm flattered, really, but I'm not going to invite you into my home just because you're willing to sleep with me. I have more than enough women for that and I'm not going to stress them out by inviting a literal spy into their midst. Besides, I don't care how the Gods view me. If they come looking for trouble, that's on them. Everyone is responsible for the consequences of their actions. The Gods shouldn't be the exception; they should set the example..."On that note, Vahn downed the contents of his glass in a single swig before slamming it down on the table with just enough force to draw the attention of the entire tavern. Then, before Pweamma or Ziros could reply, he simply vanished from the tavern as if he had never existed in the first place.........Several kilometers from the tavern where Vahn had been meeting with Ziros, a bespectacled young woman with red and black hair could be seen lying beneath a light-refracting blanket as she peered through the viewfinder of a rather dated-looking camera."This is the scoop of the century! I can't wait to write an exposé~!"As soon as those words left the woman's lips, the ostensibly invisible blanket covering her body was pulled away to reveal none other than Kanade Katana in a simple black t-shirt and a curious pair of panties with the words 'eat up' emblazoned across her butt cheeks.After freezing like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, Katana slowly peered over her shoulder to find Vahn standing there with a deadpan expression on his face. The tips of her ears became tinged with a red hue, but, rather than attempt to cover her pert and shapely bottom, she made a point to squeeze her cheeks together as she asked, "I don't suppose I could convince you to let me keep my footage...?"Though his eyes were briefly drawn to the woman's shapely bottom, Vahn ultimately just raised a brow as he asked, "What footage...?"Eyes widening, Katana turned towards her camera and the audio equipment she had set up to find that all of her tapes were missing. This caused her to panic, but, by the time she had turned around, Vahn was already gone.........(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Vahn ain't scurred of nothin'...!','Begone, thot...!','That's a plus-sized oof...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Seeing his opponent sprout additional limbs despite the restriction preventing the usage of Gifts, a look of understanding developed across Vahn's face. At that exact same time, however, a silvery fist appeared less than a centimeter away from the tip of his nose."Mmm..."Instead of dodging, Vahn allowed his body to become immaterial. This would have caught others by surprise, but, demonstrating he was no mere martial artist, Ziros's body faded into silvery-white light as another version of himself appeared from a completely different angle, this time sweeping a reality-bending kick towards Vahn's chest."Causality Manipulation...?"With his attention fully focused on the fight, Ziros had no intention of responding to the words that appeared directly within his mind. He was determined to measure Vahn's strength and ascertain the limits of his power. Thus, the moment his foot reached the apparent center of Vahn's being, an explosion of destructive silvery energy spread through the interior of the arena without impacting the surrounding barrier.Understanding that Vahn wasn't going to be defeated by a simple kick, Ziros immediately put up his guard as he attempted to create some distance. What he never expected, at least this early on, was for Vahn to appear right next to him, adding, "I'm not so bad at it myself."Sweeping one of his metallic hands in Vahn's direction, a blade of light emitted from its palm as several condensed spheres of energy gathered in each of Ziros's other hands.Demonstrating he wasn't just making arbitrary claims, Vahn watched as Ziros's attack sliced through empty space. Every attack, no matter how powerful or precise, had a possibility of missing its target. There was even a possibility that a perfectly normal apple could phase through a person's hand just as they were biting into it. By grasping hold of these probabilities and manipulating the flow of fate around them, it was possible to sway even astronomical odds in your favor.Seeing his attack miss despite the fact Vahn didn't even dodge, Ziros's eyes sharpened as he fired off the energy in his hands in seemingly random directions. At the same time, runic armor began to spread from his shoulders to his chest, gradually encompassing his upper body in the same silvery substance that comprised his additional arms.While others might accuse Ziros of cheating, Vahn knew this was the man's natural ability, not a Gift. It was similar to how the people in One Piece could use Armament Haki. He was also enjoying himself for the first time in quite a while so he, sure as hell, wasn't going to stop the fight.Noticing the beams fired by Ziros entering small tears in space-time before promptly reemerging in his blind spots, a smile developed across Vahn's face as his body appeared to 'glitch'. Then, just as Ziros manifested six blades from each of his hands, literal flames manifesting in his once azure blue eyes, Vahn flickered forward, saying, "Your offense is incredible. Let's see if your defense matches."Punctuating his words, Vahn threw what appeared to be a normal punch. This confused the crowd quite a bit, as, ever since the fight started, very few could follow it with their eyes. Despite this, even the children amongst the crowd could see Vahn's punch. Almost as if the world itself had slowed to allow it...Seeing Vahn's punch coming toward him, Ziros, for the first time in his life, regretted trying one of his finishing moves. His arms were currently spread wide, and, no matter how much he strained the muscles in his body, he knew he wouldn't be able to put up his guard before Vahn's fist connected. Even then, it might not help, as, for the briefest of moments, Vahn's fist had seemingly become the very center of creation...As that thought crossed his mind, Ziros felt as though the world beneath him had fallen away. He had been in the air, but, even then, his orientation towards the ground remained the same thanks to the Little Garden's Primary Axis. Now, in the face of Vahn's fist, it was like the only two things in existence were the seemingly innocuous punch and his body about to be hit..."Not bad, kid..."Though he was barely able to move his body, that didn't prevent a rather demonic-looking eye from opening in the center of Ziros's forehead. The iris glowed with a fierce indigo light while the sclera around it emitted an eerie black glow. At the same time, beads of crimson blood began to build near the bottom of the vertical slit, almost as if his forehead had been cut open to allow for the eye to reveal itself.While most people weren't able to see these changes, Vahn's eyes widened ever so slightly as he saw visible cracks extending from his hand and crawling up his arm. He could feel the momentum and power in his fist inverting, and, the closer his fist came to Ziros's chest, the larger the cracks on his arm became. This might have terrified someone else. As for Vahn, he just smiled even as his fist and forearm erupted in a thunderous explosion that made the spectators feel as though the world was coming to an end.........Seeing the devastation wrought by the exchange between Vahn and Ziros, a purple-skinned man with an impeccable physique, flawless facial features, intelligent amethyst eyes, and a mane of dark-purple hair that flowed away from his scalp like flames couldn't help frowning.Unlike most of the people viewing the Vahnatus, this particular man had only taken an interest after learning that his former mentor was participating. He had even gathered some of his closest friends so they could all witness the defeat of the Pure-Blooded Dragon that had been gaining influence in the East. Instead, they were treated to the scene of Vahn casually deflecting strikes that would send lesser Gods to their graves..."I now understand why our predecessor decided to participate in this farce of a competition. He is showing us the danger Vahn Aldrnari Mason represents. If we're to oppose him, we'll need to stand united. The Divine Army cannot keep fighting amongst itself."Though none of the people present disagreed with the man's statement, the most senior among them, a rather plump man with faded golden skin covered in runes, remarked, "Lord Shiva's wisdom is unmatched in this matter. However, what can we do? Ever since the previous war nearly wiped us out, the Divine Army has become fractured. The only person with the authority to command us is currently being sheltered by the White Night Demon, and, according to numerous sources, she is romantically involved with that upstart dragon."Furrowing his brows, Shiva, the Great God of Destruction, cursed, "Shiroyasha...that devious and licentious woman. This is clearly one of her schemes. The only question is, what is her aim? Is she looking for revenge...?"Shaking that thought from his mind, Shiva cast his penetrating gaze over the five men staring back at him, saying, "It doesn't matter what that scheming demoness is plotting. I will use my authority as a Grand General to convene a meeting with Perun, Odin, Zeus, Amaterasu, Marduk, Osiris, Pangu, and Yehowah. Even if they refuse to cooperate, we would be fools not to lay a foundation for future cooperation..."Though his former mentor had given up his Divinity after the war, Shiva knew exactly how powerful Ziros was. The force from his blows was strong enough to make distant stars tremble. When he got serious, even Chief Deities would be forced to bend a knee if they allowed their arrogance to blind them. His raw power was only rivaled by True Asura, a mindless being with such phenomenal might that he needed to be sealed away to prevent the Little Garden's destruction."Asura..."Hearing their Lord mutter a name that was all but forbidden within the Divine realm, beads of sweat began to form on the heads of everyone present. Fortunately, Shiva was simply reminiscing his past incarnation's encounter with the seemingly unstoppable demon. He wasn't crazy enough to unleash one of their ultimate weapons just because Vahn 'might' become a threat. That would be like using a volcanic eruption to smother a campfire before it could potentially spread to the forest. Asura was a beast of pure destruction. Unleashing him had, and always would be, their last resort.........Ignoring the fact that his arm now resembled a crystal that had been shattered beneath the elbow, Vahn looked around at the chaotic energy swirling around him with a smile. The collision between his fist and Ziros's chest had effectively destroyed the surrounding space, but, instead of collapsing in on itself, the Source Energy released from his fist had effectively formed a bubble of non-existent space where the only things that existed were himself, Ziros, and endless possibilities."You're pretty tough. The number of people who have survived one of my full-powered blows can be counted on one hand. Quite literally in this case."Holding up a single finger, Vahn made it clear that Ziros was, in fact, the only person to survive one of his full-powered blows. Sure, he might not have taken it directly, but most people couldn't even hope to reflect one of his blows, much less survive a blast powered by Source...Hearing Vahn's words, a gruff laugh emanated from Ziros's throat in spite of the fact he was now blind, deaf, bereft of five arms, and nursing a rather sizeable crater in his chest. The only reason he even knew Vahn was speaking was because the eye at the center of his forehead was the source of the reflection, and, as a result, it had emerged unscathed."It would appear...I may have...underestimated you..."Nodding his head, Vahn began to willfully mend the fabric of space and time as he replied, "Don't take it to heart. Even when I openly display my power, there are always people who think it's some kind of trick. Not that I blame them. You see, my power is so far beyond comprehension that there are times when even I can't wrap my head around it..."Recalling the various 'accidents' he had contributed to in the past, a wry and slightly melancholic smile developed across Vahn's face. There had yet to be a single enemy that could stand against him, yet, even now, he still had a long way to go if he wanted to reach the pinnacle of creation.Shaking that thought from his mind, Vahn sent a haze of green energy towards Ziros's body, rapidly accelerating his healing factor. This was the only thing he could do for him as the matter that had once comprised the man's limbs had effectively been erased from existence. Even if the literal God of Time was here, they wouldn't be able to restore Ziros's body to its previous state.Fortunately, like most beings around the pinnacle of Tier 4, Ziros's physical body wasn't the core of his being. Under certain conditions, he could even survive the complete destruction of his physical form, so, even if Vahn had left him unattended, he would eventually recover. It would just cost him a tremendous amount of Spiritual Energy...Seeing his limbs grow back in mere moments, a contemplative glimmer flashed across Ziros's eyes as he looked toward Vahn and asked, "What is your purpose...?"Shaking his head, Vahn adopted a genial smile as he said, "Purpose is something that constantly shifts from one moment to the next. Those who are bound by a fixed purpose end up becoming monsters who justify their every action as if it were guided by providence. I choose to be free. As for my goal...I just want to be with my family. It's as simple as that."Punctuating his words, Vahn extended his hand out before clasping it into a fist. This caused the 'bubble of potential' around them to immediately contract. As a result, both he and Ziros found themselves hoving in the air above the arena. More specifically, the hole where the arena used to be..."S-Since there is no longer an arena to return to, both contestants are judged to be out of bounds! B-By my authority as Judge Master, I declare that Vahn Aldrnari Mason and Ziros Ishana have been disqualified from the competition...!"......(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Vahn has entered his ultimate form...Flex Mode...!','Anton Chekhov be like, "Naruhodo..."','*wheezing* xD...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Chapter 2127: Size Isn't Everything