"For our new contestant let's review the rules shall we!" The Announcer boomed out to the small crowd their large stomps and shouts was nearly deafening.

  "First Rule, No weapons besides your fists! Rule Two No armor or magical equivalent, And no magic, First Blood, Begin" the Announcer stomped his foot and a stomp rattled the floor. My opponent was fast, ducking to side air wizzed by me. Cocking my fist back I snapped forward shifting my weight into the punch into the Giants arm. My opponent winced as he withdrew from me.

  "Dance like a Butterfly, and sting like a bee" I said smirking, my opponent gave a small look of confusion but threw his head back and laughed.

  "I have know I idea what your boast means, but you might just be a worthy opponent" the Giant returned to an alert but relaxed posture. His fists was orientined downwards for fighting a smaller opponent. With a snap of muscles I was launched from the ground and into my opponent. The giant warrior moved quickly, and manged to stop me from hitting him. Turning around I had to evade a counter attack, and as his fist moved towards me. I tackled his shin and wrapping my hands around the warrior as my as possible I lifted and my system enhanced strength allowed me to easily lift the leg even against its owners will.

  "Urgh, you are strong for being so small!" Pushing off with all my strength of the supernaturally strong body. My opponent desperately tried to escape but was unsuccessful. With a flex I caused him to fall over and he was slammed into the ground he used hai palms to cushion his fall. Then with another force of will and strength I lifted him once more and when the back of his head hit the floor the ground shook.

  "HOLD! " The Announcer cried as he rushed to my opponent, with a quick check he stood up.

  "WE HAVE A WINNER! The Slivered-One!" The Announcer boomed as he lifted my small arm up and waved it about. Honestly it looked. Comical as he waved my hand about and the crowd celebrated my success. Discreetly the Warrior I had knocked out had his pulse checked.

  "You wanna fight again?" The Announcer asked me and I thought about it for a second before remembering I had nothing better to do.

  "Sure, why Not" I responded.

  My next Opponent was actually two opponents a shorter male Giant and a taller female giant, by their looks they where probably cousins or siblings.

  Moving forward I attacked first, dashing forward I struck at the dudes shin before maneuvering out of his partners counterattack. My leverages was in stats, and theirs was no doubt experience, numbers, height, and mass. System boosted strength didn't really care about mass, but that didn't eliminate it as a factor. I switched between attacking and defending between the two.

  I pushed off to the side as a fist smacked to my previous location as I closed onto the vulnerable rib cage of my opponent.

  I felt a my fist sink into the gap between his rib bones, and then the force of punch rippled through his body. His companion pursued me, twisting I hoped that she would hit her partner but she was experienced enough to pull her punch at the last second pushing off I struck at her head. Her head snapped to the side, and she backed up as she was no doubt seeing stars. Battling her male companion I pressed him until finally I manged to strike him hard enough in the mouth for him to spital blood knocking him from the fight. His remaining companion manged to hold on her own until I manged to tackle her in the jaw enough for to be knocked out.

  The exhilaration of fighting without actually having to kill someone or something.

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  Divine Plains, Noble P.O.V

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  I felt someone knock politely on my domain, waking up I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up slowly. Sensing the familiar Divinity of Dothrinoxtin, sighing I let him in pushing will into my domain I created a nice meeting room and promptly sat down.

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  Already I felt the lull of sleep trying to pull me into its embrace. Eventually Dothrinoxtin walked into the meeting room I had made.

  "What's up buddy!" The cheery divine smiled as he sat down across from me. His indefinite appearance except for his new Cheshire grin. With him he brought a tea set of something that appeared like a tea set made of strange flat metallic material.

  "I brought some mid-grade Nectar, the best stuff us lowly Daemons can get!" He said pulling out two glasses of the same material. He set one in front of me and another in front of himself. Pouring the nectar into my glass first, a reddish liquid with flakes of gold poured into my glass and then after pouring some for himself.

  "Warning drink slowly, Nectar makes it less taxing to move around, but too much at once will not be pleasant." Dothrinoxtin warned before taking a drink from his glass. Taking mine I slowly tipped it's contents into my mouth taking a small sip. A flavor like that of peaches and figs danced along my mouth. Then I felt the grips of sleep receed as a energy filled me.

  "Good, Right?" Dothrinoxtin asked knowingly, with a smirk on his face.

  "Dam right, ah some of the best drink I have ever had" I replied as I took another small sip.

  "Alright well I mainly stopped by to give you this, got to go, kinda of busy, you take this time to clean up your domain, eh?" The Dothrinoxtin said as he looked at system window, he got up and left, just like that.

  Feeling energized for the first time since I became separated from well, me I looked around at my dirty 'room', oh boy I've got work to do.

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  The Realm of Paradox, Eldritch's P.O.V

  ...

  I didn't exact number of these vision balls I seen, most were holders of some esoteric concepts. Other ones were more obvious, in their intention. Some were uplifting like the first one I had seen, some where like soap operas, most were tragedies. Righteous heirs dying from misfortune or plots and whole empires collapsing as the common. Folk suffered the most under the fall of these great empires. One I had seen was humbling and depressing. A little context, their are realms that are considered the 'Lower Realms' not literally lower but rather they gained power from emotions, beliefs, and concepts that were considered 'negative'. Most of the 'Demon Lords' were from other Realms that had been cast out for crimes but we're too powerful to kill completely.

  ...

  Vision Ball

  ...

  It started in a newly integrated world much like earth, however in their home system their were three habituated worlds. Before the system these three worlds had very little contact with each other. After the System the three worlds were able to fight off the first waves of foreign invaders, and turn their sights on each other. One was Republic, but only those of certain castes were allowed to vote all others were treated let's just say poorly. Another one, was a righteous Empire-Elective, each of their continents had an Elected Official who could vote for one person of a singular bloodline. The Bloodline of the Empire was touched by the Conceptual Plain of Justice, hence all those with it had a strict moral code. The third was the smallest and majority of their homeworld was covered by thick ice sheets. They had a series of City states that worked together to provide fot each other. The two major powers duked it out. The Empire was winning slowly pushing the Republic's forces back. However a Demon Lord had taken notice of the Emperor's Bloodline, he was a Demon Lord of Tyranny and Corruption. He slowly began to influence and infect the Empire, while making sure the Republic wasn't losing. The Tides turned the Empire was losing. Each loss led to the death of all of the people civilian or no. As the end came, the Emperor did something unthinkable he tapped into a power he thought was his bloodline. He used this new found power to destroy and bring the Republic to its knees. The price of that power would come later, the Republic and the Empire were mixing Ibeit slowly and the city states were unofficial tributaries to the Empire. The price came as the Emperor under went a sudden illness. As he was dying his soul became a bridge to the lower realms and Demons poured out. The Empire tried to fight them their leadership though was compromised. All those who had the Bloodline became unknowing servants. The whole solar system was dragged into the lower realms.

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  The End of the Vision.

  ...

  A black bile of hatred swelled up inside of me, at hr Vision. That was evil, beyond so, it was unnecessarily evil and cruel.

  "It's Alright Eldritch, it is a sad affair, but it's an important one nonetheless. Demons, are evil, not because they are taught evil. They Are Evil out of Nature, even beings who came from other realms where banished their because regret, reconciliation, and redemption where absent from them.

  "Recently though that solar system is in rebellion, a distant descendant of that Bloodline broke free from the Demon Lords control and has waged war to bring his home system back to their place In the mortal plains." The Serious stated as he assured me after I had watched. The visions of Genocide, torture, and mental games and plots was terrible.

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