Chapter 11: the twisted king vs the star unit

Micha looked at the training area with analytical eyes. The area was filled with many hills without any tree cover.Such an area left all easily visible. Looking upwards he saw a red mechanized suit floating in the air. This made his mood extremely sour.

"of course you would be here like a well-behaved child." Micha laughed without thinking. He did not pay any attention to his brother in the suit who was spraying out the color of regret and longing. "You womanizing son of a bitch."

"Micha, don't get ahead of yourself..." Fortune rebuked, bringing her son back to reality before casting a condemning gaze at the suit briefly. "Those powers are his for now, you can't change that."

"I understand, but it doesn't help my mood." Micha sighed, bringing his gaze to his fellow contestants. Just by looking at everyone's cards, reading their powers, he realized "we're at ground zero."

"You think!" Fortune yelled, surprised by her son's lack of awareness. "why else would they put your brother here?"

All of the blessings in the training area were combat-oriented or could be used to cause destruction. Micha could immediately understand why his brother, someone who could overcome his damage nullification, was here.

Micha shrugged, "Damage control." He then pointed at one ‘psyker’, tall and muscular with a large beard, and said, "Deathmatch is quite the powerful loose cannon. I'm gonna avoid him."

"Yes but he's a mindless brute." Fortune shook her head,dismissing the bearded man who felt like someone was talking about him. She scanned over the fake psykers looking at another fake psyker, a female with bright blue hair "Mrs.Blue is known for her ability to steal stamina, you're not that effective at endurance matches."

"And I can't use her own ability against her." He bemoaned, he could only make one copy of a power. Looking at the contestant once again, he focused on a thin, petite lady dressed in what looked like a nun's outfit. "I know she's a monster."

The girl was like a doll,just like her mother yet her power glowed brightly just like her father.

"I'm copying that ability." Micha nodded, greed overflowing from his form.

"no you are not." Fortune refused as the siren echoed across the area and Micha bore witness to a one-sided war. The 'psykers' were able to easily overpower the various small army of contestants that ran at them.

"Dummies" A young lady with dark brown hair sighed while Micha and Fortune silently nodded.

He along with others observed the conflict, gathering information about their opponents. Micha knew from experience that rushing in with no information or plan was a disastrous idea. He took a quick glance at his fellow intelligence gatherers.

He could see the brown-haired, nun-garb-clad girls to his northeast. Robshaw logistics and the Salville family scion were to the west of him. He was hunting a notable Psyker named Revenge, whose child was on his back. Perhaps she knows about him? He saw a silver-haired man eating bread to the east. Near the silvette was the heir to the Hozoshin Spear style.

Everyone was a monster in Micha's opinion, he for one wasn't planning on getting caught in the crossfire of the battle before him. He figured out a different way to get points after all. So he used an ability called jump to leap far away from the battle to a secluded area where the echoes of battle couldn't reach him.

"time to set up a healing camp." Micha huffed creating three medium sized huts of earth around him. It was while placing mats outside that he received visitors and he was sent flying a short distance away. The ear-bleeding screech of metal grinding against air radiated across the makeshift medical area as Micha hit the ground.

"the hell?" Micha mumbled, looking for the elusive attacker before narrowly escaping a stomp. After which an immense pressure struck him like a train, though Micha took no damage, it rattled his bones fericely "Ok what the Fuck?"

"Die." the opponent growled, as his silver hair flailed wildly as he landed a direct hit on the king's abdomen. Despite the hit, nothing happened and Micha was covered in a multicolored aura. The silvette's single blue eye narrowed before littering Micha's body with multiple punches and kicks "Chi,kyo,kii,shie,hyo."

The punches rained down on Micha’s unguarded body as the multicolored aura became increasingly large and brighter, gathering the attention of the assailants. Noticing the change the silvette backed off creating distance between himself and his shorter adversary.

"Hmm, is that all?" the twisted king asked, his brows raised curiously. His aura was only inches from his body. "I thought the survivors of the Shard-infusion surgery were better than blessing users?"

Silvette said nothing but kept his guard up, his arms framing his face with a slight hunch in his back.

"Hmm, kickboxing?" Fortune whispered to Micha curiously "that's rather impractical."

"not when you have highly-advanced technology flowing through your body." Micha muttered back. Through the use of a power, "machine god," he could see that although his opponent lacked any blessing, he had highly advanced technology.

His muscles are interwoven with carbon nanofiber mesh that connects to two disks on his back. His skeleton was lined with forty razor-sharp bands of Orinium that were shockingly thin but that made them more flexible. Then there was his heart, a collection of nano machines that ran through his blood and connected to the various openings on his body that let out pressure. The openings were on his hands, feet, and left eye.

"Does that glorious technology flow throughout your entire body?" he asked, raising his voice to make sure his opponent could hear. He would engage his opponent in conversation to obtain information and to provoke attacks.

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"It's not glorious!" The silvette snapped, causing Micha to grin. Realizing his error, the silvette quickly shut his mouth.

"Oh? but I thought moving from a useless Forsaken to a power blessed one, was a treet most Forsaken would die for?" Micha chided with a grin, before pointing at himself "I should know, I do it for a living." Still he was met with silence so he continued "They praise me without end,calling me a 'child of god', bowing down to me and worshiping me. I've gotten used to it but it does get annoying sometimes. Why don't you do that for the people who blessed you?"

"Shut up," he said with a firm undertone of venom in his voice. "Those monsters aren't gods."

"I disagree." Micha huffed in fake anger, unlike his opponent whose anger was real, before waving a hand like a villain. "You filthy heathens should be castrated for even existing in the same world as people like us. Now? You have power that rivals us and you show no gratitude? I guess monkeys like you wouldnt understand such generosity."

Micha received silence at first. His opponent seemed to be speaking to someone, at least that's what his thoughts were indicating but Micha couldn't see them with his eyes.

"Are there others?" Micha asked, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

"Can you see them?" Fortune asked worried that they had been caught in a trap.

"No." Micha scanned him with 'Machine god' and saw that there was no communicator. "Seems like it's a blessing at work."

"We've been had." Fortune sighs sadly causing Micha to smile.

"not just yet." Micha laughed wryly as he drafted more words and a power. However, the young ruler didn't get a chance to speak as someone else was unable to control their temper after hearing his words.

His attacker was a woman with red and blue hair rather than the silvette. Micha didn't defend himself against the blue flames that consumed his body nor did he block them. As soon as the woman leapt away from Micha, flowers bloomed on her back while roots appeared on her body. Micha emerged unharmed from the flames with an indifferent expression as blood leaked from her petite form.

"Protecting your nephew's honor, I see?" Micha sighed before looking at his opponent who stood silently never taking his remaining eye off Micha even though the former could see his anger mixing with worry "as expected of a boy trained by Psyker, you don't even care about your own aunt's pain?"

The silvette gritted his teeth, unsure of whether to risk or stick with the plan.

"Well?" Micha asked, watching the roots grow just like his mad grin at the newly-learned information "She's going to turn into a beautiful flower soon. better act, destroy your plan."

The reaction was overwhelming. Isabelle rose from the ground like a ghost and decayed Micha's plant before pointing her sword at him. Not even a moment after Micha was blown apart with only his heels remaining.

Isabelle paid no attention to the yelling onlookers who were drenched in Micha's multicolored blood.

At least that's what Micha remembered from watching Isabelle emerge from the ground twenty-six seconds in the future. As he jumped back, he attempted to lessen the damage caused by the undodgeable thrust.

His brain's thoughts were accelerated to the point where time was frozen, allowing him to remember the memories of his future selves once again. Within an inconceivably small window of time Micha had his body destroyed over one hundred thousand times. He was reminded of the large gap between himself and Isabelle.

An unblockable,homing strike that represented the power, the wrath of the heavens themselves. That attack was delivered by a blade made of otherworldly energy. It seemed to be the embodiment of pure white. So white that it almost seemed unholy, like it shouldn't have ever existed.

This attack gave Micha new energy. His eyes widened before his face twisted madly. He saw it, the line, a path to survival! Victory! He concentrated on a single light in a galaxy of multicolored, multi shaped stars. The power that would save him.

Isabelle entered the world of silence. A force that spanned space and time tore through Micha as she pointed her straight long sword at her smaller opponent. As one left the world of silence, the sound of falling water echoed across the training area, followed by dust. Instead of brown dust, it was gleaming gold that ignored gravity, spiraling slowly upwards without a care in the world.

"Hmm" Isabelle hummed, trying to shield her eyes from the dust but her left arm didn't move. She also noticed that she couldn't see out of her left eye...

Micha stood completely unharmed? And his multicolored aura now covered a large area.

Her eyes widened at the realization. It was then that she screamed out in pain.

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