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Everybody Wants to Die 2: The M E G A Thread



As Zephyr watches, he sighs. "A fight with such bestial desperation isn't one I care to watch for this long," He mutters to himself, sort of 'sitting' in mid-air. He then rights himself, shouting an announcement to Nameless and the Nilsquad. "I've made my decision. You all fight without any sense of decadence or grace. Allow a king to show you how combat should be conducted!"

A red aura begins to manifest around Zephyr as he places a hand on his chest, holding his other arm out in almost-Shakespearian fashion as he closes his eyes and begins to chant.

"Behold my glory... Hear the thunderous applause... Sit down and praise... My Golden Theater! Kingdom of Heaven and Hell... My heaven, reconstructed! This is where the limelight shines!"

His eyes flash open, glowing yellow, as his voice carries across the entire battlefield, inspiring a sense of awe in all listening. Everyone's surroundings go black as Zephyr tosses a rose into the air, manifesting a crimson, almost flame-shaped sword.

"Golden Theater of the Regal: AESTUS DOMUS AUREA!"

A magic circle appears below Zephyr, and when he stabs his blade into the ground, a wave of energy cascades out in all directions, tearing away the darkness to reveal a colosseum-like theater. All of Nil's allies can feel their strength multiplied tenfold in that moment, while Nameless, if anything, feels as though he's growing weaker than before.

"Welcome to my theater, one and all! Enjoy the show."

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"Hmm. That does sound like an interesting test, lets try it." Izumi says, activating her eyes and searching for the goblin to target, one of the mindless ones.

As she pulls out the aqua mirror she pauses for a minute, looking at the sealed corruption entities.

"Oh, and once we finish, tell me what you think we should do with the sealed corruption."

After she says this, the mirror glows again, with runes and other magical symbols and circles appearing and going in the opposite direction as before, the entire process being the exact opposite as the one behind the fusion. Once the goblin was separated, Izumi would just open a portal, and place them outside to see what happened.
 
"... All you did was give us an arena, that doesn't help tactics wise. And, I'm not sure about what to do tactically outside of 'hit him till he dies'"

"GIGA HOLY ARK"
 
Total Increase. Once more, Nameless's stats go up once again to make up for the debuff.

Luckily, the new space, if anything, is better for Nameless. Since the range has been officially reduced, Nameless uses this opportunity well.

"Bye bye, bitch!"

Nameless snaps his fingers and, just like that, every atom in Sam's body moves around to reconstruct itself. However, instead of stopping, they shoot outwards, atomizing Sam completely.

This was not Nameless's smartest move, as every other attack hits him at once, causing something like this to happen. His blood pool moves around as it starts to regenerate.
 
"Au contraire, my friend," Zephyr appears behind Nameless' remains as he twirls his flaming sword. "Here, you can fight at the peak of your ability! Just be kind enough to not destroy my beautiful reality marble too badly, yes?"

With a swing, Nameless' blood is set on fire, hampering its regeneration even further.
 
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"... Oh come on, he can regen from that?"

Nil then searches through his mind for some extra options, swapping out cards in his head...

"You know what, with the right opportunity, that might work, but first let's take something easier."

Nil swaps out his guns, manifesting a red, barbed spear.


"GAY... Wait, I cannot be say.. Ah screw it, GAY BULGE!"

The spear is thrown, distorting causality to make it's impact and wounding the cause, and the throw the effect, guaranteeing it hits as Hereward throws out another Debilitate.
 
[Lou, regen cap is Low-High. You need High regen to come back from what i did to you]
[To be fair to him, I think he had some spare shadow bugs outside of his main form that could just collect to reform him, even if he can't bring back the atoms of his previous body]
 
Zephyr looks at the spear and its impact, giving an approving nod. "Not a bad weapon... but I think it's pronounced Gae Bolg."
 
"... Yeah that makes more sense. Unfortunately I can't exactly take it back and Ichika is probably cackling right now."
 
Nameless, in a true show of how much of a tank he is, resists the transmutation. Reforming into a new body, Gae Bolg goes straight through it's heart. However...

"Ehejehhahahahahhajaja!"

He simply pulls the spear out of his chest and, miraculously regenerates. The words "I CAN'T ******* DIE" echo through the minds of everyone, although given his heavy breathing, that doesn't seem to be actually the case.

In any case, the kid gloves are out.

Destroy Senses. Now Nil is blind.

Destroy Matrices. Amakros effects on the chaotic weapons is nullified.

Psychic Impact. Zephyr takes a telekinetic blow to the jaw.

And, finally, hundreds of bombs appear on the arena's walls, intending to explode the entire place.
 
Cain looks upwards to the bombs, he diverts his attention off of Nameless to fire off a Twin-Dragon Kick that unleashes a gale of wind blowing the bombs away into the atmosphere of Mars.
 
Nil feels his senses go down.

"ESUNA!"

The negative effects on the entire party disappear, as Hereward takes advantage of Nameless' fanaticism, and the damage already dealt by Gae Bolg.

"RIOT GUNS!"

A hail of devastating gunfire is unleashed from Hereward, tearing into Nameless as vision is restored.
 
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"Ow... well, that was certainly a-"

Zephyr sees the bombs planted around the arena. "...Oh, hell no."

"I am the bone of my sword. Steel is my body, fire is my blood. I have created over a thousand blades, unknown to death, nor known to life!"
 
Enough!

Twenty-five is enough. Throwing all of the cells toward adaptation, my mind seizes. With the pure instinct of the Doppelganger, the pure logic of the Archivist, and myself as the mediator, discoveries on par with the first magics fly past me in the hundreds. There is barely a "future of magic" anymore thanks to my actions, but it must be done.

The Doppelganger takes the initiative, applying several new principles to its own bolts, aided by its own physical adaption to create more potent counter-magic, creates a storm of anti-magic with bolts numbering in the billions and only growing, all directed to Nameless, all with the Batavian Tear structure and various near-illegal properties, such as distorting time-space around themselves to move faster. The Archivist follows its lead, dropping a Philosopher's Stone into the ocean of blood below, rendering much of it useless for regeneration near-instantly, and invoking many incantations with the help of the mental cells. What feels like a whole book being spoken at the same time rings out in Nameless' mind as he feels himself grow heavier and dull, the shadows within his body increased in density to the point that they forcefully drag him downwards, tearing through his internals as they do so.

All the while, I continue my own attack, funneling counter-magic, the golden light, exotic mana formed via some later principles, and an offensive number of strange incantations, all amplified by innumerable advances in both sheer power, technique, and focus, into the wound on Nameless' "chest". The exotic mana specifically has a strange reaction to his absurd resistance and regenerative abilities, seeming to grow in power as it attempts to break through rather than dissipating and draining power from the regenerative processes to accelerate its own growth, even doing such things to the other attacks channeled at the area.
 
a gap of space is generated where a lot of mobius falls that attack nameless with the intention of destroying him on a molecular level completely
 
Amakros attack blows Nameless the hell away, reducing him to a mist of blood and going even lower-! And as the Mobiuses and Cain come-

"Gaaarrhhhhhhhhh!"

In a last act of desperation, Nameless unleashes every offensive power he has at once, causing a massive elemental explosion that can be seen from space. Zephyr's Arena is completely blown away.

Laying in the blood ocean, a stump of Nameless, missing his lower body, floats about. He looks up to Nil, smirking yet not regenerating.

"For some reason, i feel like this is my last life, kehehe. So, come on, give me a cool death!"
 
"... A cool death? A... cool, death!?"

It was needless to say Nil had not been having a good time up to this point.

His mind's gone from fear, to confusion, to a newfound, somewhat heroic spirit... only to be crushed by the thing in front of him deciding to LMAO yeet Europe. Stressful event after stressful event after stressful event... Seeing people needlessly die because... because?

There is no because dammit, it just is some chaotic evil hellspawn, or some lawful evil Nazi Vampire, or some evil evil whatever.

... Except for one because. Some girl, hopped up on power stolen from him, decided to make a funny little test, for the sake of making other multiversal enforcers and torturing him. Sure, he did some bad stuff, no one could turn that down, but...


"CUT THE SHIT!"

At this particular moment, Nil is done putting up with it. He resorts to his more extreme method, swapping cards as Hereward's guns charge with energy, built up stress and insanity from everything, and fires it straight into Nil.



CALL OF CHAOS

And from that call, was beckoned the wrath of the Dragon of Dogma, and the Madness of the Berserker.

"I'M GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB HOWEVER THE HELL I WANT YOU ELDRICH LITTLE ****! THE SAME WAY YOU KILLED MILLIONS OF PEOPLE BECAUSE SOME MUSHROOM ************ DECIDED IT WOULD BE FUNNY!"

Nil draws a massive club, holding it in both hands and charging at unholy speed towards Nameless as he starts to reform.

NINE LIVES

Nameless is bashed over and over and over, ripping apart his regen as Nil disappears into a blur from the sheer rage he currently experiences. Letting out absolutely everything as a form of physical force, tearing apart the landscape, the arena, whatever remained of Nameless' spawn. The shockwaves alone uplift massive chunks of Mars' terrain, sending shards of earth flying into the air, as if trying to run away as fast as possible from Nil's onslaught.


Suddenly, access to Nil's memories open like a floodgate, as his attempts to conceal them entirely fail upon the surge of rage he unleashed.

He sees Nil, full of himself all the way to the moment he was torn down from Godhood, put into agonizing pain, realizing his wrongs before fading away...

But he didn't fade away. He's here right now, forced into Ichika's game.

And from his position, he can follow Nil's steps clearly. His fear at being destroyed again, all the way to now.
 
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[Allow me to note that every PC has Acausality, aka rewinds and redos would only affect the world around them, not actually them]
 
[The memory loss thing would be the only negative effect of this version of the Do Over inator as it is instead mean to open a time rift]
 
"EhehhehehehehehehAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! KYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

As Nameless gets ripped appart, his sadomasochistic laughter spreads through the entirety of Mars. It sounds... genuinely happy.

"LET THE HATRED FLOW THROUGH YOU BOY! FEED ON THE CHAOS! REALIZE YOUR DEEPEST DESIRES AND FOLLOW MY STEEEEPPSSSS!"

And as the body mass reaches below 30%, Nameless starts thinking. As his mind is the source of his psychic powers, he desides to use his last moments well.

Let's see... man, that was some good stuff. I hope daddy Dante is proud at least. Still, this guy sure talks big for being a wannabe torture guy. What is this, a redemption arc? Hehehe, that's ******* funny.

20%

Man, i'm still sad i didn't manage to kill Sam. Stupid bitch.

10%

Mental Communication. Amakros.

"**** you, that hurt like a bitch and i can't even feel pain."


5%

I really am gonna miss all of this. Genocide is an underrated hobby... god. It's a shame. I don't wanna die... pfff hahaha! As if. I can't have these ******* thoughts while dying, that would be the most hypocritical thing ever.

1%

Guess this is my last moments. Was fun... wait! There's still something else.

0.1%

Control Causality.

0%

There is nothing left of Nameless. He is dead.
 
As Nameless perishes at last, much of the harm he was causing seems to be undone.

Most notably, the existential Chaos in Europe seems to be fading rapidly, however much good that can even do still.
 
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Even as Nameless' mass is whittled down and eventually ceases to be entirely, Nil continues his rampage relentlessly, using Nine Lives over and over and over again, tearing apart the area until, finally, after finding himself in a several hundred kilometer deep crater, it runs out. Call of Chaos recedes, Heat Mode expires, and Mad Enhancement stops having an effect on his mind. He stands there, breathing heavily, massive club in hand, before he just swaps to Caster again, putting away the club and taking a few deep breaths. As the fight comes to a close, his fusion with Dura also runs out, jettisoning him and the 7 corrupted dragon balls along with him.
 
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