I'm walking through the bathroom, heading towards the toilets, when suddenly I bump into something. Confused, I look up to see a tall woman standing in front of me, her face expressionless and her body eerily still.I was shocked and overjoyed to see Angelica standing before me. She looked as regal and as mysterious as ever, her dark hair framing her face and her eyes locking onto mine. I couldn't believe she was actually here, watching me fight.
I threw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. It felt so good to see her, to feel the warmth of her body against mine. For a moment, we just stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, my head buried in her chest.
I breathed in her familiar scent, a mix of roses and lilies, and felt a sense of comfort wash over me. It had been too long since we last saw each other, and I relished the moment, holding onto her tightly, not wanting to let go.
I finally pulled back slightly, still holding onto her, not wanting to break the connection. I looked up at her, feeling a mix of emotions - happiness, excitement, and a hint of nervousness.
I opened my mouth to speak, words failing me. There were so many things I wanted to say, but suddenly, all I could do was stutter and stammer, my mind going blank.
Angelica, sensing my frustration, smiled warmly and placed a gentle hand on my cheek. She spoke softly, her words as soothing as they were powerful. "You fought well," she said, her voice warm and melodic. "You have grown stronger and more confident since the last time I saw you."
I felt a flicker of pride at her words, her praise meaning more to me than anything else. But there was also a hint of something else, a sense of longing and a hint of something more. I take a deep breath, gathered my thoughts, and finally managed to say what was on my mind. "I... I missed you," I said softly, looking up at her with a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness.
Angelica's expression softened, and she reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from my face. "I missed you too," she said quietly, her voice filled with a deep understanding.
As our lips met, every worry and concern melted away. The world around us faded away, the noise and chaos of the arena replaced by the sound of our racing hearts. We held each other tightly, the kiss deepening as we poured all of our emotions into one another.
It was as if time itself had stopped, and there was only the two of us together in that moment. I never wanted it to end, never wanted to break the connection between us, but eventually we had to pull away, panting for breath and our cheeks flushed.
We held each other's gaze for a moment longer, lost in the intensity of the moment. Then, finally, I broke the silence, my voice shaky and my breath still ragged. I pulled away a little, still feeling dizzy from the kiss. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, before finally speaking.
I pulled away a little, still feeling dizzy from the kiss. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, before finally speaking. "That was... amazing," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "I can't believe you're really here."
Angelica smiled softly, her eyes softening as she looked at me. "I couldn't miss your match," she said. "I had to see you in action." I felt a rush of happiness at her words, knowing that she had come all this way just to see me. "I'm glad you did," I said, my heart swelling with gratitude.
Angelica reached out to me again, her hand gently stroking my cheek. "You look tired," she said, noticing the exhaustion in my eyes.
I shot her a cocky smirk, trying to hide the exhaustion I was feeling. "What are you talking about? I feel great," I said, even though my body was protesting and my mind was starting to get fuzzy.
Angelica raised an eyebrow, clearly not fooled by my act. "You're lying," she said bluntly. "Anyone can see you're about to collapse."
I let out a sigh, realizing that I couldn't keep up the facade any longer. "Okay, okay," I admitted. "You got me. I was holding back to human level. I didn't want to accidentally go overboard and really hurt someone."
I nodded, knowing that she understood the extent of my power. "Yeah, you know how it goes," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "If I really let loose, one punch from me could cause some serious damage. I don't wanna accidentally destroy the arena."
Angelica's expression sobered, a hint of worry crossing her features. "I know," she said gravely. "And that's why I'm concerned. You have an incredible power within you, and it's important that you learn how to control it."
I side eye and tell her Angelica, you know me too well does types of concepts don't apply to me, you know I can make and unmake every concept and ideas in all existence.
Angelica sighed, a mixture of annoyance and concern on her face. "Don't give me that look," she said, crossing her arms. "I know you're powerful, maybe more powerful than anyone else in existence. But that doesn't mean you can just disregard the laws of nature."
I rolled my eyes, feeling a little frustrated. "Laws of nature, schlaws of nature," I said dismissively. "You know I can bend and manipulate them however I please."
Angelica gave me a sharp look, her gaze hardening. "That's exactly what I'm worried about!" she said, her voice rising slightly. "You can't just play with the fabric of reality like it's some kind of toy. There are consequences to your actions."
I side eye again know that idea is non existent to me.
Angelica let out a frustrated huff, her patience wearing thin. "You don't understand, do you?" she said, shaking her head. "Just because you have the power to manipulate reality doesn't mean you should. You can't just do whatever you want without any thought for the consequences."
I rolled my eyes again, feeling a little irritated. "I get it, I get it," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But seriously, who's gonna stop me? I can make and unmake anything. Concepts, laws, ideas? They're all just playthings to me. I'm pretty sure I can handle myself."
Angelica's expression darkened, her irritation turning to anger. "Don't be so arrogant! You're playing with fire, and sooner or later, you're going to get burned. Even the gods have limits, and you're no different."
I tell her, we're literally in a universe where the idea of power, boundaries and limitations is doesn't exist, even weak gods can exist whatever they want with no limitations and worse of all you out here creating and destroying infinite and beyond absolute realities and concepts like it's a Monday job your no different either.
Angelica looked taken aback, her expression one of surprise and disbelief. "I... I don't understand," she said, struggling to process the enormity of what you just said. "Are you telling me that the very concept of limits and boundaries doesn't exist here? And that anyone, no matter their power level, can create and destroy entire realities at will?"
I nodded, my expression casual and nonchalant. "Yeah, pretty much," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Here, in this universe, there are no limits. Power, boundaries, limitations - they're just words. Anyone who has the ability to wield even a fraction of their true power can shape reality however they see fit. It's pretty wild, huh?"
I chuckled and gave her a sly smile. "And if you don't believe me, just look at yourself," I said, gesturing towards her. "You're an celectial grand queen of realities , a being of infinity beyond infinity power. And yet, here you are, in a universe where the very concept of limits doesn't exist. You're just as limitless as I am, even if you choose not to use your power to its fullest extent."
Angelica's expression fell, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She knew I was right, and it was a sobering realization for her. "I... I had no idea," she said quietly, her voice tinged with awe and fear.
I patted her on the shoulder, trying to be reassuring. "Don't worry about it," I said, my voice softening. "It's a lot to take in, I know. But the important thing is that now you know. And now you can truly let go and embrace the power within you."
I tell her like look at me I'm beyond the very idea of ideas, thoughs and meaning itself, even the idea of fiction and reality itself doesn't apply to me, the idea of beyond and boundlessness I just left that concepttelling her like look at me I'm beyond the very idea of ideas, thoughs and meaning itself, even the idea of fiction and reality itself doesn't apply to me, the idea of beyond and boundlessness I just left that concept.
Angelica looked at me, her eyes wide with amazement and awe. "You're saying... you're saying that the idea and concept of fiction and reality tself doesn't apply to you? That you're beyond the very ideas of ideas, thoughts and meanings? And that you're so powerful that even the idea of boundless and beyondness is something you've left behind?"
I let out a casual laugh, as if what I had just said was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Yeah, pretty much," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "When you're as powerful as I am, things like fiction and reality, limitations and boundaries, ideas, thoughs and meaning they just become meaningless concepts. They don't apply to me anymore. I'm beyond all of that."
Angelica looked shellshocked, her mind struggling to process the enormity of what I was saying. "How is that possible? How can you exist outside of the very concepts of fiction and reality? Isn't that... impossible?"
I walk out to see the match and say, yeah but I'm the impossible.
Angelica followed me as I walked out to watch the ongoing match, her mind still reeling from my words. "But... how can you be the impossible? It doesn't make sense," she said, her voice filled with confusion and disbelief.
I smirked, enjoying her reaction. "That's what makes me unique," I said, shrugging nonchalantly. "I am the anomaly, the exception, the singularity, a paradox. I exist outside of the bounds of logic and reason. I am the impossiblity made flesh."
Angelica shook her head, still struggling to wrap her mind around what I was saying. "But... how? How is it possible for you to exist outside of the very concepts of fiction and reality? It just doesn't make sense!"
I gave her a knowing smirk, enjoying the fact that I had thrown her for a loop. "You figure it out," I said, my tone smug and amused. "It's not something that can be easily explained. It just is."
Angelica huffed in frustration, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "That's not fair!" she protested. "You can't just drop something like that on me and then expect me to figure it out on my own wait!?"
Angelica and I turned our attention back to the arena, where Metilda was making her way to the semi finals round. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and chanting her name. She had already won the previous rounds easily, and it seemed like she was unstoppable.
I looked up at the match board, my eyes scanning the names of my potential opponents. When I saw the name of my upcoming opponent, a giant beefy man, my eyebrows raised in surprise. "Well, that's a big boy," I muttered, sizing him up.