“Is my fit that bad? I thought I was rocking this on…” Clark knew that Mooli meant no harm and rolled with it. “Thank you! You aren’t half bad yourself, either! That form you took, yeah, Vegetto told me that it was a special form. Seeing it for myself, I can see why Vegetto praised it. It’s stunning, ma’am!” An idea popped into his head. “Oh, I think Coella is the president of these tournament now, right? We should fight in the next tournament!”
“Don’t consider today’s events as a testament of my abilities, harpy. If I had a more capable body, I would’ve single-handedly won this stupid tournament. None of you would’ve dare spewing this level of disrespect towards me.” He boasted to downplay his poor showing in battle. “Just—” He fell backwards when Vegetto unexpectedly approached him and stared him down with that cold expression.
Sweating a bit, he clumsily snapped. “Y-you don’t order me around!” He stood up but the sheer difference of size between himself and Vegetto was that apparent, it was practically comical. “Daiman! Never mind that muscle-freaks, just do what I say and—”
“Anyways, that is an interesting wish.” Lucifer interjected Malugia’s sentence. “Special eyes to recognized omnipotent beings. I can do that.” The small fire wisp around his right index fingers several times before striking Berserk’s chest. After the flames disappeared after rippling once across her body, the powerpunk’s eyes changed slightly. Not enough to alter her eye colors but added a special hint of sparkles that resemble stars. “What he says is the truth, there is a city of gods, and he is indeed a resident there.” Lucifer turned to Avalon, who asked the evil god a question.
“Not all gods resided there, some are probably wandering around somewhere, but if they created life, they are automatically considered a resident. They just need to find it.” In which Lucifer refers to Berserk’s question on finding said city. “The Creator Gods infused it with strange power that only a god can recognize, and only a god can enter.” Lucifer raised his finger. “Now, with those eyes—"
“See?!” Malugia shouted over Lucifer, interrupting him. “You can mock me in this state, but once Daiman makes a wish to transfer my soul to Vegetto’s, I will truly reach the pinnacle of my true strength.” His eyes turned black at the threat that Berserk wanted to see if she could coin him. “Try as you might, you damn fire toad! Daiman! Listen to me boy, you are among people that could care less about anyone! Egos, hate, evil, darkness! You were lucky, but you won’t be for all! You think Coella is going to bail you out!? Listen to me and I shall make you a god! Use your voice and make that wish!”
Daiman furrowed his brows and turned to Lucifer. “…I wish this entire tournament was a really super fancy restaurant that served delicious food, and we all get to enjoy it to its fullest!”
After a moment of silence, Malugia lowered his arms. “…What?”
The angel blinked once before bursting out in laugh. “I can do that; I’m rather feeling starved.” Lucifer flicked the fire wisp towards the sky, and it spread throughout the entire tournament stadium. Within seconds, the tournament stadium and its aesthetics shifted dramatically, turning into a super-star restaurant that only the wealthy could afford to eat. It was breath taking of its aesthetics: stable lightning, stunning kitchens, excellent waiters and waitresses, and plentiful of tables for everyone to take a sit in. It as if the restaurant was just for the wealthy, it was something that fitted for the gods. In each table, coupled with their favorite foods and desserts in its absolute pristine quality. Everyone was heal to their fullest conditions; even Roya, appeared whole again and placed by a table of her favorite foods. The only one who did not appear in the restaurant was Seto Kaiba; it seems that he was nowhere to be found after Berserk left him out of her sight.
“Whoa!” Clark looked around after everything changed around him. “A fancy restaurant!? Last time I been in one of these was a long time ago! Nearly wiped out my allowances!” He looks at the table that showcases his favorite foods. “Great Caesar’s ghost! I haven’t seen these foods since my old world. Cruncy Noodles…!” He took a bite; tears rolling down his cheeks. “So good!”
“Wish granted. Congrats you two.” Lucifer bowed, then turned to Coella. “Congrats as well, new president of the tournament, Miss Coella. Now, Berserk. After we finished our meals, we should depart…”
“…. What?! No, NO.” Malugia flipped the table over in anger. “You wasted that wish for some food!?” He raised his finger towards the boy, gathering energy into his fingertips. “You should not have done that! Die!”
