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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 191 Epilogue I-
<span class="mu-s">AGE 754, DREADZONE CHAMPION'S QUARTERS</span>
“Dammit!” you snarl, slamming your fist down on your desk. “Dammit dammit dammit!!”
“G-General?” your longtime assistant Major Voktoriya Serebryakov, or Visha as several of your former subordinates nicknamed her asks you. She sounds nervous, almost afraid of you at your sudden outburst. “Are you okay?”
“It's still not enough!” you shout, jerking off your headphones before slamming your palms on the table and surging upright. Stepping away from the table, you wildly run your hands through your hair, pacing in a small circle around the aptly named 'War Room'. “Everything I've thought up hasn't worked! Even doubling the forces from last time doesn't slow her down enough to even be a contest! Dammit!”
But then everything stops. The major freezes, the audible hum of air recycling, everything grinds to a halt. And you hear an all-too familiar voice speaking to you.
“Is this how a god should behave? Letting their emotions overcome them?” Being X's voice comes, echoing out in this timeless space. “Especially a self-proclaimed “Goddess of Strategy”?”
“Oh, fuck off already. Don't you have someone else to bother?” you say with a sigh. You are Tanya Degurechaff, General and Champion of Dreadzone, stealer of divine power, and now you're facing your worst challenge yet: devising a method of defeating that spoiled Saiyan bitch Chaya. Again. The first time you beat her, you were able to capitalize on her arrogance, wearing her down and taking her out after she was weakened. But you have a feeling that particular plan won't work twice. “Unless you have a workable idea, go away so I can think.”
“Mortals defying the natural order is quite vexing, is it not?” Being X says, you seeing that this time his words are coming from the Chaya avatar on your simulation's screen. Which only pisses you off more. “But you're not going to be able to overpower her. Even two to one, by my estimates, she'll defeat you. A shame you haven't gathered enough worshipers to compete.”
“There's no way in hell I'd ever out-popular her, at least among general, non-niche audiences.” you fire back, fury fading as you argue and rationalize your position. “With this body I don't appeal to the widest range of men like her more developed and toned figure, and her airheadedness is seen as more approachable and 'cute' than myself.”
“She is quite the performer.” Being X agrees, then throws another jab your way. “Too bad you aren't able to capitalize on this, with all your experience.”
“Even when I do, it STILL isn't enough.” you retort, returning to your pacing while remembering how poorly a battle between the two of you here on Dreadzone Station went. Her estimated power was still around 80% when the battle concluded, you defeated at her feet. “I'm going to have to come up with something completely different.”
