>>5354978“Being X!” you mutter under your breath, focusing on your hatred to keep yourself conscious. But then Caulifla quits muttering, finishing her incantation and unleashing a wave of divine magic. It pours into the fallen Chaya, into your own gaping chest wound and the organs damaged by her blows. But also to your surprise, as you feel yours and Chaya’s bodies readily absorbing the magic, you also sense something else. Karn’s body, or more specifically his energy, is slightly <span class="mu-s">REPELLING</span>the divine energy! The effect isn’t enough to stop the healing, in fact you think you’re the only one who even notices.
But then her healing magic ends, you looking down to see that you’re actually fully healed as well. You no longer have a hole in your chest, and breathing deeply no longer hurts either. The big punch Chaya’d landed eariler had no doubt shattered your sternum, but thanks to the Type 101’s power you’d managed to fight through. Taking deep, filling breaths you then see one of Vox’s mic’d cameras flying over, no doubt to hear your words. After all, you did what was perceived to be impossible for a non-Saiyan: you dethroned the now-former Champion of Dreadzone. You close your eyes and take a final, deep breath, thinking over what you’ll say, then when you’re ready exhale, eyes focused on the camera. It’s showtime.
“I did it.” you say, holding your arms spread low and wide. Similarly to how that tyrant Lord Freeza stands, a stance of power and dominance. “Bear witness: I, General Tanya Degurechaff, defeated the former champion Chaya!”
"C'mon Cauli, let's leave her to her celebration. Let’s go home.” you hear Karn say from behind you, but you don’tlook back, instead focusing on your own declaration.
“It is all thanks to you, my followers. My devotees. Your Faith in me is what allowed me to carry on, and-“
“Yeah, le-Wait!” Caulifla suddenly exclaims, blasting off away from you all. You turn around a bit confused, expecting an answer of some kind, but Karn’s full attention is all on his daughter. So you turn back to the camera and continue.
“Ahem. Your faith in me, your belief that I would triumph carried me to victory today.” you say, trying to focus back on the speech you’d planned before the battle even started. Planned to maximize your following off of, and get even more believers. Because, as you learned from Being X itself, your new power taken from it isn’t fixed. Such power is reliant in others’ faith in it, explaining why Being X had so desperately wanted to convert you into a believer for all those years. But unlike Being X, you know how to make the plebians believe, and that is through the wonders of technology brought about by free market captalism, and a healthy helping of violent bloodshed as well. Nothing excites the people like an entertaining deathmatch.
