To be honest, Game 1 is kinda boring because I wasn't really focused back then, but it's not that bad. The remaining games will definitely be better, though, since I've got a lot more ideas back then.
Game 2 will be posted tomorrow, and it's much better than Game 1.
That's all.
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The score hovered in massive, burning neon numbers above the steel-reinforced net: 1-0.
High above the arena, nestled securely in the artificial stratosphere, the opulent VIP boxes hummed with the incessant, echoing chatter of gods.
The sheer kinetic force of the previous play still hung heavy in the air, an oppressive physical pressure that visibly vibrated the pristine white sand of the court.
[Rider]: "A completely predictable outcome."
[Joyful]: "Oh, don't be so endlessly gloomy, Rider! Look closely at his eyes! He's not broken yet; he's actively thinking!"
[Architect]: "Thinking is utterly irrelevant when faced with overwhelming, absolute power."
[Gambler]: "I'm doubling down! Another twenty thousand Void Coins on Cedric! I like the way the kid glares at the impossible!"
The Dealer's voice boomed through the stadium speakers, cutting effortlessly through the cosmic banter of the VIPs. His tone dripped with theatrical, sadistic delight.
"A crushing, absolute opening strike from Cannonball!"
The Dealer roared, pacing the length of his hovering, high-tech commentary booth.
"Our challenger looks a bit rattled down there, folks! Can Cedric and his ragtag band of misfits rally, or will this be a flawless, humiliating sweep for the reigning champions?!"
"…"
Cedric looked back at his absurd, pathetic team.
Bob stood incredibly tall on the right flank, his featureless visor glowing a steady, heroic green. He was completely unfazed by the display of overwhelming power, possessing absolutely zero self-preservation instincts.
Jerry was positioned on the left, vibrating so violently that his physical form was blurring. He was slowly sinking into the sand out of pure, unadulterated terror, losing a handful of mass every time the crowd roared.
Tim was entirely underground. Only the frantic, rhythmic scraping of his digging echoed from a nearby, ever-deepening hole as he sought the cold comfort of the artificial earth.
"Listen," Cedric said, his voice low and steady.
Bob immediately snapped to attention, saluting sharply with a rigid, sandy hand. Jerry let out a high-pitched, whining whistle of pure anxiety, shrinking slightly into himself, terrified of whatever insane plan the human was about to propose.
"We cannot match their raw speed nor their power,"
Cedric explained, his purple eyes scanning the four towering behemoths across the net.
"If we try to play a traditional, linear game of volleyball with them, we lose."
"Therefore, we will not play in the normal way."
Cedric pointed directly at Tim's hole in the back corner of the court.
"Tim, keep digging, nonstop."
A muffled, hesitant click of acknowledgment came from deep beneath the sand.
"Jerry, do not stop vibrating." Cedric commanded.
Jerry whined much louder this time, terrified of the responsibility. But he vibrated even faster, turning into a solid, high-frequency blur of panicked kinetic energy.
"Bob... just be Bob," Cedric said. "If it comes at you, hit it back. Do not think."
Bob proudly pounded his chest, producing a hollow, resonant thud that echoed over the artificial wind.
TWEEEET!
The whistle blew, a sharp, digital shriek piercing the stadium's roar.
The void-infused ball materialized perfectly in Vector the Setter's floating magnetic hands. The dark energy surrounding the sphere hummed with volatile, terrifying potential.
The four-armed golem analyzed the arena's wind resistance, the artificial atmospheric pressure, and Cedric's exact stance for a fraction of a second before bumping the ball high into the artificial sky.
Cannonball vanished in a sudden, explosive burst of displaced sand. It reappeared high above the net, its massive cannon-arm drawing back with terrifying mechanical precision. The very air around its arm seemed to warp from the accumulating force.
"Incoming," Cedric muttered, bending his knees deep, his purple eyes tracking the impossible, hyper-sonic trajectory.
WHAAAM!!!
The ball shot down like a meteor, tearing through the sound barrier with a deafening screech. It dragged a trail of superheated, compressed air behind it. It was aimed directly at Cedric's chest this time, intended to crush him outright into the sand.
But Cedric was already moving. He had completely abandoned the idea of a traditional defensive dig. He knew his body could hardly withstand that blow.
He dove hard to the side, throwing his body toward the left flank, directly toward Jerry.
"Jerry! Drop the floor!" Cedric roared, sliding across the abrasive grit.
Jerry shrieked a silent, flashing yellow scream of absolute, unadulterated horror as the flaming meteor descended toward him. But Jerry obeyed the command. He pushed his hyper-vibration to the absolute physical limit, screaming chaotic frequencies into the earth.
The sand within a ten-foot radius of Jerry instantly lost all molecular cohesion. It turned from solid ground into a deep, churning pool of non-Newtonian quicksand.
The heavy, energy-infused ball slammed squarely into the center of the liquefied sand trap. Instead of a massive, concussive explosion that would wipe them out, the kinetic energy of the supersonic spike was instantly swallowed. The hyper-vibrating quicksand dispersed the friction perfectly. The sand hissed and boiled, absorbing the lethal force in a millisecond.
The ball sank three feet deep into the slurry, stalling completely. Then, the immense kinetic tension of the vibrating sand forcefully spat it back out. It popped up erratically, but completely safely, high into the air on Cedric's side of the net.
"Unbelievable! He used his own teammate's vibration to liquify the arena's physical state!" The Dealer cackled with sadistic glee. "Ruthless, brilliant tactics from the rookie!"
Cedric scrambled to his feet, ignoring the hot sand stinging his eyes. "Bob! Now! Take the swing!"
Bob didn't hesitate for a single second. He ran clumsily but purposefully toward the falling ball, his heavy, flat feet kicking up massive clumps of sand. Instead of setting it elegantly with his hands, Bob leaped high into the air and aggressively headbutted the heavy sphere with all his structural might.
The ball floated somewhat decently, albeit with a horrific lack of spin, toward the top of the steel net.
Cedric sprinted forward, his newly enhanced legs kicking up a storm of white sand. He felt the raw, pulsing surge of power in his calves. He jumped, soaring impossibly high into the neon-lit air, drawing his right arm back like a coiled whip, his purple eyes locked dead on the prize.
Across the net, the Golems reacted with flawless, terrifying synchronization. Bulwark and Mirage leaped to block him, their movements perfectly mirroring his ascent.
Bulwark formed a massive, impenetrable fifteen-foot wall of solid, compacted earth and river rock. Mirage shifted its liquid-sand form, expanding its body like a massive net. It covered any possible lateral angle Cedric could theoretically use to slip the ball past.
It was a flawless, unbreakable, mathematically perfect block that left zero margin for error.
But Cedric didn't spike it.
At the very apex of his jump, completely defying gravity for a split second, he relaxed the immense tension in his striking arm. He didn't swing. He lightly, delicately tapped the underside of the spinning ball with his fingertips.
It was a perfectly executed feint. A delicate, agonizingly slow dink right over the top of the absolute blockade.
The ball floated gently over the massive, imposing wall of the blocking Golems. It dropped rapidly toward the empty space right behind the net, directly in the dead center of their court.
Vector, the hyper-calculating Setter, recognized the physical deception instantly. The lithe, silvery golem dove forward with incredible, blinding speed to save the dropping ball. It was a perfect dive, calculated down to the millimeter to intercept the ball exactly one inch above the ground.
But Vector, in all its infinite, cosmic calculations, hadn't calculated for Tim.
Vector's leading metallic foot caught the jagged edge of one of the many shallow, hidden potholes Tim had frantically dug beneath the net. The sudden, undocumented shift in terrain geometry threw Vector's internal gyroscopic calculations completely off balance.
The golem stumbled mid-dive, its leg buckling unnaturally. It face-planted violently into the sand with a heavy, humiliating thud. The ball hit the ground softly, mere inches from Vector's outstretched, desperate metallic fingers.
TWEEEET!
"POINT!" The Dealer roared, leaning entirely out of his hovering booth, gripping his microphone.
"CEDRIC'S TEAM SCORES WITH A CUNNING FEINT!"
The holographic audience erupted into a deafening, multi-layered cheer. They flashed a chaotic sea of brilliant colors that painted the artificial sky.
"UWAHHH!!"
Sandy-chan's neon text materialized dynamically above the arena, her hands moving with sharp, assertive energy:
[UNPREDICTABLE TERRAIN MODIFICATION EXPLOITED PERFECTLY! TACTICAL DECEPTION SUCCESSFUL! CEDRIC TOTALLY USED THEIR RIGID LOGIC AGAINST THEM! SCORE: 1-1! WE HAVE A MATCH!!!]
Cedric landed softly in the sand, letting out a heavy breath. A genuine, hard-earned smirk crossed his pale face. Bob ran over, heavy footsteps thudding, and gave Cedric a massive high-five. His sandy hand smacked solidly against Cedric's palm with a loud crack.
Jerry slowly reformed from his liquefied puddle state, checking his limbs and realizing he wasn't dead. He let out a happy, rapidly vibrating trill of sheer relief. Even Tim popped his featureless head out of his deep hole. His blue visor glowed with a tiny, undeniable spark of immense pride at his contribution.
[Observer]: "Fascinating. The kid weaponized his own team's sheer incompetence."
The Dealer's voice cut through the stadium again, amplifying the rising tension in the air. "Tied up at one to one! The challengers are fighting back with absolutely everything they have! But do not underestimate the champions! They do not take kindly to being outsmarted by a puddle and a pothole!"
The next round commenced with a violent, renewed surge of hostile energy.
Vector served a high-speed, aggressive top-spin trajectory that targeted the far back baseline. Cedric dropped low, perfectly utilizing the incredible structural density of his newly gained physique. He intercepted the serve, cleanly and efficiently passing the heavy ball back up into the air.
"Jerry, drop the foundation on the left!" Cedric commanded sharply.
Jerry, currently riding high on the unexpected dopamine rush of their first score, didn't hesitate. He hyper-vibrated his legs directly into the ground near the net. The sand instantly softened into a treacherous sinkhole under Mirage's feet, just as the liquid golem moved to position a block.
Mirage stumbled, its footing completely giving way, leaving a massive, gaping hole in the Golems' aerial defense.
Bob bounded forward with unquestioning loyalty. He used his block-like, heavy sand head to smash the falling ball directly into the structural fault line Mirage had left open. The ball drilled deep into the sand on the enemy's side, completely throwing off Bulwark's tracking matrix as the massive Libero dove too late.
TWEEEET!
The massive neon scoreboard flickered. It updated the metrics instantly to a shocking 2-1 in favor of Team Cedric.
The cosmic crowd erupted into pure, unadulterated pandemonium. The grandstands violently pulsed with multicolored, dizzying light waves as millions of entities screamed in disbelief.
Across the net, the Golems stood perfectly, chillingly still. But their crimson visors began to cycle rapidly through dense, glowing lines of new code. They were adapting to the chaos.
Vector the Setter raised its upper right arm, executing a bizarrely distinct, highly unnatural sequence of motions. It rapidly tapped its own left shoulder three times. It swiped its hand down in a sharp, crescent motion. It closed its fist, and finally, pointed straight up at the stadium's central neon clock.
Cedric, standing at the baseline, caught the movement clearly with his highly perceptive purple eyes. He narrowed his gaze. It was completely out of place to waste movement. However, riding the high of taking the lead, Cedric didn't overthink it, assuming it was an intricate, encrypted tactical signal for a coordinated strike pattern.
The whistle blew for the next serve. Vector tossed the ball high. Cannonball leaped and delivered an earth-shattering, apocalyptic spike.
Cedric read the linear trajectory perfectly. He slid his body into the lane, bracing his forearms to execute a flawless, saving dig.
But right before his skin could make physical contact with the heavy, humming ball... the entire space around his forearms completely, violently warped. The air tore open with a sickening, digital static screech.
The ball simply ceased to exist in linear space.
Pop.
It materialized instantly three feet entirely behind Cedric, bypassing his physical block entirely. It bounced lazily and mockingly against the white sand.
TWEEEET!
The scoreboard updated instantly with a heavy clack: 2-2.
The crowd roared in absolute shock at the impossible maneuver. Cedric stood perfectly still. His eyes narrowed to razor-thin slits as he slowly turned to stare at the ball resting harmlessly behind him. That wasn't a standard trajectory deviation. That wasn't a curveball, or a spin trick, or a miscalculation of wind. Space itself had physically glitched.
The next rally began almost instantly, the system not allowing them a moment to breathe. The tension in the stadium tightened like a garrote wire around Cedric's neck.
The ball returned to the Golems' side. Right before Vector prepared to set the ball for the next attack, Mirage—the liquid sand golem—executed an entirely different but equally bizarre sequence of motions on the far flank.
Mirage stepped back sharply with its left leg. It struck its own chest twice with a closed, solid fist. It spun a full 360 degrees on its heel with mechanical precision.
Cedric's eyes widened.
'Another sequence'.
Instantly, the air across the entire length of the net violently shimmered. It created a heavy, pixelated visual distortion that blurred the entire enemy team from view.
Cannonball leaped through the distortion and spiked the ball. As the ball crossed the threshold of the net, it completely, inexplicably multiplied. One sphere violently fractured into five identical, humming red spheres. All five spheres descended toward Cedric's court at different, lethal, perfectly calculated angles.
Cedric lunged desperately to save what his eyes told him was the real one. His body flew parallel to the ground, his arms extending. But his arms passed straight through an empty, digital illusion. The real ball slammed heavily into the sand on his far right, kicking up a geyser of white dust.
TWEEEET!
The scoreboard clicked forward with absolute, undeniable finality: 2-3.
"AND THE CHAMPIONS TAKE THE LEAD ONCE MORE!" The Dealer screamed into his golden microphone, leaning entirely out of his hovering booth, his grin manic. "A FLAWLESS DECEPTION! MATCH POINT FOR THE GOLEMS!"
But Cedric didn't look at the score. He didn't drop his head in defeat. His mind was operating at hyper-speed, connecting the jagged, chaotic lines of raw data he had just witnessed.
Two different points. Two entirely different, highly unusual, utterly pointless sequences of physical actions. Performed by different constructs right before a critical, reality-breaking event. And both times, the fundamental physics of the arena had completely broken down to grant the Golems an absolute, unblockable, unnatural advantage. Teleportation. Duplication.
It wasn't magic. It wasn't superior strength.
Cedric calmly, methodically walked up to the net. He raised his right hand and caught the void-ball as it rolled lazily back toward him. He held the ball tightly under his arm, refusing to return it to the enemy's side for their match point serve.
He looked directly up at the floating, high-tech commentary booth.
"Dealer," Cedric's cold, steady voice cut sharply through the stadium's audio matrix. His voice was amplified by the sheer resonance of his spiritual avatar, silencing the immediate area. "I am lodging a formal objection."
The stadium's roaring crowd slowly began to hush. The millions of holographic entities murmured in profound confusion. The flashing lights dimmed slightly.
The Dealer leaned entirely over the protective railing of his booth, sliding his mirrored sunglasses down his nose to reveal his glowing, manic purple eyes.
"Oh?" The Dealer chuckled, a low, dark, rumbling sound that echoed ominously across the grandstands. "An objection? What seems to be the problem, Cedric? Did Cannonball hit you a little too hard?"
"The play is entirely illegitimate," Cedric stated clearly, his voice deadpan and unwavering. "The ball bypassed linear space entirely in the first point. And it multiplied into physical illusions in the second."
"Your elite constructs are utilizing programmed glitches. Macros. Specific physical inputs that manually force the arena's physics engine to break and rewrite reality."
Cedric pointed an accusing finger directly at the Dealer. "And more importantly... you never explained this mechanic before the match began. You intentionally withheld systemic variables from the player."
The Dealer didn't look flustered. He didn't look caught. Instead, his manic grin widened until it nearly reached his ears. His broad shoulders shook with silent, ecstatic, unhinged laughter.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ENTITIES OF THE VOID!" The Dealer announced into his golden microphone, throwing his arms wide to the grandstands, fully embracing the chaos.
"The challenger has officially cracked the hidden secret of this arena!!!"
"And yes, Cedric, you are entirely, flawlessly correct!" The Dealer shouted down to the sand, his voice echoing.
"What you witnessed are called 'Tricks'!"
The Dealer tapped his temple with a gloved finger.
"When a Trick sequence is successfully executed by a player, the system triggers a completely randomized effect! I repeat: the resulting effect is entirely, utterly random!"
"And because the system is designed to heavily reward absolute precision and flawless memory... There is a 99% statistical guarantee that the resulting glitch will be highly beneficial to the team that triggered it!"
The Dealer leaned over the booth's desk, his glowing eyes locked dead onto Cedric's.
"However, to keep the arena from entirely collapse... the system enforces a strict parameter limit! A maximum of exactly TWO Tricks can be active on the court at any given time!"
"If two Tricks are already active, any subsequent attempts to input a code will be completely ignored until one of the active Tricks expires!"
The Dealer snapped his fingers with a loud, resounding crack that echoed like a sniper shot.
"Because you caught the hidden variable, and because the rules demand absolute, undeniable sportsmanship for our betting guests above... I will officially throw out the results of the last set! We are rolling back the timeline!"
The massive neon scoreboard above the net flashed violently. The number '3' shattered into raw pixels, spinning backward rapidly before locking firmly into place.
The score returned to a clean, balanced 2-2.
"The Trick mechanics are now fully open-source and active for both sides!" The Dealer yelled into his microphone. The crowd erupted into an absolute frenzy of bloodlust and anticipation. "Next point decides the entire Game! No holds barred!"
"Wait," Cedric's voice cut through the noise again, sharp and authoritative.
The Dealer paused, lowering his microphone slightly. "What now, challenger?"
"I want a timeout," Cedric demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "A tactical huddle. If the mechanics of the game have fundamentally changed, my team needs to understand the new rules."
The Dealer blinked, entirely caught off guard by the sheer audacity of the request. A timeout?
"Granted! You have exactly sixty seconds to formulate a strategy before the system forces a serve! Make them count!"
Cedric immediately turned his back on the looming Golems. "Bob. Jerry. Tim. Get over here. Now."
Bob marched over instantly, standing at perfect attention. Jerry slowly slithered over, trembling, reforming into a vaguely humanoid, incredibly anxious shape. Tim popped his head out of the sand, blinked, and reluctantly climbed out of his deep hole, dragging his plastic shovel.
Cedric dropped to one knee in the white sand, drawing them into a tight, conspiratorial circle.
"Listen," Cedric said, his voice dropping to an intense, urgent whisper. "What we're playing will no longer be volleyball."
Jerry whined softly, his visor flashing a confused yellow.
"Look up at the stadium lights," Cedric pointed to the massive neon rigs curving miles above the arena. "They aren't just flashing randomly to look pretty for the crowd. They are broadcasting the cheat codes."
Cedric looked at Bob's featureless face, then at Jerry's shaking form. He had to simplify this to the absolute basics.
"Every time the lights flash a specific sequence of colors, it translates to a physical movement. Red might mean swipe your arm down. Blue might mean jump into the air. Green might mean step back. If we perform the sequence of movements that matches the flashing lights faster than the Golems do... we get a massive advantage. It could but it will absolutely help us."
Cedric looked at his three constructs, his purple eyes burning with an intense, calculated fire.
"But here is the problem. They process information faster than I do. I cannot look at the lights, translate the colors to movements, and perform a five-step sequence with my own human body faster than they can. I will lose that race every single time."
"So when I call out a color to you," Cedric grabbed Jerry's sandy, shaking shoulders. "You perform the exact movement I taught you. Instantly. Without thinking. Without hesitating. Do you understand?"
Jerry vibrated violently, nodding his head so fast it nearly fell off his sandy neck.
"Bob, you are Red. If I yell Red, swipe your right arm down as hard as you can."
Bob saluted sharply, locking the command into his simple matrix.
"Jerry, you are Blue and Green. Jump, or step back."
Jerry nodded, whimpering, but steeling himself.
"Tim, you are Yellow. Clap hands."
Tim looked at his plastic shovel, then at Cedric, and nodded slowly, understanding his singular purpose.
"I will handle Purple and the rest," Cedric finished.
TWEEEEET!
The timeout ended abruptly. The void-ball forcefully teleported out of Cedric's grip and was deposited cleanly back into Vector's floating hands.
Cedric walked back to his baseline position.
The stadium's neon lights immediately began to flicker erratically. They cycled through diagnostic patterns to broadcast the newly randomized codes to the players.
Blue. Yellow. Red. Flash.
Cedric's eyes locked onto Vector across the net. The Golems were no longer trying to hide it. Since Cedric knew the mechanic existed, they were going to leverage their mechanical processing speed to spam the inputs continuously and overwhelm the mortal.
Vector began moving its limbs in a hyper-precise, terrifyingly fast robotic sequence. Step left. Touch visor. Strike sand. That was the physical sequence that translated to the flickering lights. That was the first active Trick claiming a slot on the server.
Cedric didn't wait to see what the golem's glitch would do. He had to activate his own immediately.
The stadium lights shifted instantly above them. Purple. Purple. Green. Flash.
Cedric mapped the environmental code in a fraction of a millisecond.
"Bob! Jerry!" Cedric commanded loudly, his voice echoing.
Cedric slammed his own right hand against his chest twice and executed a sharp, fluid pivot on his heel. Jerry instantly stepped back without thinking.
Step back. Double-tap chest. Pivot.
The air directly around Team Cedric's side of the court violently shattered. A heavy, distorted visual glitch erupted, accompanied by a low, aggressive hum of static electricity vibrating through the sand.
The system accepted the dual inputs. The maximum limit of two active Tricks on the court was instantly reached.
The whistle blew for the serve.
Vector tossed the ball, and Cannonball spiked it with its massive, armored arm.
Because the Golems' Trick was active, the ball didn't just fly forward. It transformed mid-air into a towering, roaring vortex of localized, high-speed wind that threatened to blow Team Cedric completely out of the boundary lines and into the abyss.
But Team Cedric's own active Trick triggered simultaneously. Its completely randomized beneficial effect manifested a millisecond later to counter the assault.
The sand beneath Cedric's sneakers suddenly solidified. It transformed instantly into an impenetrable, highly magnetized metallic grid. It locked his feet firmly to the ground, granting him absolute, unyielding immunity to the wind vortex.
The howling gale slammed into Cedric's chest, tearing violently at his clothes. But he didn't move a single, solitary inch. His legs held firm like rooted iron pillars.
The void-ball roared through the center of the vortex, descending rapidly toward the left flank.
"Jerry!" Cedric shouted over the deafening wind.
Jerry, frozen in terror but magnetically locked into the grid, braced his sandy forearms, closing his eyes tightly.
The heavy ball collided violently with Jerry's arms. Because of the sheer random nature of the active glitches, Jerry's sand structure suddenly experienced a localized gravity inversion.
The ball didn't sink into his arms or blast him backward into the wall. It bounced upward with a massive, artificially amplified kinetic rebound. It rocketed high into the air toward the net at triple its original speed.
The two active Tricks officially expired. Their data cleared from the arena's server in a blinding flash of white light. The court was a clean slate once more.
The stadium lights strobed immediately in a new, highly complex configuration. Yellow. Red. Blue. Flash.
Vector and Mirage immediately began moving their bodies in tandem to claim the next input. Their mechanical joints whirred with perfect, terrifying efficiency.
Cedric saw their movement. He knew he couldn't match their processing velocity alone if they all synchronized their limbs.
"Tim! Crouch and clap!" Cedric ordered fiercely, pointing to the scrawny construct.
Tim popped his head out of the sand, heard the absolute command, and instantly dropped into a deep crouch. He clapped his sandy hands together with a loud, distinct smack.
Cedric completed the sequence himself, executing a rapid side-lunge and pointing straight at Vector across the net.
Crouch. Clap. Lunge. Point.
They beat the Golems by a single, vital microsecond.
The visual glitch flared entirely around Cedric, the air tearing open with a digital scream. The Golems' own sequence finished a fraction of a second later. It successfully activated the second and final slot on the court's server.
The ball was falling rapidly near the net. Cedric leaped into the air, his calves bursting with enhanced power, soaring high above the white tape. He drew his right arm back to deliver a devastating, game-ending spike.
And because the Golems' Trick was active, an invisible, crushing field of ultra-dense localized gravity suddenly slammed down onto Cedric's shoulders mid-air. It attempted to violently drag his physical body back down to the sand before he could strike the ball.
But Cedric's own randomized Trick countered the pressure perfectly. The moment he swung his arm through the heavy gravity, the ball's physical properties glitched entirely.
The single volleyball suddenly multiplied into ten identical, pixelated, hyper-velocity spheres. They all rained down upon the Golems' side of the court in a devastating, inescapable scatter-shot formation.
"ANOTHER MULTI-BALL GLITCH!" The Dealer screamed into his microphone.
Bulwark expanded his mud body to its absolute structural limits. It tried to cover the entire court floor, successfully blocking seven of the glitching balls with his massive, sweeping torso.
But the remaining three spheres bypassed his defense entirely. They slammed violently into the deep sand in the back corners, completely untouched.
TWEEEET!
But the scoreboard didn't change.
Because the rally wasn't officially over. The arena's system registered the original ball as still live due to a weird, unforeseen environmental glitch that kept the spheres bouncing endlessly off invisible walls.
The Golems' active tricks expired. The lights cycled instantly, refusing to give them a single breath. Green. Green. Purple. Flash.
It was a constant, relentless, mind-melting war of rapid-fire inputs and reality warping.
Vector inputted a code. The sand on Cedric's side began to violently erupt into localized, scalding geysers of boiling water.
Cedric inputted a counter-code in tandem with Bob. His feet glowed with frost, leaving a trail of solid ice over the boiling geysers. It allowed him to effortlessly slide across the deadly hazards to perfectly dig the falling ball.
Cannonball spiked a ball that instantly turned into a massive, solid block of sub-zero ice.
Bob fearlessly headbutted the ice block so hard his own head cracked open, leaking sand. But Team Cedric's active Trick triggered upon impact. It turned the deadly ice block into a swarm of harmless, glowing digital butterflies that drifted lazily over the net before solidifying back into a heavy ball.
The absolute, unrelenting tug-of-war—was spectacular and terrifying. Neither side could secure the definitive point required to clear the game safely. It was a brutal, continuous loop of action, reaction, and rapid-fire algorithmic deduction.
As soon as two tricks expired, the lights flashed. Both sides immediately scrambled to input the next code.
Cedric was operating purely on primal, unfiltered instinct now. His glowing purple eyes tracked the strobe patterns of the stadium lights before the colors even fully formed in the atmosphere.
His brain was burning, a dull, throbbing ache spreading behind his eyes. His spiritual avatar was radiating a faint mist of superheated steam from the sheer, unprecedented cognitive load of translating code to movement.
The ball shot back and forth, painting the arena in violent hues of fire, lightning, gravity distortions, and localized time-stops.
Cedric would call out a color, his team would flinch into the correct pose, and a protective barrier would shatter a meteor spike. Vector would input a sequence, and the net would grow jagged teeth, snapping at Cedric as he jumped.
It was pure, unadulterated chaos, governed only by the speed of their physical inputs.
"Bob! Red! Jerry, Green!" Cedric screamed. He dove under a laser beam that had replaced the volleyball for exactly two seconds.
The ball reverted to normal, floating incredibly high above the net, stalling in the air.
The stadium lights flickered in a massive, final, blinding configuration that filled the entire overarching dome with oppressive color.
Red. Blue. Yellow. Green. Purple. Flash.
An ultimate, unprecedented five-step master sequence embedded deep within the arena's code. A code that had not appeared the entire match.
The Golems across the net recognized it instantly. The ultimate macro. All four of them synchronized their movements flawlessly. They began to act out the complex, robotic choreography in perfect unison. They were attempting to lock down both available Trick slots with an unblockable, game-ending phenomenon.
Cedric looked at them. He looked at the flashing lights.
He knew he couldn't win a race of physical movement against four perfectly timed machines if he tried to input the five steps sequentially with his own body. He wasn't fast enough. The human body had absolute limits.
He had to break the bottleneck of time itself. He had to trust the team completely.
"Bob! RED!" Cedric roared, his voice cutting through the pandemonium like a warning siren.
Bob, unwavering in his duty, swiped his arm down forcefully.
"Jerry! BLUE AND GREEN!"
Jerry leaped high into the air and stepped backward mid-flight, a frantic blur of motion.
"Tim! YELLOW!"
Tim clapped his hands together with absolute, single-minded dedication, dropping his shovel entirely.
Cedric took the final, closing input himself. "PURPLE!"
Cedric executed a rapid, flawless 360-degree spin on his heel.
The Golems were highly precise, but they were executing the five steps linearly. They moved one limb after another through their joints, bound by animation frames and physics constraints.
But Cedric had completely bypassed the physical bottleneck. He had completely distributed the five-step master sequence across four separate, distinct physical entities simultaneously. Parallel processing.
Team Cedric completed the master input in a single, unified fraction of a millisecond.
The arena's system registered the complete sequence instantly. It accepted the code exactly 0.1 seconds before the Golems finished their linear dance.
The air across the entire stadium didn't just shimmer. It physically shattered like a massive glass mirror struck by a heavy sledgehammer.
A deafening, synthesized, agonizing scream of corrupted data echoed from the stadium speakers.
The Trick activated.
The volleyball, currently floating high in the air above the net, completely lost all its graphical textures and physical properties. It instantly transformed into a massive, glowing, low-resolution sphere of pure, blinding white light. It was the absolute manifestation of kinetic energy, entirely unbound by the arena's physics engine.
Cedric didn't just jump. The system pulled him into the air, perfectly aligning him with the glowing sphere.
His arm drew back, wrapped in crackling, reality-tearing energy.
"Take this!" Cedric roared, his voice echoing with the force of a thunderclap.
He swung his arm forward. He smashed his palm into the glowing sphere with every single ounce of strength, rage, and survival instinct he possessed.
KRA-KOOOOOOM!
The impact was apocalyptic. The ball didn't just fly over the net; it obliterated the space between them. It shot forward as a massive, continuous beam of pure white destruction, wider than a freight train.
Vector, Cannonball, Bulwark, and Mirage didn't even have time to register an error code. The beam of light completely engulfed their side of the court.
The sheer force of the impact vaporized the sand. It turned the entire back half of the Golems' court into a massive, smoking crater of smooth, molten glass. The Golems were instantly atomized. Their physical forms were completely erased from the arena's memory banks.
The beam continued. It slammed into the invisible barrier protecting the stadium walls. It caused the entire colossal structure to shake violently, alarms blaring as the system struggled to contain the damage.
TWEEEET!
The whistle blew one final, long, echoing time. It sounded deeply distorted and corrupted by the sheer magnitude of the strike.
The blinding white light slowly faded away into the air. The arena forcefully, violently reset itself back to baseline reality with a heavy, echoing thud that shook the stands.
Cedric crashed down into the soft white sand. He landed heavily on his knees, gasping for air, his right arm smoking gently.
Across the net, the Golems were simply gone. Erased. Replaced by a smoking crater of glass.
The massive neon scoreboard above the net updated with absolute finality.
3-2.
"HE DID IT!" The Dealer screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice completely gave out, falling back heavily into his commentary chair in pure, unadulterated disbelief.
"CEDRIC WINS GAME ONE! THE UNDERDOG HAS DEFEATED THE CHAMPIONS WITH AN ABSOLUTE REALITY-SHATTERING OVERRIDE IN THE MOST INSANE CLASH!!!"
The stadium erupted into absolute, pandemonic chaos.
Fireworks of every conceivable cosmic color painted the neon sky. They exploded in massive, reality-warping bursts of light and sound. Confetti rained down like a blizzard of gold and silver.
The deafening, triumphant roar of the millions of audience members shook the very fabric of the void. It was a sound of pure, unbridled excitement and awe.
[Rider]: "...I concede. He has potential."
Sandy-chan the Golem was slamming both her sandy hands onto the broadcasting desk in a rapid, energetic, and totally intense rhythm. She fully lost her usual cool, clinical demeanor:
[ABSOLUTELY LEGENDARY STRATEGIC SYNERGY! TEAM CEDRIC JUST PULLED OFF A LITERAL DISTRIBUTED PROCESSING HACK ON REALITY ITSELF! I AM... TOTALLY LOSING MY MIND RIGHT NOW! WHAT AN OUTSTANDING, ABSOLUTELY CRACKED PERFORMANCE!]
Cedric lay flat on his back in the sand, staring blankly up at the raining gold and silver confetti.
Suddenly, three sandy faces blocked his view of the raining confetti.
Bob, missing half his face and still sporting dangerous glass arms from earlier, offered a triumphant, incredibly proud thumbs-up.
Jerry, trembling slightly less than usual, let out a happy, vibrating, whistling chirp of pure victory.
And Tim, the scrawny digger who had finally stopped hiding to execute a crucial command, proudly held up his tiny pink shovel, feeling like a true, undeniable champion.
The Dealer teleported down to the sand in a flash of dark light. He landed gracefully next to Cedric's prone body as the cosmic crowd continued to roar their approval.
He was grinning from ear to ear, clearly absolutely thrilled by the unprecedented outcome and the unparalleled quality of the show.
"Well played," The Dealer said, offering a pristine, gloved hand to help Cedric up from the sand. "You didn't just win, kid. You elevated the game."
Cedric took the Dealer's hand, gripping it firmly, and pulled himself up to his feet. His legs shook slightly from the massive adrenaline crash.
"That was just Game One, wasn't it?" Cedric asked. He looked directly into the reflecting lenses of the mirrored sunglasses, his chest still heaving.
The Dealer chuckled darkly, reaching up and adjusting his glasses. His grin turned sharp, predatory, and infinitely dangerous.
"Oh, absolutely."
"The show has only just begun."