"Next, the fighters. Let's summon all the dead warriors across the multiverse. Alive ones? Nah—still got things to do."
In the endless dark, the Entity's hands began to glow, casting ripples of pale energy into the void. A massive summoning circle spiraled into existence beneath the throne—a glyph so wide it seemed to stretch beyond sight. Its runes pulsed with alien light, etched in no known language, yet radiating absolute authority.
The glyph erupted in brilliance.
From every corner of every universe, they came.
Fighters—warriors of every shape, size, species, and level of fashion sense. Some had skin tinted blue, red, or even translucent. Others had horns, tails, or wings. A few had both… and more. One had glowing yellow spiked hair and roared like an overcaffeinated lion. Another looked like a jellyfish in a tuxedo. Some wore high-tech battle armor; others were practically naked, their bodies covered in scales or glistening exoskeletons.
Despite the chaos, one thing was clear:
Each of them was a champion in their own world.
Fighter 420: "Where am I? Didn't I… die?"
Fighter 404: "How am I still alive? I was supposed to be erased from existence."
Fighter 69: "Uhh… is this the afterlife? I expected more clouds."
Confusion spread like wildfire.
Then—pressure.
A weight descended upon the void, silencing all movement. Every fighter froze mid-breath, locked in place by a power so dense it bent the concept of time itself.
A voice echoed, both casual and terrifying.
"Welcome… to my realm, Fighters."
At the center, a throne now stood. Jagged and glowing with unknown power, it was crafted from shifting materials that defied logic itself. Upon it sat the Entity.
The fighters turned, eyes wide with dread. The presence was overwhelming.
"Oops," the Entity said, noticing the fear. "Too much presence. My bad. Let me… tone it down."
With a wave, the Entity shifted. Its body shimmered, condensing into a young man's form, his face veiled in dark, flickering light—just enough to seem cool, not threatening. The tension eased, though the wariness remained.
> Fighter 666: "Where are we?!" bravely asked
"As I said. My realm," the Entity replied casually, lounging back.
Fighter 666: "I remember being impaled by a golden spear. But how am I standing here!?"
The Entity grinned.
"Simple. I was bored. So I summoned every dead fighter in the multiverse to this place."
Fighter 666: "...Summoned?"
That word echoed. The realization dawned on them all: this being was powerful enough to gather every fallen warrior across infinite realities.
"Yes. Summoned you all here… to offer a second chance. And a little fun," the Entity said, gesturing lazily.
"You see, you all will now compete in battles 1v1, 2v2, 3v3, FFA, you name it but without your own power. A cosmic tournament, if you will."
> Fighter 678: "Wait—without our powers? What is this, a chess game?"
The Entity raised a hand.
Five gleaming rings appeared above its palm, each rotating with unique energy trails.
"Nope. You'll be fighting using these."
"The Rings."
Each ring radiated power, glowing in vibrant hues. The fighters stared, intrigued.
"There are five types," the Entity explained, counting them off with glowing fingers.
Offensive Rings – Deal direct damage.
Defensive Rings – Block, absorb, or reflect damage.
Utility Rings – Buffs, debuffs, or battlefield control.
Movement Rings – Dash, teleport, dodge, hover—you name it.
Ultimate Rings – Devastating powers that bend the rules… with a catch.
"Each of you will be equipped with 7 rings. One of each type is required. The other two? Dealer's choice. But you can only have one Ultimate Ring—too much boom otherwise."
He snapped, and a glowing skill tree formed in the air.
"Oh, and the skills inside have cooldowns. No spamming. They also cost Skill Points (SP). Ultimate skills don't need SP, but you have to meet certain conditions before they can be activated."
> Fighter 4999: "Cool. So how do we get rings?"
"You'll receive rings only when you're selected for battle," the Entity said, smirking. "They'll be randomly assigned, so… good luck."
> Fighter 777: "And what happens when we win—or lose?"
"Excellent question."
The Entity clapped once.
" Winning grants you 1 Win points"
"A fighter who earns 5 wins gets to make a wish. Anything. Godhood. Resurrection. A planet made of chocolate. I don't care. If you have 5 Win Points (WPs), I'll grant it."
"And if you lose?" the Entity shrugged. "Nothing happens. I mean, you're already dead. No double-death penalty unless specified."
Silence.
The fighters just… stared.
> "…Was that a joke?"
The Entity cleared its throat.
"Ahem."
With a dramatic wave of his arm, a massive square arena formed beneath the void—100 meters across, hovering in the darkness. Glowing runes circled its perimeter. Platforms emerged in the distance, ready to host the battles to come.
"Let the games begin."
A low hum spread across the void.
The Battle of the Rings had begun.