"I don't care for rainbows! I don't care for your powers or techniques! I've grown tired of your childish arguments! Tired of excuses! It's time we wiped the slate clean... Becuase if not we'll fight our fists... we'll fight with our tongues... the weapons won't matter. At the end of the day... we'll only be fighting over words. Truths and lies. All it comes down to are truths-" Jiren charged towards Ben in a heartbeat, a flaming fist striking the center of the strange sweater-beast, sparks seeming deep into its fibers "And lies. You fight for yours. I'll fight for mine. We're both beyond epiphanies now. I'll die for my faith. Kill me. Strike me down in passion. Prove me right. Set me free. Or dye as another martyr of a doomed world"
"Show me the balance!" A wall of ki blades shot towards Chise and her partners, propelled by the command of Jiren's furious heart "Because if it exists, I must be blind to it. Evil outweighs the good. It overshadows it. Overwhelms it. It swallows it whole and spits out its bones to be pecked by birds. Its time someone evened the odds... and its clear that all of you lack the will for it!"
Jiren became a statue in frozen space, each muscle forced to endure the weight of a dozen worlds. His assault was blocked by a wall of force. His retreat was blocked the same invisible shield. No matter where he turned, some unseen strength sought to wear him down, chipping away at his resolve. As his energy supply switched from fuel to fumes, his fury filled up his tank. Even under the bombardment of gravity, Jiren began to edge forward. He had endured vacuums. He had fought to protect worlds that dwarfed the Earth ten times over. A little extra gravity could be overcome with enough power and focus- or in Jiren's case, with pure drive. He willed his lips to move again.
"You... are... correct" He muttered, his jaw barely shifting "There is good... In man... but goodness... is frowned upon in survival... the good are the first to be exploited. The first to be hardened... first to die. This broken world is... built to destroy... all that is... good" He made his first step in the face of the growing pressure. Then another. And another. Slowly, Jiren was gaining speed again, overcoming the limits Libra had set for him. "You speak... with kindness... with honour... and for that..." Another Bolt of ki erupted from his system, his strength growing beyond the limits of her gravity "For that I'll kill you last. I hope that you shall return to life in my new world and that you will come to see its splendour... until then... stay out of my way. I may lose the clarity to spare to should you find it in you to interfere..."
"Don't you understand? We fight to break that cycle! We fight to sever the chains of kings and revolts, of evolution and extinction. We fight to preserve the world that should be; an immortal world. I saw this... Pucci opened my eyes... And now he lies with..." He closed his eyes and tensed his neck. He didn't want to say their names. He did not want to disturb the dead... not while the fires of hope and salvation still burned. He willed himself to go on "Now he lies with Marian, both stripped from me by the likes of the passionate. You understand my plight. You understand my goals... But your loyalty blinds you. It had infected you like a cancer... one in intend to extract. We have the chance to write our own answers. Build our own truths"
His power rose again, sending rippling shockwaves across the battlefield towards Schala's person
"But if you cannot see that... then strike me... prove to me the dangers of passion. Prove me right!!!!!"
"You are right" Toppo rising to his feet again, his body finally coming to terms with his new strengths. The sudden splicing of Kryptonian DNA with his own had sent his body into a temporary state of repair, preparing itself for the coming of great power. By the time the coronation had arrived, Toppo was a new man, leaner, paler and almost human in appearance. The height and pure muscle mass of his God of Destruction state remained, however, everything seemed to be proportioned far more naturally. To the eye, he appeared to have lost all resemblance to some ancient titan or ungodly alien. Those who knew him less might confuse him with a strong, old man, had the crest of Belmond not remained aglow on his chest.
Perhaps the crest itself had changed somewhat too. It seemed smoother around the edges, stretching and curling across his chest, almost like a constrictor, or a spiralling, glowing S divided by yellow sun.
"Jiren had come to terms with death long before I met him... But remember that he has renounced surrender. He had renounced mercy. He has no intention of stopping until his plan is complete... If we had the chance to debate it I would" His eyes began to glow with a smoking red light "But that time has passed. Jiren and I can talk it out the next life..."
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"Enough stalling!"
Jiren's power surged forth again, shaking the earth with its might.
"I had a job to do. I failed it. The least I can do is secure their VENGENCE! FOR PUCCI! FOR MARIAN! FOR ALL THE LIVES YOUR PASSION DESTROYS! FOR MY NEW WORLD, AND FOR WHAT THE OLD ONE FAILED TO BE, I WILL NOT STAND DOWN! SO RISE AND FACE ME! FACE MAXIMUM WILLPOWER! ENDURE THE WRATH OF A HERO OF JUSTICE! FEEL TO UNLIMITED WRATH OF THE GRAY!!!"
Charging forward with a burning fist extended before him, Jiren sought to begin his final charge. From here on out, it was death or glory. Either way, he would see his tribe again, either in the New World, or the Next World
