"If you think you can defeat using my own techniques, you’re dead wrong...!" hissed Miu, a bluish-white glow emanating from her pupils as she ceased thinking about her attacks and focused solely on increasing their tempo to try and overwhelm daka’s mimicry.
"Ha! You may have refined them, but your techniques are ultimately just punches and kicks!" countered daka, weaving between Miu’s attacks and slipping in counters as she proclaid, "In the end, it isn’t technique that makes one a martial artist! It’s determination, diligence, and heart...!"
As if to demonstrate her point, daka’s hair began to shift from purple to pink as she matched Miu’s increased intensity with a broad, battle-hungry smile. Miu outclassed her in raw physical strength and speed, but with her Innate ability, The End, she could learn virtually any technique or Skill and utilize it at 120% of the original user’s ability.
Seeing through the pattern of Miu’s attacks, daka’s smile broadened even further as she landed a sharp kick to the forr’s abdon, causing her to slide backward. Miu’s expression darkened considerably, but since daka’s attack hadn’t done much damage, she abruptly crouched down like a sumo wrestler.
’What’s this...?’ daka asked herself, her red eyes glistening as, from her perspective, she saw dozens of phantom images of Miu, each simulating a different way she could move from her position.
Seeing daka mirror her posture, the muscles in Miu’s jaw tensed visibly as she clenched her teeth. daka was doing precisely what she wanted her to do, but her confident grin and the certitude in the increasingly pink-haired girl’s gaze made her question if she was the one being drawn into a trap.
’No! I can’t have doubts...!’ Miu exclaid internally, her bright blue eyes gleaming with determination as she and daka rushed forward at a low angle and crashed into each other at the sa ti. The roughly twenty thousand n in the crowd erupted at this, but Miu couldn’t hear them as she was fully focused on grappling daka into submission.
"Hoooo...you’re a spirited one..." humd daka, sounding unconcerned even as she was forced back by Miu’s montum.
"Gnuuuu...!"
Taking advantage of her shorter height and lower center of gravity, Miu hunched lower and slamd her right shoulder into daka’s abdon while sliding her hands to the back of the woman’s calves. She intended to knock daka off balance and force her onto her back, but before she could complete the maneuver, the latter’s body began to increase rapidly in size.
"I admire your spirit, but to set the stage for my rise, my victory must be absolute," stated daka, continuing to grow even after Miu released her and backed away. Once she was finished, her original height of 166.31cm had increased to 33.26m—more than twenty tis Miu’s height and 8,000 tis her weight.
"Do you yield...?" asked daka, grinning provocatively with her hands on her hips and her chest puffed with pride.
"Not on your life...!" exclaid Miu, undaunted by daka’s height as she rushed forward, leaped into the air, and landed a heavy, Ki-infused punch on the giantess’s left knee. She might be smaller than daka, but with a bench press of 7,500kg and a leg press of twenty-five tons, she imagined herself as a bullet and attempted to shatter the giant woman’s patella.
Though she didn’t cry out, daka’s brows creased, her smile replaced by a slight frown as pain perated her left knee and radiated along her thigh. She felt like soone had taken the back of a ball-peen hamr to her knee, but she endured the sharp pain and glanced down, maintaining her hands-on-hip posture as she asked, "Are you done?" in a disapproving tone.
’How the heck is this girl D-Rank...?’ Miu asked herself, her expression a deep, vexed frown as she landed several ters away from daka and looked up to survey the damage she had inflicted. She had cratered the giant woman’s kneecap, causing crimson blood to flow out. However, at a distance, it looked like an inconsequential abrasion, the kind that could be treated with alcohol and a band-aid.
"Just let know once you’ve realized the futility of your actions," said daka, leaving Miu increasingly slack-jawed as her size increased even further, surpassing forty, fifty, and even sixty ters, placing her at eye level with Tiamat.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," humd Tiamat, finding daka’s showboating amusing.
Shaking her head, daka countered, "I do not derive pleasure from bullying the weak. I am doing what I must to assuage any concerns people may have about my inevitable appointnt as President of the Dragon’s Pavilion."
"The current President might have a thing or two to say about that~" chid Tiamat, raising her right hand as, down below, Miu, frowning, exhaled a huffy snort and surrendered. And with none of the waiting D-Ranks believing they could defeat a 69.69m-tall giantess, her surrender secured daka’s position as Strongest Among D-Ranks...
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"That one could be trouble..." remarked Sona, observing daka with narrowed eyes and crossed arms as she stood near the viewing box’s railing, her shapely buttocks adorned in a black, purple-lace thong with matching stockings and a garter belt.
"Hmm? You think so~?" asked Serafall, wrapping her arms around Sona’s shoulders from behind and nibbling her ear with her lips. daka’s ability to grow into a giantess was certainly eye-catching, but she was confident she could defeat the Rias lookalike with a single blow.
"I wouldn’t worry too much..." submitted Vahn, reclining on a nearby sofa with his right hand resting on Tsubaki’s ass, his fingers slipping in and out of her pussy as she dutifully fellated him. To his left was a shapely blonde with alluring green eyes, prominent pigtails, and, most notably, large and fluffy rabbit ears and a matching tail—the 9th ranking mber of Shadow Garden and Sona’s second Rook.
"May I hear your reasoning?" asked Sona, ignoring her sister hanging from her shoulders to turn around and face Vahn.
Nodding, Vahn explained, "daka-san’s potential is off the charts, but she’s also exceedingly attached to her world and her childhood friend, in particular. If she’s forced to choose between them, ascending the Tower, and becoming President of the Dragon’s Pavilion, it’s virtually guaranteed she’ll choose her original setting."
"I see..." muttered Sona, returning her gaze to the arena as she playfully appended, "That’s a sha...I believe she would have made an excellent addition to your harem."
"So-tan is so naughty..." purred Serafall, blowing into Sona’s ear, cupping her breasts, and skillfully massaging them. Sona’s cheeks lightly flushed, but as she was accustod to her sister’s antics, she didn’t bat an eye or chastize her as she once would have...
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Around the sa ti his counterpart was discussing why daka wasn’t a serious threat, the person herself materialized before Vahn in the lounge he was using to help competitors pick their rewards.
"Hmm? Force spatial transference...?" daka mused aloud, taking in her surroundings before locking eyes with Vahn behind the bar, the smile on her face broadening as she remarked, "Hoo? Have you brought before you to disavow my claim and warn to stay in my lane?"
Raising his right brow and tilting his head to the left, Vahn asked, "Why would I do that? The Dragon’s Pavilion isn’t so inviolable organization whose structure can’t be changed. Though I would be interested to hear why you want to be its President."
"Because there are none more qualified," asserted daka, crossing her arms in a way that deliberately emphasized her breasts as she appended, "That isn’t to say you’re unqualified—only that I would be able to do your job better."
"Do you know what my job is?" asked Vahn, adopting a smile of his own as he pointed out, "Also, I’m not Pavilion’s President. That position is held by one of my wives, Rias Gremory. I’m ultimately just the glue helping to hold things together."
"Then I will first supplant her position before rising to beco the glue holding all things together," daka asserted matter-of-factly, raising her chin, puffing her chest, and narrowing her eyes with a smug, self-assured smile.
Shaking his head, Vahn calmly explained, "I won’t say it’s impossible for you to beco President of the Dragon’s Pavilion, but the organization at its core is my harem. Those closest to the top of those closest to , and as far as I’m aware, your heart belongs to another."
"Humu...that does complicate things..." conceded daka, cupping her chin with her right index finger and thumb. Less than a second later, her smile broadened as she added, "But that is rely the Pavilion as it is. If you cooperate, it can be restructured. If you don’t, I may have to depose rather than supplant you."
"Well, as long as you don’t cross any lines you shouldn’t, I won’t try to stop you," responded Vahn, causing daka’s brows to rise as she had expected him to get defensive. Instead, he shook his head, smiled, and said, "The first step toward your goal will be completing the Trial of the 50th Floor. If you then managed to reach the Tower’s zenith, you would be anointed the ruler of Invirtua as a whole, much less the worlds under the Pavilion’s purview."
"Do you not care if your position is supplanted by another?" questioned daka.
"Like I said, I’m rely the glue holding things together," answered Vahn, his expression softening as he asserted, "My greatest desire has always been to be free. If soone else can do my job better, I have no reason to hinder their rise. In the end, soone supplanting would just give more ti to spend with those I care about and pursue my interests. To that end, I wish you luck in your journey."
"I won’t need it," asserted daka, her smile broadening as she added, "But you’re surprisingly reasonable. I think that when I beco the ruler of Invirtua, I will take you and your harem as my own. You will be free to regard them as yours, but you and everyone you own shall be mine."
Raising his right brow, Vahn asked, "Aren’t you planning to marry Hitoyoshi Zenkichi once you graduate from High School?"
"An inconsequential matter," asserted daka, deliberately bouncing her breasts as she explained, "My love has always been boundless, and once I rise to beco the ruler of Invirtua, there will be no limits to what I can achieve. My love shall suffuse all things so that no one feels sad or lonely ever again."
"Right..." trailed Vahn, his smile cramping slightly. He knew daka had a rather unusual way of looking at things, so instead of challenging her, he pulled up the prize interface and suggested, "For now, you should take a look at the items you can exchange your Rank Points for. They may not be especially useful to you, but they could benefit the other mbers of your Student Council."
"I can attend and provide for my subordinates myself," asserted daka. "As for my Rank Points, you can give them to that Furinji Miu or distribute them to the other contenders. I have no need for them. If you would insist that I accept a prize, I would consider accepting a key to the upper floors of your palace or an internship under your current President."
"I could grant you provisional access to the fourth through sixth floors, but the seventh, eighth, and ninth are reserved for my harem," explained Vahn, simply being informative. As such, he was confused when daka closed her eyes, exhaled exasperatedly from her throat, and sighed, "You are still a male, I suppose..."
Following her sigh, daka opened her eyes and t Vahn’s gaze with a bold, tempting smile and reached up to the turtleneck collar of the purple bodysuit she was wearing. Then, even though there wasn’t a zipper there to begin with, one appeared as she slowly pulled it down, straining it past her breasts before allowing them to bounce out as she said, "Co forth. I shall graciously give you a preview of what you can expect as a mber of my harem," in all seriousness...
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