Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

Authorities reach some point where they don't make sense any longer, and that is because that is exactly why they're called authorities.

The reason why a person only takes an authority and tries to use it to reach the peak is because any authority can in a way or another do all that another authority can do.

Authorities were mystical and their whole existence was only limited by imagination.

The difference between authorities was merely the quality.

It could be said that while someone with a space authority could just teleport, someone with fire authority for example, could do the same thing but with his own concept, like burning space to non-existence and then stepping on it.

A fire portal so to speak.

But it's obvious that someone with space authority would be much better in this regard, the same way someone with fire would be better when it comes to burning. Of course this is in the case where both of them are similar in realms.

Wine and Angodi were similar cases.

Although their authorities were strange from the beginning, they were very much all rounded;

They could defend, they could attack, they could confuse, heck, they could even stone you!

"If you think that my clown dance can only defend, then you will be massively disappointed." Angodi, not stopping his juggling, approached Wine with his spinning ball at fascinating speeds, but Wine wasn't intimidated.

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"If you think my palm can only slap then you're in for a surprise." Wine's liquid that was splattered all around magically appeared in Angodi's way, stopping him from moving, and before the clown could evade, it enclosed him in a wine prison.

Inside of the wine prison, Angodi couldn't find a way to breathe and to Wine's surprise, the clown started drowning.

*Glug* *glug* *glug*

If there was sound in space, this what would have been heard.

The drowning intensified on and on and on until it stopped at once, but nothing could be seen as the bubbles covered Angodi from being seen, but Wine's connection to the liquid made him able to know that the clown was indeed still inside.

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In a strange twist of events…

*PLOOKH*

The wine exploded all around and from it came not one, not two, but hundreds of mini Angodi.

"Kekekekekekekekkekek!"

"Kekekekekekekkekekekek!" All the mini clowns did was laugh and fly around in Wine's direction.

"Tsk, as if one wasn't enough."

"Wawaa!" As if incapable of talking, a mini Angodi spawned a rock and threw from the side, aiming at Wine's head.

"Son of a…!" Seeing the stone that was coming at him with speed surpassing that of light, Wine knew that things were getting serious and so, he focused on the task at hand.

[Thousand year Wine]

It was time to take out the hidden weapons. From his pocket once again came out a gourd, but this one exploded with an aura that made all the little clowns stop on their tracks and shiver in fear.

The aura of a thousand-year-old wine was no joke, and this wasn't even Wine's latest resort.

The clowns were scaredy in nature, but their fearfulness was overwhelmed by their mischievousness and that is why.

"Oh, you're approaching me?" To think that they would be so dumb, Wine couldn't express happiness in words but his smile spoke enough.

"Come one, come two; you won't taste anything like my wine anywhere in this universe." Wine shouted and his chosen one, who was close to Draco, almost shouted with him;

The battle since the beginning was to the favor of wine and the chosen one couldn't be prouder.

It had to be said that the devas were indeed living to their names, they were far stronger than those of their realms and whatever situation they were put in, they could find a way out.

This wasn't only the case for Wine but also for Ash, Joie, Scholar, Devania, and the others who didn't have to be named.

Ash, who had been followed by one of the anti-celestials, stopped to get rid of the tail before he continued on his way to beat up Angodi too.

The proficiency he had with ash wasn't as good as Wine's, but as stated…

It was more than enough to beat the living starlight out of a nameless anti-celestial.

"It's a good thing you know when to stop." The anti-celestial said.

"Indeed, Unlike you." Ash transformed back into his humanoid form and replied.

His hand, aside from his whole body, wasn't transformed. It took the shape of moving ash and it seemed as if it was just burned recently.

"Hmph, a weakling Portalian like you dares to act so high and mighty." The anti-celestial wasn't pleased that he was talked to like this by Ash.

For him, the Portalians were nothing but slaves; they could do whatever they wanted to and they had no right to talk back, unfortunately for him…

[Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust]

A representation of how the anti-celestials compare to the current deva.

The space was stale, and on one side was Draco, sitting on his throne and keeping in check the true celestials who were too intimidated to move in his presence.

The chosen ones of all the devas stood beside him, looking and learning from their own deva.

To the left, there were the battles the devas had against the anti-celestials, to the right, there was Angodi fighting the countless mini-clowns who weren't planning on stopping their rush anytime soon, and if one watched close enough, they would see that more of the kept spawning where Angodi's main body had exploded.

And in the middle of all of that… was a small explosion of dust that had drowned the figure of the anti-celestial who was daring enough to rush behind Ash.

A small realm of countless lines that moved in a way that made one feel like they were in a dream.

In such a starry sky…

It was a phenomenon worth remembering.

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