LXX: Might's Discuss (7).

In one of the audience seats, a dense crimson energy with a terrible destructive attribute swirled around the body of a young red-haired girl. Her crimson hair fell down her back, gently shaking from the energy. She was excited, her face adorned with a smile full of fighting intent.

Her body was well-proportioned and strong, and her white skin was exposed because she was wearing only a black top and a red checkered skirt. His bare belly had a strange mark, a golden ring around his navel, and the people who recognized him knew what it meant.

"That Seone boy reminds me of my youth, his fights are quite interesting," the woman said, shaking out her hair and tucking it behind her ear, a somewhat elongated one if you mention it. 

Her blue eyes twinkled a little as she imagined fighting Seone using only the power she had as a youth, knowing she would lose miserably, but that excited her even more. 

"What do you think, Father?" the young woman asked curiously, looking at the man sitting next to her.

He was a rather tall man, and his muscles could not be hidden behind the simple, loose-fitting clothes he wore. His eyes, similar to his daughter's, had a gleam of wisdom and experience. His black hair seemed to wave on its own, as if it had a life of its own, and some strands even fell to the man's chin in a thoughtful gesture. 

"For a human, he's promising, he's not as outstanding as that Alex kid or as powerful as Jack, but honestly, there's something about him that makes you notice him. His ambitions are so big, even for everything he has planned, but isn't that the nature of snakes? I'd like to see him here when he gets to a decent level," the man said, judging Seone according to his vast experience.

He wasn't a long-lived being for nothing, and unlike his daughter, he was past the stage of constantly wanting to fight for excitement, now he was doing what every father does, constantly worrying about the future of his offspring, who was becoming more and more unruly.

"You're a bore, that's why Sir Traverse doesn't write to us, you're so stupid that you're killing his inspiration as a writer," the young girl complained, making her father just sigh and take a large glass of beer.

He didn't want to give his daughter a reason that would make her more rebellious, so he did what every father does in time, let himself get carried away with his vices and neglect his daughter, and then regret in the future why his little sprout came back years later with a wife as well as a daughter. Details.

Elsewhere, several people were gathered, a common occurrence when something interesting happened at a table that attracted the attention of interested people. Now the crowd was silently watching a momentous debate. Two figures, two stereotypical geeks, glared hatefully at each other as their 100% correct arguments clashed. 

"Admit it, man, Twilight Sparkle obviously beats Goku, just petrify him and stop the river," said one of them, his words filled with the weight of many arguments hitting his opponent who clutched his chest at hearing such heresy.

"False! Goku doesn't even need to transform, he raises his Ki and is already faster than the speed of light, he easily beats a colored horse," the offended geek, not knowing how to defend himself, resorted to the master tactic of Internet brawlers, insulting.

"Hey, you don't have to call my princess that, I didn't disrespect you," complained the first geek, full of indignation, but his words seemed to flip a switch that all Internet trolls possess. 

The second geek's grin widened, the mood turning somber as he made a dramatic approach to his pimple and Doritos leftover face, he had it, everything had turned out as he had planned.

"If you're getting angry, it means we can't debate, looks like someone doesn't accept T H E T R U T H," his words began to unleash chaos as more people joined this important and momentous discussion.

Near the melee, a strange-looking Alicorn and a Saiyan were scratching his neck, not understanding what was going on in front of him. Both creatures looked at each other and shook their shoulders, not knowing what was going on.

"Hey, I heard Link was cooking, you want to go eat?" asked Goku, obviously hungry enough to drool a little.

"Sure, let's stay away from those weirdos, not even the power of friendship can save them," Twilight replied, complaining inwardly about how weird humans could be with some subjects.

...

"I tell you, that dog in the cup can talk, Leo, say your thing," said an anthropomorphic black duck dressed in typical wizard robes, waving a large bowl containing a rather chubby and cute white puppy in his arms.

The puppy barked like a normal dog, causing the duck to get angry and shake the bowl angrily.

"Talk stupid dog!" shouted the duck, causing the anthropomorphic rabbit in front of him to raise an eyebrow and feel that his friend had gone weird after becoming a super-powered SPELLER. 

"Dude, I don't think that poor dog can talk, you should let him out," suggested the rabbit, who I can't name because then his parent company might break into my house and crunch my back like Bain to Batman.

"It's okay, I'm sure it was just an illusion," the duck left the dog on the table where his rabbit friend was and then left, he had magic stuff to discuss with a strange doctor, a guy in an iron mask and strangely enough, an owl who seems to be trapped in a house, or is he the house, the duck didn't quite get it.

"Good one, buddy," a yellow triangle, cyclops in a top hat appeared out of nowhere and complimented the dog in the cup, his natural tone indicating that he knew the puppy very well.

"I never expected to be treated like a certain frog, which is flattering and humiliating. Anyway, I need to talk to Tzeentch about making clones of me for the omniverse," with the dog's words in the cup, the aforementioned object floated up and headed toward where the Chaos Gods were gathered.

The rabbit and the triangle looked at each other for a moment, sensing that the other was like them, a prankster capable of altering reality to his liking, then shook hands in the most epic greeting in fiction, and went on to fill this strange chapter with references that only a lonely guy like the author would find funny. 

...

"Sir, the randomness, the references, and the author's self-criticism fill this chapter, which is filler, wouldn't it be better to introduce the Alchemist civilization and establish it as a threat to the series? I don't think it's a good idea to let the author just write nonsense," complained a small robot holding a tablet, the design of the machine resembling a small secretary. 

"Don't worry, these chapters are just a way to break the monotony and allow the author to relax a bit by writing nonsense, already for the next chapter we will properly expose the civilization invited to our program, they asked me for a delay, they wanted to come out well and the whole thing, something to impress their founder or something," Mr. Referee explained while calmly combing his white beard.

 "I understand, I'll be more on the lookout for those things, then I'll play a commercial to kill time and finish the chapter," the robot said after understanding the ins and outs of everything, then he typed something on his tablet and everything faded to black before a voice appeared.

"Hi, you may not know about me, but you know who I am, you know what I am. I'm a ROB, just like you, just like the others. 

Aren't you tired of these souls wandering in the void? Or those souls that invade your precious domain of white light that you use to relax and get away from it all. Annoying pests, aren't they?

Maybe it was fun at first, fulfilling their wishes, sometimes directly or through games like roulette, good times, right? But when did it get boring? Not only that, but when did these little beasts start to think that it was obligatory to give them a wish, a game system, and a reincarnation in an NTR world?

I, like you, am fed up with it too....

So I started my company! Hunting reincarnates, transmigrants, and illegal returnees! Yeah, according to the guidelines, those guys were illegal immigrants, how can we let immigrants ruin our great Omniverse? Destroy a moon, if you agree with me.

So I came up with this great idea, and I can finally make it happen with the massive crowdfunding I received. Buy your ticket, come to one of the worlds where these little buggers have appeared, and BANG, finish them off.

Enjoy their screams of pain when they think they can get back at you with their stupid bounty system or interdimensional chat where we give them the false idea that they can gain even a fraction of our power. Playing with their deadly weapons, believing they will be reborn as Saiyans, when in fact they have been reincarnated as saltfish, get the hint?

What are you waiting for?

Warning: The Omniversal Government is not responsible for any xenophobic behavior of our citizens, we do not promote this kind of event, culture, and dialogue, and everyone has the right to reincarnate in their favorite self-invented power fantasy.

...

A random reincarnated guy in a random cultural world with a random Asian name saw this commercial and felt that the omniverse was a strange place where they allowed blatantly xenophobic, murderous, and even genocidal thoughts, but at the same time gave a warning that they did not promote.

At least he was reincarnated through the proper means, so he was safe, but in a random universe, a young man who had just awakened his multiversal chat system and claimed the physique of Gogeta felt that things were not going well.

Nothing went right when he saw a giant hand approaching his planet and squeezing it like sand, and he died because no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't handle an existence that was the size of Mount Tai, too bad he couldn't recognize it. 

Thus, many of those illegal reincarnates died tragically, others lost their waifus, and others managed to escape to another world, but it was a disaster for them. The Omniversal Government did not approve of these actions, but like any government, at least like the one in LATAM, the government did nothing.

The irony is that no matter how much you try to escape LATAM, it seems to be everywhere.

...

Mr. Referí found the robot secretary strange, he had probably read a lot on the Omniversal X platform and had begun to support the ideas of loud, dumb, and whiny people.

When the robot secretary was about to play a commercial about how the Omniverse was flat and not doughnut-shaped as it had always been, he knew he had to get a new secretary. Although, in all his vastness, he didn't understand how a social network could do so much damage, even to IAS.

Who, by the way, apparently wanted to profit in the art market by using NFTs? were they intelligent? The omniscient being wondered, feeling that some things seemed to elude him. 

Anyway, soon we'll be back to our usual action-packed programming, far enough away from weird ads and stupid ideas from idiotic people.... right?

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AN: Stress, But... I'm planning my original Novel! But I don't wanna post it, because i want to concentrate in this fanfic. When I finish this story, I will upload it.