Chapter 124 : The Tyrant of Lies

The scenery opens with an ominous sky, dark clouds swirling above a desolate battlefield in the Dragon Ball Heroes verse. Destruction looms from the battles of the others but the Voyagers and our two other allies rage on.

MaxedInfinite stands tall, his eyes locked with Nyxar—a sinister figure cloaked in shadows, his presence radiating deceit and illusion.

Scene 1: The Clash Begins

Neither speaks for a moment until the silence is shattered by their simultaneous lunge.

MaxedInfinite: "Your reign of deception ends here, Nyxar!"

Nyxar: "Fool. I am the Tyrant of Lies and Illusions. Truth holds no power against me."

They clash, trading rapid blows that ripple through the fabric of reality itself. MaxedInfinite summons his Anti-Void Sword, its edge gleaming with a paradoxical energy designed to erase existence.

He swings it toward Nyxar—but the blade passes through him like smoke.

Nyxar (smirking): "Did you really think you could cut through lies?"

Nyxar raises his hand and activates an ability named Illusionar, conjuring 900,000 illusions of himself. The battlefield is now a sea of Nyxars, all grinning maliciously.

The illusions strike in unison—punches and kicks raining down on MaxedInfinite. Each blow holds the power to destroy a universe.

Scene 2: Transformation—The Astral Summoner

MaxedInfinite, overwhelmed, roars in defiance. His body radiates with celestial energy as he activates his Final Form: The Astral Summoner. His armor glows with starlight, and his eyes shimmer like twin galaxies.

With newfound clarity, he senses the truth—these illusions are mere fabrications. The realization weakens them instantly, and MaxedInfinite slashes through them effortlessly, dispersing the false army.

Nyxar (laughing): "You're resilient, I'll give you that. But resilience can't overcome lies!"

Scene 3: The Mask of Lies

Enraged, MaxedInfinite unleashes Omniblade Storm, summoning countless divine weapons that rain down upon Nyxar. Explosions of light erupt with every impact, and Nyxar staggers back, wounded but far from defeated.

Nyxar retaliates with an ability named Mask of Lies, creating a reality of nightmares within MaxedInfinite's mind. The world around MaxedInfinite distorts—friends turning into enemies, victories becoming defeats.

Disoriented and vulnerable, MaxedInfinite stumbles. Nyxar grins wickedly and raises his hand.

Nyxar: "Now watch as I rewrite your very existence…"

He activates Deceptive Rewrite, attempting to erase MaxedInfinite's character from the narrative. For a moment, MaxedInfinite screams in agony—but nothing happens beyond the pain.

Breathing heavily, MaxedInfinite looks up, eyes burning with defiance.

MaxedInfinite (gritting his teeth): "You forgot one thing, Nyxar… Lies can't destroy the truth."

MaxedInfinite : (Gritting his teeth) "Plus you're just a dumbass I'm resistant to narrative erasure."

Nyxar's smirk widens—but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze.

Both warriors stare at each other, power surging around them as the final battle looms.

Narrator :

And so, the stage is set—the Tyrant of Lies, Nyxar, standing as the embodiment of deception itself, and MaxedInfinite, the Astral Summoner, a warrior forged not just by strength, but by unwavering truth. The battlefield trembles, caught between illusion and reality, as two titans prepare to shape the fate of existence itself.

Nyxar, the self-proclaimed ruler of falsehood, weaves shadows into reality, blurring the line between what is and what never was. Every step he takes distorts the ground beneath him, twisting perception into a cruel mockery of clarity.

Yet, even in the heart of this deception, one truth burns undimmed—the unyielding will of MaxedInfinite. Cloaked in the radiance of the Astral Summoner form, he stands as a beacon against the suffocating darkness, his very presence unraveling the fabric of Nyxar's deceit.

The sky cracks with unspoken tension. Each breath is a challenge, each heartbeat an act of defiance. For MaxedInfinite knows one immutable truth:

"Lies, no matter how intricately woven, can never become reality."

But Nyxar, blinded by his own arrogance, cannot comprehend this. He thrives in manipulation, believing that if the world sees a lie, it becomes truth. He cannot fathom resistance—cannot imagine someone standing against the very concept he embodies.

And therein lies his fatal flaw.

Power alone cannot rule. Control built on falsehood crumbles beneath the weight of certainty. And MaxedInfinite, his soul burning brighter than the stars themselves, is certainty incarnate.

As the illusions fade, as the Mask of Lies cracks, as Deceptive Rewrite fails to erase the unerasable—Nyxar's smirk falters. For the first time, the Tyrant of Lies faces an enemy not bound by the limitations of perception, but empowered by the immutable core of reality itself.

The battlefield falls silent for a breathless moment. Two forces—illusion and truth—stand on the precipice of finality.

"And so, the Tyrant learns a bitter lesson—when faced with undeniable truth, even the most masterful lie becomes nothing more than dust carried by the wind."

MaxedInfinite's grip tightens around the Anti-Void Sword, its paradoxical energy shimmering with finality. Nyxar's gaze hardens, his shadows twisting in frantic desperation.

The end approaches, not with a whisper, but with the roar of defiance, as truth rises to shatter deceit once and for all.

The battle is far from over. But the victor?

The victor is already decided.