The Race

"Introducing contestant number 1, Riya, one like no other, The only Qyshol you would never see and live to tell the tale...for now. Perhaps she got bored of snapping the lishas' necks and thought she would do a little exercise in this contest. Perhaps, being the strongest person ever is not a gift after all, or maybe, she is lonely." All could hear the smirk in his voice.

He took a sip of the liquid in his cup, everyone knew it wasn't water but no one would risk telling him and losing their heads. "Contestant number two, don't let his name fool you he is nowhere near the light, the only one who can stand up to a qyshol...at least close enough to get killed excitingly." Everyone cheered, they cheered not because he was their favourite but because someone would get killed in the long run.
"I present to you, Korren the xincta!!"

He walked out pretty confident about himself like he wasn't scared the Qyshol would kill him.

"The other contestants are not worth calling their names a waste of my breath, they can come out whenever they like. I am only here to watch the battle between these two" The xreo who would also be acting as the judge announced while he batted his eye at the contestants.

"This is the run!!!!!!" The crowd erupted, everyone breaking anything or anyone in their way.
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In a world of no law, only the strongest rules, in other words only the Qyshol wins. A race of ten dimensions has begun, and the winner gets a chance to rewrite history, to be granted one wish.

What happens when the Qyshol starts to feel defective, having feelings for a certain xincta, will she twat it and kill him immediately as usual or will she use him as a plaything and kill him later? No matter what he's going to die. That's what her evil reputation demands.

The only problem with this race is that it has no rules. So seduction is allowed.
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There will be colourful words and colourful actions and colourful things. You get it by now.