Rhok'zan: Welcome, mortals. I am Rhok'zan, your coach for the Multiversal Tournament.
Rhok'zan: Victory grants you all one wish, with a few common-sense stipulations. My gratitude is also included, of course.
Frieren: I've lived a thousand years and never heard of such games.
Saitama: I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat here?
Marcille: A tournament? But we barely know each other! How can we—
Frieren: Ten years is insufficient time to understand someone. Yet we have days.
Rhok'zan: Precisely why I chose you. Your unpredictability is... mathematically beautiful.
Saitama: So what's first? Punching contest? Because I should warn you—
Marcille: Wait, what if we fail? Do we... die?
Frieren: Everyone dies, Marcille. Some just take longer than others.
Rhok'zan: Do not worry. If you should fail and lose the tournament, you will be sent home with your memories of this tournament and events erased.
Marcille: Is... is this tea made from monsters?
Saitama: Tastes like convenience store mochi. Not bad.
Frieren: You mentioned our unpredictability. You do realize Saitama's physical strength is beyond even magic, right?
Rhok'zan: He is just a human fighter... *looks into Saitam's past* HOW DID YOU KICK A PORTAL?!?
Saitama: Dunno. I just didn't want it there, so I just kicked it.
Rhok'zan: Your battle with Cosmic Garou... you punched through reality itself. The tournament's dimensional barriers may not—
Saitama: Want some? Tastes like convenience store cake but fancier.
Frieren: You seem... agitated. I've seen that look when ancient liches realize their phylacteries aren't as secure as they thought.
Rhok'zan: The tournament's foundational magic assumes participants follow basic conservation of mass-energy. He simply... ignores physics when inconvenient.
Marcille: We're going to be disqualified for breaking reality, aren't we? My dark thesis advisor warned me about contracts with deities—
Frieren: Speaking of ancient knowledge, do you have any grimoires I haven't read? Preferably ones that won't implode mortal minds?
Rhok'zan: My personal library contains texts that would drive lesser beings mad, but given your... unique resistance to causality...
Saitama: May I please have another slice of cake?
Rhok'zan: This grimoire contains spells that bend probability. With your friend's... disregard for physics, combined with Frieren's elven of spellcraft...
Saitama: Cool. Wake me when there's actual fighting or more cake.
Frieren: Oh, this is interesting. I did not know you could turn tenacles into flowers.