The bust formed by the aggregation of trillions of Tomies floated quietly in Earth's orbit.
Her existence was a miracle in itself.
Facing the moon monster before her—a crude amalgamation of flesh, machinery, and plants—Tomie's face was filled with disgust.
It was like an artist with severe germaphobia looking at a clumsy piece of work cobbled together from a pile of rotting garbage.
It was a visceral, physiological revulsion.
She found the monster simply too ugly.
Standing on Tomie's shoulder, Yang Yi clearly felt this willful, irritable emotional fluctuation.
*I want a weapon.*
This thought was transmitted directly to him.
Yang Yi calmly raised his hand, and the Noita mod's crafting table materialized out of thin air.
With a casual grasp, he extracted the planetary-scale size trait from the floating debris of the Zerg Hive mothership in space.
Then, he pulled out a vibranium baseball bat and infused the trait into it.
All the materials dissolved into a flash of light within the crafting table.
*Ding—*
Following a crisp chime, a giant baseball bat over three thousand kilometers long, shimmering with a dark golden luster, slowly emerged from the crafting table.
Tomie's giant hand reached over and took the bat, a weapon capable of stirring the stars.
The next moment, the flesh on the surface of her massive body began to writhe rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, a red-and-white, midriff-baring baseball uniform that perfectly hugged her figure took shape.
Every inch of the fabric was mimicked by hundreds of millions of microscopic Tomie clones.
She lowered her planetary-scale center of gravity, gripped the bat with both hands, and assumed a flawless, professional batting stance.
The terrifying power capable of tearing through space and time was perfectly contained within her slender waist and arms.
Then, she threw a flirtatious wink at the ugly moon amalgamation opposite her.
The moon monster was clearly completely enraged by this contemptuous attitude.
Devastating dark red energy began to pool within its gaping maw.
It was an aggregate of the purest malice, a mixture of death rays and mental corruption.
A massive pillar of energy, thick enough to pierce straight through the Earth, blasted forth.
In Tomie's eyes, this was a perfectly pitched baseball.
Tomie drove power from her waist, gathering kinetic energy capable of moving an entire planet, and swung the bat in her hands.
*CRACK!!!*
That unimaginable, colossal force struck the energy, triggering a violent shockwave.
The vacuum of space should have been dead silent.
Yet, an incredibly crisp and resounding crack of a bat echoed in the minds of every living being on Earth.
The devastating pillar of energy was forcefully batted right back the way it came.
It slammed viciously into the moon monster's "face" at a speed even faster than its approach.
Half of the moon monster's face was blown to pieces.
It was a perfect home run.
The scene instantly cut back to the ground.
The Earth Guardian Alliance, which was gathering within the atmosphere to launch a desperate last stand, was completely petrified.
Legendary Godzilla tilted his massive head up, his jaw hanging slightly open.
A half-charged beam of nuclear energy was stifled right in his throat, causing him to choke and cough up a large puff of black smoke.
It was time for halftime.
Tomie seemed to feel that baseball could no longer satisfy her, casually tossing aside the bat that could destroy civilizations.
She was ready for a more primal, hand-to-hand brawl with the moon monster.
She looked at Yang Yi pitifully.
Yang Yi understood her intentions and operated the crafting table once more.
This time, two massive [Boxing Gloves], comparable in size to the Australian continental plate, appeared out of thin air on Tomie's hands.
However, Yang Yi didn't stop there.
He seemed to feel that this kind of battle still lacked a bit of ceremonial flair.
He casually waved his hand at the empty void beside him.
In an instant, four impossibly large pillars of light shot up in the space near Earth.
A golden ring of energy ropes rapidly stretched between the pillars, ultimately enclosing both Tomie and the moon monster within a standard octagonal fighting ring.
Above the ring, giant holographic neon letters flashed, casting a colorful glow.
[Round Two, Begin!]
The baseball uniform on Tomie's body writhed and transformed once again, turning into a form-fitting professional boxing outfit.
She raised her hands and lightly tapped the two giant gloves together, producing a muffled, booming thud.
The moon monster opposite her seemed to be affected by this absurd power of rules as well.
The countless tentacles on its body involuntarily retracted inward, assuming a clumsy and comical defensive posture.
[Rule: In the ring, let your fists do the talking]
*Ding—!*
Yang Yi rang the bell, starting the match.
The moment the bell rang, Tomie moved.
Taking a single step, her figure crossed a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers.
Then, a right hook capable of knocking the Earth out of its orbit smashed ruthlessly into the moon's bizarre and ugly face.
"Ora ora ora ora!"
The next second, countless fist shadows poured out like a torrential storm.
The Cybertron armor on the moon's surface was shattered inch by inch, turning into cosmic dust.
Those plant roots were beaten into a pulp the instant they made contact with her fists.
The moon monster grew desperate under the beating.
The plant tentacles on its back suddenly shot out, attempting to wrap around Tomie's neck.
*Fweeeet—!*
Yang Yi immediately blew a whistle, a giant red card appearing out of thin air in his hand.
"Foul! Penalty!"
Before his voice even faded, a bolt of lightning struck the moon monster out of nowhere.
That power forced it to retract all its tentacles.
Yang Yi seemed to feel this wasn't lively enough.
Through various screens across the globe, he broadcasted the footage of this interstellar boxing match live to all of humanity.
He even paired it with incredibly hyped-up background music.
On Earth, as humanity watched this absurd spectacle, their initial panic began to develop in a baffling direction.
Countless people began shouting at the sky, cheering for that giant, beautiful girl.
Some underground casinos even opened betting pools for the match, taking wagers on exactly how many seconds that ugly moon thing could last.
The global despair was, in this moment, completely transformed into an absurd worldwide carnival.
After being shocked by the penalty lightning a few times, the moon monster seemed to realize the problem.
It gave up on its cheap tricks, condensed its tentacles into a fist, and was just about to smash a heavy punch into the back of Tomie's head.
Another bolt of lightning struck down.
*Fweeeet!* "Striking the back of the head, another foul!"
A broken, despairing expression appeared on the moon monster's giant, ugly face.
*How was it supposed to play when the referee was literally on her side?*
Following that, under Tomie's relentless heavy punches and Yang Yi's merciless penalties, it completely lost the will to resist.
Ultimately, its body exploded spectacularly in space, turning into countless floating fragments.
Giant holographic subtitles appeared in the sky at this moment.
[Winner: Tomie]
Tomie raised her hands high, basking in the victory.
Yang Yi, meanwhile, molded the metallic wreckage of Cybertron into a massive championship belt and handed it to Tomie.