The silence of the multiverse was shattered. A powerful new force had risen, one that had defied all natural order, all logic, and—quite frankly—had gotten so out of hand that even the gods themselves were shaking in their proverbial boots.
With the end intergalactic brawl with Beerus, Aizen had absorbed, little by little, Ki of God of destruction and his angel. His shinigami body needed a rest to get habitual to that level of powers.
Sosuke Aizen, now an entity of unimaginable power, had taken over the position of the Great Weeb Overlord. He absorbed the Reshi, Reiastsu, KI and Powers of all the variants of contenders of tournament.
Now this wasn't just some odd "world domination" plot. No, this was an existential crisis for all things anime. Aizen had harnessed the power to control the very fabric of the multiverse—every anime universe, every manga, every dimension, all bending to his will. All timelines, all stories, reduced to his puppets.
And the gods? Oh, they were coming. They were coming to end this madness. But, much like any multi-dimensional disaster, it would be a chaotic, violent, and definitely inappropriate affair.
Aizen, ever restless in his pursuit of power, summoned all four members of the Zero Squad.
Tenjiro, Kirio, and Oetsu were cut down instantly — their deaths a ritual necessity to break the seal of the Blood Oath.
The violent release of their spiritual pressure awakened something deep within Senjumaru.
Her true Bankai stirred.
Just as she began to release it, Aizen raised a hand — and interrupted.
"You may wonder why I killed those three... and spared you."
Up in the control room, Kaguya pressed a glowing button. A shimmering mist spread silently — the infamous Harem Gas.
"Is it because your life is not dear to you?" She mused.
"Or is there another reason?"
Aizen tilted his head slightly, reading Senjumaru's shifting expression.
Senjumaru tried to steel herself, but her thoughts became hazy, her heart racing.
Something inside her shifted.
She looked at Aizen — and saw perfection. Power. Beauty. Husband material?
Her hands trembled.
"What... is happening?" she whispered in panic.
Aizen stepped forward, gently pulling her head against his chest, his voice a velvet whisper in her ear.
"Don't resist this beautiful feeling," he whispered, his voice like silk laced with venom.
"Let it devour you, my love."
Senjumaru's pupils dilated. Her breath hitched. The logical, calculating part of her mind screamed — but it was drowned beneath waves of unnatural affection and desire.
Her knees weakened. Her grip on reality slipped further.
Senjumaru closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace as her threads unraveled, not in battle — but in devotion.
In that twisted stillness, where blood met longing and ambition cloaked itself in love, she whispered, "Then let me be yours."
Aizen brushed her dark hair aside and kissed her forehead, sealing not just power, but fate. And in that moment, beneath the weight of stars and betrayal, a new queen was born — willingly.
On the other world
Zeno, the childish yet all-powerful king of the 12 universes, floated in his never-ending throne room, arms crossed and a frown on his face. His immense power could wipe out entire universes in the blink of an eye, yet today, he was visibly distressed.
"This is stupid," Zeno pouted, his usual playful demeanor gone. "I don't even know who this 'Aizen' guy is, but why is everything so... broken now?!" His fingers twitched with the urge to just erase it all, but he was nervous. If Aizen had access to his power, it was a different situation entirely.
"Maybe we should just let him have it. It sounds fun." Grand priest, the calm and collected angelic godfather, was sitting beside Zeno, sipping a drink in a glass that was far too extravagant for a being of his stature. "I mean, it's just a particular universe, right? Who really cares?"
Zeno stared at him with a wide, piercing glare. "You know, I'll erase you for saying that. Erase!"
"Ah, Zeno-sama," Grand priest chuckled, "Always so... volatile. Maybe we should send someone a little less... cute, hmm?"
Far away, in a more chaotic corner of the multiverse, Ymir, the ancient titan from Attack on Titan, was pacing back and forth on the colossal wall of her dimension. She was the first of the Titans—older than time itself, wiser in her deep-rooted, ancient power. Her dark eyes glimmered with a dangerous understanding.
"That Aizen...!" she growled, her voice booming across the walls. "Who the hell does he think he is, messing with the fabric of everything we built? Does he have any idea what it's like to be trapped in a never-ending cycle? To be bound by the rules of fate?"
Her massive fingers flexed as she considered the situation. "I'll snap his neck like a twig."
In a dimension not too far away, the Soul King—yes, that guy from Bleach was stationary at king's palace for hundreds of years—sat in his golden palace, looking exceedingly bored. His expression barely shifted as he gazed over the state of the anime multiverse. His white robes were pristine, his crown gleaming as always.
"Sigh," he murmured. "If I have to witness one more idiotic power struggle in this ridiculous universe, I might just start using my full power. Ugh, but first, I must drink my tea." He took a slow sip of his tea, a gesture that anyone could've sworn was a form of profound meditation. The long-awaited action had begun, yet the Soul King remained unmoved by the situation.
"Shall I move? I suppose I'll have to deal with this... Aizen," he muttered under his breath, his tone dry and unimpressed.
Suddenly, a burst of power shattered the ground beneath his feet. His eyes flickered with something akin to annoyance as he lifted his head, effortlessly reassembling reality and his missing body parts.
"Maybe after I finish my tea."
"Till then, Ichibei bring my zanpakuto," he sighed again.
Meanwhile, in the otherworldly realm of the Otsutsuki clan, Shibai Otsutsuki, the ultimate godly figure of Boruto, had taken notice of the unraveling chaos. Shibai's presence was so powerful that even the atoms themselves bent to his will. His ethereal body, a fusion of god and alien, pulsed with an otherworldly energy as he observed the situation through his infinite eyes.
"How quaint," Shibai mused. "An insect has managed to break the natural order of the multiverse. But what fascinating chaos it is. Perhaps I should let him play for a little while longer." His lips twisted into something that might have been a smile, or perhaps just an expression of amusement.
"Though, I should remind him... not everyone gets to play god."
Back in the center of the chaos, Aizen stood atop the shattered remnants of the Weeb Overlord's throne room. His new position had been obtained through the ultimate manipulation: He'd tricked the system, taken over the role, and seized the ultimate power. Now, all of anime was his playground. But something was still off. He felt... incomplete.
"Ha… I can taste it. I can feel the multiverse bowing to me," Aizen muttered. His eyes glowed with the chilling confidence that only a true master of manipulation could possess. "But what's this? They're coming..."
He extended his senses, feeling the powerful entities that would soon converge upon him. "So, the gods of the anime realms are riled up. How... adorable."
In the Dragon Ball Z Universe, Goku and Vegeta were having an existential crisis, having been suddenly transported to a weird crossover universe where Frieza was now an ally to them, but still, just as annoying. They had to deal with the fact that no one was following the rules anymore.
"Vegeta," Goku said, scratching his head, "Do you feel that? Like, everything's... off?"
"I feel like punching something, Kakarot. But we've never had a universe-bending villain before. Maybe I should—"
A universe-shattering explosion cut them off, and suddenly, a giant, unsettlingly polite voice boomed:
"Greetings, heroes of the animeverse. I am Aizen, your new Great Weeb Overlord." His voice was filled with mocking confidence, and the entire universe seemed to bend to his whims, pulling the fighters into his domain.
"Alright," Goku grinned, clenching his fists. "A new enemy! This could be fun!"
"Fun?!" Vegeta spat, his face twitching. "This isn't fun, this is—"
A power spike everyone wanted.
ULTRA EGO!
Aizen's form glimmered in front of them, his eyes glinting with an eerie calm. "What is fun to you mortals, I wonder?" His fingers snapped, and a new world unfolded before them: a world where nothing made sense, and where all the classic tropes were jumbled together in a twisted dance of chaos.
Frieza stayed quiet.
Then. He turned into BLACK FRIEZA.
Goku's grin only grew. "I don't know, but I'm going to beat the crap out of you anyway."
Goke also activated his ULTRA INSTINCT.
The final confrontation had begun.
Zeno was now playing with a button, Grand priest sipping on tea as they watched the impending battle unfold. "I wonder if they'll actually succeed in stopping him this time," Grand Priest mused.
"Doesn't matter," Zeno chirped, his tiny hands lifting a tablet. "I can just hit erase and start over again."
"Where's the fun in that? Let him struggle a bit first."
The Grand Priest smirked as he turned his back.
"I'll test his strength...myself first."
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