Chapter 19 - Take Aizen down!
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.
Suske Aizen, now an entity of unimaginable power, had taken over the position of the Great Weeb Overlord. 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.
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." Whis, the calm and collected angelic assistant to Beerus, 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 anime, 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," Whis 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 who'd done nothing 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 hand, effortlessly reassembling reality.
"Maybe after I finish my tea," 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."
Back in the mortal realm, several universes collided in catastrophic fashion. The JoJo's Bizarre Adventure universe began bleeding into Naruto's, creating a bizarre, nonsensical nightmare of muscle-bound heroes and metaphysical punches that literally broke reality. Meanwhile, in One Piece, Luffy's face was on the floor as some cosmic pirate warlord began questioning his existence.
Even Dragon Ball Z couldn't escape. 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—"
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.
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Goku's grin only grew. "I don't know, but I'm going to beat the crap out of you anyway."
The final confrontation had begun.
Zeno was now playing with a button, Whis sipping on tea as they watched the impending battle unfold. "I wonder if they'll actually succeed in stopping him this time," Whis mused.
"Doesn't matter," Zeno chirped, his tiny hands lifting a tablet. "I can just hit erase and start over again."