Aizen sat upon his throne, suspended in the void between unseen dimensions, sipping from a glass of celestial wine — stolen from the gods themselves.
Senjumaru and Kaguya lay curled against his chest, their divine forms nestled close, the remnants of battle fading in the glow of quiet triumph.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to.
In that silence, power, love, and conquest intertwined — and Aizen smiled, content in a universe that now belonged to him.
Few hours ago
Goku, Vegeta, and Frieza — titans of their realms — fell that day.
Aizen didn' t let his ego fight for him that day.
He let his ego rest, and sent forth his queens — Kaguya and Senjumaru — newly buffed, their strength magnified beyond comprehension.
The battlefield warped.
Senjumaru ensnared the trio within her domain, a kaleidoscope of threads and illusions. Then, as their senses struggled, Kyōka Suigetsu took hold — reality bent, and their minds shattered under complete hypnosis.
Before they could breathe, Kaguya descended, her Truth-Seeking Balls, now blackened with celestial fury, tore through them like divine executioners.
What once stood as legends were now just scattered remnants — victims of a higher order.
"They call themselves strongest, yet they act so predictably," he mused. "Arrogance. The greatest weakness of the divine."
Now, it was time to witness the mighty fall.
Zeno, the Omni-King.
Shibai Ōtsutsuki, the god of chakra.
The Soul King, the ruler of all realms.
Each one a cosmic pillar in their own right — untouchable, eternal.
But Aizen's plan was as elegant as it was terrifying: lure them, one by one, and strip them of their essence. Not through brute force — but through control.
He stood atop the spiraling throne of illusion, his eyes half-lidded with serene arrogance.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Not even deities," he said, "can escape the power of my illusions."
Muzan's "Scientific" Experiment
Camera shifts to a different reality where deep within his underground lair, Muzan Kibutsuji had taken on a new identity—Kazuya Kinoshita.
Why? Because in his infinitely depraved mind, Muzan had devised a genius experiment. If Nezuko's immunity to sunlight stemmed from emotions, what better way to test those emotions than through… romance?
"Nezuko-chan~" Muzan purred in an awkward, fake-boyfriend tone, adjusting his rented suit. "You know… I've always admired you from afar."
Nezuko blinked. Then blinked again. Then sniffed the air.
"You smell like disappointment and bad decisions," she said flatly.
Muzan twitched. "Nonsense! I am a kind and devoted man!"
Nezuko stepped back, her eyes narrowing. "Wait… are you… Muzan?!"
Before she could react, he grabbed her waist, whispering, "For science, my dear."
He tore her bras and panty.
"Let the DNA sample be your mucus, bitch!"
Just as he put it in—
BOOOOOOM!
The wall exploded into fiery wreckage.
"BASTARD!!!!"
TANJIRO KAMADO stood there, face twisted in unimaginable rage. The sheer force of his fury cracked the air. His Nichirin blade burned like the sun itself.
"First you killed my family… then you turned my sister into a demon… AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO SEDUCE HER?!"
Muzan, in the process of intercourse, sighed. "Technically, I'm studying her."
Tanjiro's breath became ragged. "I AM ABOUT TO STUDY HOW MANY PIECES I CAN CUT YOU INTO, YOU SICK SON OF A—"
With a battle cry fueled by pure wrath, Tanjiro lunged.
Muzan barely dodged as Tanjiro's Hinokami Kagura attack ignited the entire lair. Nezuko was still hanging on his penis. The two clashed at impossible speeds, shaking the earth. Muzan transformed mid-fight, unleashing his grotesque true form.
He continued the process.
"You… will… not… stop… my research!" Muzan roared, tentacles whipping through the air.
Tanjiro slashed them all apart. "I WILL STOP YOU FROM EVER SPEAKING AGAIN!"
As they clashed for hours, Muzan remained committed to one thing: relentlessly fucking Nezuko.
It all conluded when Muzan, with a sneer, ejaculated in Tanjiro's eyes and sliced him down in one ruthless motion.
"Open the gate to the Infinity Castle," Muzan growled, a twisted smile playing on his lips.
"It's time to overthrow...Aizen!"
Aizen & Ymir Fritz: The Art of Seduction
In the ethereal realm of the Paths, Ymir Fritz wandered, her existence bound to eternity. Then—
Footsteps.
She turned. Her eyes widened. Karl Fritz stood before her.
"My love," he whispered.
Tears welled in her eyes. "You… you've returned?"
Aizen—disguised as Karl Fritz—stepped closer. His voice was soft, intoxicating. "You have suffered too long, Ymir. Let me… take away your pain."
Ymir trembled. "But… I am bound…"
Aizen caressed her cheek. "No. You are bound because you believe you are. Give yourself to me, and I shall free you."
She shivered at his touch. "But Karl, you—"
Aizen smirked inwardly. This was too easy.
He leaned in, whispering, "You deserve passion, Ymir. Devotion. Let me… worship you."
Her lips parted, her resistance fading. Aizen pulled her into an embrace, her fate now sealed.
"A god must fall before they realize they were never free."
Urahara & Yoruichi: Breaking the System
Meanwhile, inside the Intergalactic Gallery, Urahara and Yoruichi sprinted through shifting corridors as alarms blared.
"This is the worst date ever!" Yoruichi shouted.
Urahara grinned. "What? I thought you liked running through cosmic death traps with me!"
"Next time, we're doing a spa day!"
They dodged lasers, evaded black holes, and finally burst into the Control Room.
Urahara cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let's hijack this place."
Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "And here I thought you only hacked panties off women."
Urahara waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, I'm good at both."
Connecting to the system, they reached out to Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
"Mayuri, old friend, we need a favor!"
Mayuri's distorted voice crackled through. "If this is about borrowing my experimental tentacle serum—"
Yoruichi gagged. "OH GOD, STOP."
Urahara sighed. "No, we need to override a multiversal broadcast and—"
"Do I LOOK like your personal IT department?!"
Yoruichi crossed her arms. "Mayuri, if you don't help, I'm telling everyone about that 'accident' you had with Nemu's—"
"FINE! Give me five minutes!"
Urahara stared at the monitors, his eyes narrowing.
Everything that would unravel — every twist, betrayal, and battle — was already playing out on the screens before him. From here, he could summon reinforcements, lock down chambers, and manipulate every compartment of the tournament grounds.
He adjusted his hat, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"You've played well, Aizen...."
He continued.
"Checkmate"
Makima vs. Three Idiots
Makima found herself in a pocket dimension, surrounded by three grinning idiots—Luffy, Denji, and Gojo.
She sighed. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Luffy stretched his arms. "I dunno, but I like it!"
Denji licked his lips. "I don't care how or why, but this is my dream come true."
Gojo removed his blindfold, revealing those eyes. "Well, well… I do love a woman in charge."
Makima smirked. "Oh? You guys think you can handle me?"
Luffy cracked his knuckles. "Let's see!"
Denji grinned. "I'M SO READY."
Gojo chuckled. "This'll be fun."
Makima's smirk deepened. "Come then, boys. Let's see what you've got."
What was meant to be intimacy turned to violence — no more penetration, only cold, deliberate stabbing.
The Arrival of the Gods
Reality trembled. The skies shattered. Time fractured.
A golden glow illuminated the cosmos. The presence of gods flooded existence itself.
Zeno.Shibai.The Soul King.And Grand priest.
Zeno tilted his head. "Ooooh! This looks fun!"
"Let's hope this doesn't count as overkill," the Grand Priest said with a serene smile.
Shibai's eyes narrowed. "A mortal seeks to trap us? How amusing."
The Soul King remained silent.
Aizen's lips curled into a smirk. "Checkmate."
The End!
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Don't worry it's not appeal or request. Just expressing my feelings.
Thanks for reading to this point! Next chapter "Take down Aizen!" is far from being complete. I don't think it will ever be published. Sorry for that.
Reason? I am a student. I don't have enough time and motivation to continue.
Anyways, Hope you enjoyed my service.
Farewell!
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