Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

Void's clone grinned as his gaze lingered on the battered warrior before him.

Jiren lay motionless, his body riddled with wounds. Blood dripped onto the shattered ground beneath him, his breaths weak and uneven.

"Pathetic," Void's clone muttered, stepping closer to Jiren's broken form.

Jiren was drained, his vision blurred. Even shifting his eyes felt impossible. Yet, in his fading consciousness, he sensed multiple auras flaring up. A weak chuckle escaped his lips.

"Those weaklings... how did they become so strong?" Jiren murmured between ragged breaths, barely able to see beyond a few inches in front of him.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed, and then—familiar human shoes entered his line of sight.

Jiren sighed at the words he heard next.

"I guess it's over for you."

Void's clone crouched, gripping Jiren's head with one hand and lifting him effortlessly. Now at eye level, he smirked.

"Funny… all your determination, your hard work… it's all because you can't let go of the past." His voice was laced with cold amusement. "You'll never see them again."

Void's clone released Jiren's head and turned away.

"Oh… and you are a failure."

With those parting words, he walked away.

BOOM!

The ring trembled violently as massive chunks of its nearly indestructible material shattered and disintegrated into dust—the strongest material in the Dragon Ball world, reduced to nothing.

Void's clone smiled, but then—he felt it.

A terrifying, burning aura surged behind him. From a retrospective view, a figure bathed in blazing red light rose to his feet, his massive frame towering over Void's smaller form.

"Thank you… for awakening this strength in me," Jiren said indifferently.

Void's clone glanced down. A hand—Jiren's hand—was gripping his torso.

Void merely smiled as his existence was erased.

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Meanwhile…

Void's main body stood over Goku, who was barely holding himself upright. He had beaten the Saiyan into a stupor, savoring every moment, taunting him in the most abusive ways possible. After all, if he didn't push Goku to the brink… how else would he awaken Ultra Instinct?

Goku wavered, his legs trembling. His eyes were shut tight. He was on the verge of collapse.

"Is this it?" Void wondered aloud, throwing a slow punch.

He wouldn't lie—he had seen signs of Ultra Instinct in Goku, but it had yet to fully manifest. But now…

Time seemed to freeze. The gods, deities, and mortals alike watched as Void's fist neared its target. Then—

Goku moved.

A subtle shift, just enough to evade the strike.

Then—a blinding white light.

"This is…" Beerus's voice rang from the stands as several Destroyers stood in shock.

And it wasn't over.

Void launched attack after attack, but none landed. Goku, now enveloped in a dazzling aura, evaded each one effortlessly.

Finally, he reappeared atop a hill, the white radiance engulfing everything around him.

"This mortal… he's something else," Beerus muttered. "The technique even gods struggle to master… and he has it within reach."

The Destroyers all stood in acknowledgment.

"Magnificent in all its splendor," Beerus continued. "This is… Autonomous Ultra Instinct."

A surge of power erupted across the battlefield.

Top. Jiren. Beast Gohan. Ultra Ego Vegeta. Kefla, ascending to Super Saiyan 2. Black Frieza. Even Hit…

Each one unlocked a terrifying new form.

The rest? Dead.

Only these eight remained.

Every one of Void's clones had been obliterated—meaning each of these fighters had surpassed at least ten percent of his power.

Void exhaled sharply, his grin widening.

"Ahh… magnificent."

The gods could only watch in stunned silence.

These mortals… had reached their true strength.

Void closed his eyes. "In this form… I'm no match for you all."

Then—the Null Realm pulsed.

A suffocating aura blanketed everything.

Void smirked. "But who said… this was my true form?"

His body expanded, his size doubling to two meters in an instant.

If they were in a regular universe, it would have been obliterated on the spot. But here? In the Null Realm?

Void could finally go all out.

Two horns. Six unfolded wings.

Dark, scaled skin, laced with fire-like patterns.

An infinity symbol burned into his chest.

His mere presence sent a ripple through existence.

He was magnificent. Glorious. Terrifying. Chaotic.

"So… this is a demon?" Beerus murmured.

"Is this… the true form of this being?"

Even the Grand Priest was intrigued.

"This… this was what I saw," the Present Zeno giggled.

"Same, same! Funny!" Future Zeno chimed in.

Back in the ring—

Eight warriors stood, their auras shaking the Null Realm itself.

Each one now stood at the early Rank 3.

"So this is your true form, warrior," Jiren said, his gaze indifferent.

"I finally get to see your true power," Goku muttered.

"Are you ready to lose?" Vegeta smirked.

Void laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Status:

Host: Void

Race: Primordial Demon

Rank: 3 - Quasi-Middle Level

Soul: 10,000 / 100,000

Blessing: Son of the Abyss

Laws: Fire (Low Level), Torture (Low Level), Creation, Destruction, Nothingness, Strength, Space-Time

Void's smirk widened.

"Of course… I have to go all out—for respect."

His power multiplied instantly, his aura surging by the hundreds.

"Winning or losing is irrelevant," Hit said, his eyes glowing purple. Time itself dilated around him as he trespassed upon the timelines.

"My pride as the Prince of Saiyans… I represent us." Vegeta's smirk was unwavering. "If I lose, the Saiyan race loses."

He clenched his fists. Space shattered around him.

"If I die, the Saiyan race dies." Vegeta's aura erupted. "And I won't die."

"You have to die," Beast Gohan said coldly, his energy rippling outward.

Frieza scoffed. "Hah! These damn monkeys love to talk." His black aura shook the Null Realm itself. "How dare you step on the face of the Emperor of the Universe?"

"Our power is beyond your comprehension," Kefla smirked, her energy rising.

"Hakai."

Without hesitation, Top attacked.

The destructive energy surged forward, crashing into Void.

And Void?

Void grinned.

His bloodline aura descended, pressing down on the battlefield—even the gods felt its weight.

The true battle was about to begin.

Boom!

An explosion erupted as everyone moved.

"Our back!" Hit said as everyone fired blasts toward the rear, forcing Void to dodge to the side.

"You can see or predict the future now?" Void asked, a slight frown appearing on his face.

"Guess," Hit replied, twisting his neck slightly.

Boom!

Void was sent flying dozens of meters as Hit's attack connected at a single precise point.

Void grinned, but before he could react, two figures appeared above him—Jiren and Vegeta.

They attacked simultaneously. Void raised both hands, blocking their strikes, but he slid back slightly from the force of their blows.

"Wow," Void murmured excitedly—just as a fist smashed into his stomach.

Gohan had appeared.

Hakai!

A deep sound echoed as destructive energy surged toward Void. He endured the slight pain, vanishing from sight, only to reappear above them to catch his breath.

But that was a mistake—a predicted one.

Frieza was already waiting.

Void barely had time to react before one of Frieza's destructive blows landed squarely on him.

Boom!

Void crashed into the ground, creating a crater dozens of meters wide.

As the smoke cleared, Void stood on his feet, unshaken.

"Good, good. Again," he said indifferently.

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Beyond the nine layers of space lay another, the final layer.

A room was created on a large piece of land floating with the materials able to destroy multiple multi universes with an attack.

Here, multiple beings with terrifying auras gathered—not their true forms, merely rays of consciousness—yet their presence was imposing, overwhelming.

Angels, demons, gods, the human race, and countless others had assembled.

Each was a true monster, a ruler of reality, standing at the terrifying Rank 6 Realm—whether at the low, middle, high, or peak stages. From the Alpha Verse to the Zeroth and throughout the Omniverse, these beings reigned supreme.

Among them were a few Quasi-Rank 7 entities, including Predator, who had just finished breaking through.

"Why summon a meeting? I planned to destroy you all," a primordial demon said indifferently.

"Idiot," a member of an unknown race muttered as an angel shook its head.

"So this is the Primordial Demon?" a fallen angel remarked as all eyes turned toward him.

Lucifer, the Morning Star.

"Devil, Satan, the same thing," a human warrior commented with a chuckle.

"Different names, same being," Lucifer replied with a smile.

"You all have been gathered here for a reason," a voice spoke—a voice that made even the most powerful beings flinch.

God.

Not a god—The God.

No one knew His origin, only that He was the most mysterious being in all fiction. He never fought. He merely spoke—and His enemies ceased to exist.

Even more terrifying was His title:

The God of Aura.

The God of Wonders.

The One present in every fiction.

The One above all other gods.

"My legs are quivering, Your Majesty," a demon with eighteen wings stepped forward, his voice filled with sarcastic reverence.

His Primordial Demon bloodline was high, his form magnificent.

Everyone bowed—except the Quasi-Rank 7 beings: God, Predator, Lucifer, and a select few.

His eighteen wings symbolized his near ascension to Rank 7.

"Back off," God said, his tone calm but absolute.

"And if I don't?" the demon challenged.

God simply smiled.

His form was light itself—his face unseen, his presence unfathomable.

"Weak," God said.

Boom!

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

The demon staggered, his body weakening.

Boom!

Time distorted. The demon vanished, escaping into a different space-time, only to reappear moments later.

This time, his expression was serious.

"What the actual fuck?" an immortal swordsman muttered, sensing the shift in power.

Now he understood why everyone feared this 'God.'

"Silence now?" God asked, his tone almost amused.

The demon snorted but said nothing.

"Alright," God continued, "we've all been stuck at Rank 6 or the Quasi-Rank 7 realm for a long time. And we've all wondered why."

The gathered beings listened, their expressions solemn—except for the Primordial Demons and the Phantom Race, who remained indifferent.

"We've all seen it—the Primordial Snake of Chaos that coils around our existence. To surpass it, we must reach Rank 7.

"But we can't.

"Because the highest level this entire Fitel can sustain is Quasi-Rank 7.

"And the only way to change that—is through war."

A heavy silence followed.

"An all-out war between every Multiverse and Omniverse?" The Presence asked, his voice deep.

One Above All smiled.

"Does this include us?" another eighteen-winged Primordial Demon questioned, his gaze sharp.

Everyone turned to God, awaiting his answer.

"Yes," God said.

And the room fell silent.

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