Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

It didn't matter if it was a slap, a punch, or even a single finger.

Every move Broly made spelled the end for the so-called "Gods." None of them could escape his grasp.

Broly was a being destined for battle from birth.

A Saiyan unleashing his true nature: that of a predator born to destroy.

Some gods, witnessing his terrifying strength, fell to their knees. They begged for mercy, pleaded for their lives like mere mortals facing their inevitable demise.

Others tried to flee, abandoning every trace of divine pride.

But to Broly, they were little more than turtles.

In the blink of an eye, he would catch them. With every step, every blow, every Ki blast he unleashed, gods fell one after another.

The Valhalla Arena, a place constructed by the gods themselves with nearly indestructible divine materials, could not withstand Broly's fury.

Boom!

With each impact of his fists, the arena floor cracked. Deep fissures and massive craters spread, turning the once majestic coliseum into a landscape of ruins.

The Valhalla Arena was designed to endure the battles of gods themselves, like a mountain that could never be moved.

Crash!

A final strike penetrated directly into the arena floor.

Fragments of divine stone flew in all directions as the echoes of destruction reverberated in the ears of everyone present.

Click!

The cracks spread, as though the arena was about to collapse entirely.

And yet, Broly held back.

If not for his consideration of the humans, Brynhildr, and her sisters, he would have launched a Ki blast like the one he used to destroy much of planet Vampa.

Had he done so, even if Valhalla had the mass of a planet, it would have been reduced to nothing in seconds.

Standing in a pool of blood, he took a deep breath, his body gradually relaxing.

The destructive aura that had enveloped him throughout the battle began to fade. The rage in his eyes dissipated, replaced by something else...

Satisfaction

He had enjoyed every second.

...

Elsewhere

In the only part of Valhalla left untouched—the side where Brynhildr stood—humans watched in awe, fear, and reverence.

Broly's figure, covered in blood yet towering like a titan, rose above the remains of the fallen gods.

The ground was littered with mutilated limbs, shattered bodies, and blood-soaked craters.

The humans trembled at the sight of Broly's killing capacity. His sheer destructive power was terrifying, beyond anything they could have imagined.

And yet... they couldn't help but admire him.

He killed the gods!

Ragnarok had been fulfilled!

Even Brynhildr, always composed and serene, couldn't stop her expression from faltering. Her body trembled slightly as her eyes scanned the remains of the gods.

Zeus and Odin… the kings of the gods, those she had considered the greatest threats to humanity, were... dead.

All of them were massacred.

Thor, the strongest god. Shiva, the second in power.

"Did… this really happen?" she murmured, unable to accept what her eyes were seeing.

However, there were two exceptions.

Hercules and Buddha were still alive.

Broly had spared their lives for reasons known only to him. Perhaps it was whimsy, or maybe he saw something in them that he respected.

Both lay on the ground, their bodies trembling from the aura Broly had unleashed.

Hercules, the symbol of strength and heroism, couldn't stand.

Buddha, the enlightened one, couldn't even breathe calmly.

Perhaps something deeper—

The sheer destructive aura of Broly had paralyzed them. Their will, their strength, their divinity, their pride as gods… all of it had been crushed.

At that moment, in the Multiversal Chat Group, the tension that had filled the air during Broly's massacre broke.

After a moment of absolute silence, everyone began speaking at once.

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Holy crap, this is insane! Broly… you're in a league of your own! Ragnarok personified! So freaking epic!"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Especially when he said those words to Heimdall! I'M DYING OF EXCITEMENT!!"

Bloody Habanera: "My God… Broly is… too much. Too strong! How the hell can something like this exist?"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Are we really seeing this? Is this something a mortal can achieve? I don't think so… no."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "And these gods… it's not like they were weak. They weren't just decorative figures. But Broly tore them apart like they were paper!"

Not the School Flower: "Haha, what did I tell you? I told you there was no need to worry about Broly. He's a Saiyan. What did you expect? Those guys aren't like ordinary mortals!"

Bloody Habanera: "Hey, stop right there! Explain yourself already! What the hell are Saiyans? You've left us in the dark too many times without explaining anything!"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose…"

Not the School Flower: "Haha… fine, fine. Listen up. Saiyans are a warrior race from the universe, specialists in the art of war. They literally sell planets after conquering them. Get it? They're a race made for destruction!"

Not the School Flower:"And Broly… well, he's special. As his name says, 'The Legendary Super Saiyan", a unique mutant of his race that appears once every countless generations. And you know what? He was born with 10,000 combat power units."

Not the School Flower: "You think that's 'strong'?"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "That name alone has so much aura! But wait… what does having 10,000 combat units mean?"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Yeah, I'm curious about that. Broly was born with that amount, but is it as impressive as it sounds? Is 10,000 really that much?"

Bloody Habanera: "Exactly! Because, let's be honest, it sounds strong, but… strong enough to do this?"

Not the School Flower: "Haha, oh, you! What makes you think 10,000 combat units isn't much?"

Not the School Flower: "Let me make it simple: 400 combat units can destroy the moon. 18,000 units can destroy the entire Earth. Now think for a moment… if 10,000 can destroy planets smaller than Earth, what do you think happens when that number keeps rising?"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "..."

The Strongest Man on Earth: "..."

Bloody Habanera: "..."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "With… 18,000 combat power… you can destroy Earth?"

Before joining the Multiversal Chat Group, Vermouth had dismissed anything supernatural. Her worldly experience had taught her to value the tangible, the scientific.

Even after joining the group, she still struggled to accept some of the things she saw.

But this… this was different.

The idea that someone could destroy an entire planet—a feat that not even humanity's greatest treasures could achieve with all their combined effort—was simply too much to process.

Destroy the Earth?

Even if you gathered all the nuclear explosives in the world, you could barely scratch its surface. But Broly… 18,000 combat power… could blow it up like a toy?