Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

The golden Great Ape launched itself at Darkseid, the sheer force of its leap shattering distant asteroids caught in the gravitational wake of its movement. William's massive form burned like a miniature sun, his golden fur gleaming with raw power, his crimson eyes locked onto the New God with fury as ancient as the cosmos itself.

"RAAAHH!" His deafening roar echoed across the void, a primal declaration of dominance that sent tremors rippling through space itself. He drew back a colossal fist, muscles coiling with enough power to split a planet in two.

Darkseid, ever the unshaken tyrant, met the oncoming assault without hesitation. His gargantuan fist tightened, and the Omega Force surged through his form, wrapping his knuckles in an eerie, crimson glow. His expression remained as cold and imperious as ever as if he were a god sculpted from the very fabric of the universe itself.

And then, they collided—

"BOOOOOOM!"

A cataclysmic shockwave erupted from the point of impact, a sphere of energy expanding outward with a force so immense it tore apart nearby celestial debris. Planets quivered in their orbits, and a dying star in the distance flickered under the sheer pressure of their clashing might.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Their fists became a blur of golden light and crimson energy, a battle of speed and power so absolute that it seemed as if they weren't moving at all, only the relentless detonations of force gave testament to their blows. The raw kinetic energy they unleashed shredded space-time itself, distorting reality in rippling waves.

Then, with a growl of unrelenting rage, William's massive tail whipped around like a golden comet, coiling around Darkseid's armored leg with crushing force. The New God barely had a moment to react before—

"CRACK!"

With a single monstrous heave, William swung Darkseid like a ragdoll, the force of the movement sending out a gravitational ripple that tore apart a nearby asteroid field. Darkseid's body became a streak of darkness against the cosmos as he slammed into a nearby moon's surface.

"KRA-KOOOOOM!"

The once-pristine lunar sphere shattered like fragile glass, its core collapsing inward, sending a halo of debris into space. Dust and molten fragments exploded outward in all directions, forming an expanding ring of destruction that would take centuries to fully dissipate.

Yet, from within the devastation, Darkseid rose. His red eyes blazed with restrained fury, his armor chipped but his stance unwavering. He wiped a trickle of dark, celestial blood from the corner of his mouth and exhaled slowly, as if acknowledging, for the first time in eons, that he was facing a true contender.

William, still in his Great Ape form, snarled through bared fangs, his massive chest heaving as he pounded a golden fist against it like a war drum.

From within the swirling chaos of dust and shattered moon rock, a pair of deep, burning red eyes pierced through the darkness. They smoldered like dying embers before suddenly flaring to life, igniting with pure, unrelenting Omega energy.

Then—

"ZRAAAASH!"

A searing Omega Beam erupted from the void, twisting through space in its chaotic, unpredictable trajectory. It curved, jagged, and alive, its path erratic yet inescapable. William barely had time to register the attack before—

"BAM!"

The first strike slammed into his golden chest, launching him backward as if struck by the fist of the cosmos itself. His enhanced instincts screamed at him to evade, but it was already too late.

"BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!"

Like a predator toying with its prey, Darkseid's Omega Beams relentlessly pursued William, striking him over and over with unerring precision. Each detonation sent another violent shockwave rippling through the void, each impact forcing the mighty Great Ape's form to twist and convulse under the sheer tormenting force of the energy. From afar, it looked as if the golden titan was being juggled by beams of pure destruction.

The final blow struck with earth-shattering force.

"RUMBLE!"

A massive explosion tore through William's body, sending a crimson spray of blood scattering through space in a weightless, grotesque display. His titanic form, once indomitable, now floated limply amid the debris, his fur scorched, his breathing ragged.

Deep, cavernous wounds marred his once-mighty body. A gaping hole had been burned clean through his chest, his heart seemingly obliterated by the Omega energy. His stomach bore another savage puncture, his golden fur slick with his burning blood. His left leg, was gone, reduced to nothing but cosmic dust.

Darkseid watched with an amused smirk, floating effortlessly, his crimson gaze cold and unfeeling.

"An inevitability, nothing more," he intoned, his voice carrying the weight of fate itself.

William drifted, barely conscious, his vision fading into blackness. Pain. Fury. Defeat. They threatened to consume him whole.

But then—

A spark.

A whisper.

A feeling older than reason and stronger than despair.

His fingers twitched. His breathing hitched. And deep within his very soul, something began to ignite.

The words.

Those words.

"An inevitability, nothing more."

The sheer audacity of them sent a surge of molten rage coursing through his broken body. His dull, dimming eyes snapped open—

And they burned.

Not with gold.

But with red.

"CRACK!"

A rift in space tore open, jagged and unnatural, as something ancient and terrible forced its way into the material realm. A small, blood-red object shimmered with malevolent energy, clawing its way free from the depths of his System Space.

It hovered before him, pulsing in the blackness, radiating with something primal, something undeniable—

A voice echoed in his mind, deep, guttural, brimming with recognition.

"You have great rage in your heart."

The red ring flared with violent energy, its infernal glow searing into the darkness, illuminating William's mangled form. It danced before his massive, outstretched hand, as if awaiting the choice it already knew would be made.

His free finger twitched, but now, another power called to him. A power that would not be denied.

The Red Ring grew in size, adjusting, shifting, until it slid onto his enormous, armored finger.

The moment it locked in place, the cosmos itself seemed to tremble.

"BOOM!"

A deep, rhythmic pulse exploded outward from William's broken body, rippling across the battlefield. A storm of crimson light consumed him.

The rage took hold.

His mangled flesh twisted and reshaped itself, but not in the way of conventional healing. No, this was something more vicious. More primal.

The gaping hole in his chest became a beacon of writhing, molten red energy, forming a pulsing heart-shaped nexus of pure, condensed rage. It burned brighter, and hotter, its glow drowning out even the distant stars.

William's missing leg? It did not regrow as flesh. Instead, it was replaced by a crimson construct of sheer will, its surface cracked and jagged like a living storm of wrath barely contained. His wounds hissed and sealed shut as the Red Lantern energy coursed through his veins, reforging him not as the wounded warrior he had been—

But as something greater.

Something unshackled.

Something that could not be killed.

His body pulsed once more, the energy inside him howling in fury. The space around him cracked under the sheer pressure of his awakening.

And then—

His eyes snapped upward, locking onto Darkseid once more.

The fearsome glow of his irises had changed.

They were no longer just red.

They were a maelstrom of blood and vengeance.

And they carried within them a promise.

A promise of annihilation.

William's golden fur darkened, its radiant glow twisting into an infernal burning crimson, as if his very essence had been set ablaze by the wrath now consuming him. His symbiotic armor reformed, but this time, it was something far more menacing, the organic bone plating had become darker, denser, and jagged, its surface brimming with violent energy. From his back and shoulders, gleaming bone spikes jutted outward, their tips glowing an ominous, pulsating red, crackling like unstable embers of rage-fueled destruction.

William no longer resembled a Great Ape.

He looked like a primordial beast torn from the deepest, most nightmarish depths of the cosmos.

Darkseid, hovering above the shattered remnants of the moon, observed this new transformation with amusement, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Oh… so you've still got some fight left in you, huh?" The New God's voice rumbled with dark delight, his fingers curling as he prepared to unleash another devastating Omega Beam. His crimson gaze flared, the crackling energy of inevitable annihilation building within his eyes—

But he never got the chance to fire.

Because in that very instant, William vanished.

A flicker.

A blur of crimson light—

"SHK!"

Darkseid jerked violently as a searing hot pain tore through his skull.

William had reappeared right in front of him, his speed defying even the limits of perception, one of his massive, gleaming bone spikes driven directly into Darkseid's left eye socket!

"CRUNCH!"

The spike splintered from the sheer force of the impact, fragments of glowing red bone embedding themselves deeper into Darkseid's skull like molten daggers.

The universe itself seemed to tremble as the New God let loose a roar of agony so deafening that entire planetary landscapes shattered beneath its resonance.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"

The sheer force of his pain-fueled scream rippled across the atmosphere, the shockwave erasing mountains, toppling citadels, and reducing entire megastructures to dust.

William, undeterred, snarled through bared fangs, his burning bloodlust-fueled rage unrelenting.

He clamped his massive, clawed hand around Darkseid's head like an executioner securing his prey.

And then, he descended.

"WHOOSH!"

The very fabric of space seemed to warp as William, fueled by the unyielding power of the Red Lantern Ring, propelled himself downward at nearly the speed of light. The sheer velocity ignited the very air around them, causing a dense corona of searing red fire to envelop their bodies, a blazing comet of pure destructive intent plummeting toward the world below.

Their trajectory was locked.

Their destination?

Darkseid's Palace.

The heart of his dominion.

The very throne of the God of Tyranny.

And William was about to drag him through it.

The atmosphere burned as their blazing descent carved a scarlet trail across the sky.

And then—

"BOOOOOOM!"

They hit.

The impact rivaled a dozen supernovas.

The ground beneath them detonated, sending waves of destruction surging outward in all directions. The very core of the planet trembled, lava bursting from fractured crusts, entire mountain ranges disintegrating upon the first wave of force. Even the volcanic rock, a substance forged in the very bowels of Apokolips' infernal landscape, melted instantly, reduced to vapor as the raw force of their collision ripped through the planet's surface like an extinction-level event.

And yet, despite the devastation, despite the carnage, one thing became abundantly clear:

They had landed directly into the Infinity Pit itself.

The heart of Darkseid's empire.

A place where gods were reborn and lesser beings were consumed.

As the smoke and molten debris settled, a lone figure rose from the epicenter of the destruction.

Darkseid.

His remaining eye burned with absolute, unbridled fury. His face was twisted in a mixture of rage and disbelief, volcanic blood streaming from the ruined remains of his left eye.

This was no longer amusement.

No longer calculated arrogance.

This was war.

With a thought, Darkseid summoned his weapon.

"SHING!"

A monstrous spear of pure annihilation materialized in his grasp, his God-Slayer Spear.

Only this time, it expanded, stretching and twisting, growing in mass and size to match the scale of this battle. The weapon pulsed with raw Omega energy, shifting in the air, its very presence distorting the surrounding space.

But he would not wield it with mere hands alone.

"WHOOSH!"

The spear suddenly launched forward with unnatural, telekinetic precision, aiming straight for William. It moved like a living entity, a serpent of death, its razor-sharp tip glowing with the promise of absolute destruction.

And yet, William, his eyes now nothing but swirling pools of abyssal crimson, did not flinch.

He simply grinned.

And the battle was far from over.

With a single, commanding wave of his hand, the Thunder-Spire materialized in William's colossal grip, crackling with volatile crimson lightning. The energy coursed through the weapon, dancing like chained storms desperate to break free.

His massive, clawed fingers clenched around the staff as he cocked it back, muscles coiling with enough force to distort the very space around him.

And then—

He threw it.

The Thunder-Spire shot forward like a celestial spear, splitting the very air in its path. Its tip, now a burning fusion of red and gold lightning, screamed through the void, seeking its rival.

At the same moment, Darkseid's God-Slayer Spear surged downward, an obsidian bolt of annihilation, infused with the raw, boundless force of Omega energy.

And then—

"BOOOOOOM!"

They collided.

The sheer impact sent a shockwave across the Infinity Pit, warping reality itself as the two legendary weapons clashed in an earth-rending contest of dominance. Red lightning clashed against Omega fire, the two entities refusing to yield, continuing their battle independent of their wielders, spinning and striking as if guided by wills of their own.

"SHING! CRACK! SHK! CRACK! SHING!"

Sparks of raw destruction scattered in every direction, tearing apart the fabric of space, forcing William and Darkseid to momentarily halt—locked in a silent, primal stare within the heart of the pit.

Until Darkseid roared.

"DIE BEFORE DARKSEID!"

The New God surged forward, his enormous form a juggernaut of cosmic ruin, his body now fully engulfed in searing Omega energy. The pit itself trembled as his sheer presence distorted the air, the entire core of the planet shaking beneath the weight of his fury.

Yet William, floating in the molten abyss, never lost his smirk.

It irked Darkseid to no end.

Consumed by his own wrath, the god of Apokolips abandoned all strategy, all caution. He lunged, arms outstretched, intending to grasp William and crush him into oblivion.

But before his fingers could close around his enemy—

"HAAAAAGH!"

William's jaw unhinged, and from his mouth erupted a jet of searing red energy, interwoven with golden ki, a beam of pure, raw fury.

The blast struck Darkseid square in the face—

"BOOOOOM!"

Blinding him.

He reeled back, momentarily disoriented, Omega energy flickering wildly around his body as his remaining eye burned with white-hot pain.

William did not hesitate.

With a monstrous snarl, his massive, clawed hand shot forward—

And he grasped the jagged, bone spike embedded in Darkseid's ruined eye socket.

It seared with raw, unstable power, crackling with the same red and gold energy that had blinded him.

And then—

He ripped it out.

"SQUELCH!"

A gush of volcanic blood erupted, spilling into the void in molten streams, each drop boiling against the gravity-defying heat of the Infinity Pit.

Darkseid barely had time to react before—

William spun the spike in his grip—

And drove it directly into the god's remaining eye.

"SHHHHK!"

Darkseid screamed.

A howl of cosmic agony so powerful that it shattered entire floating fortresses within the pit.

He was blind.

The New God of Conquest, the Tyrant of Apokolips—now robbed of his sight, reduced to a thrashing, raging beast.

But William was far from done.

He descended upon Darkseid like an executioner, fists wrapped in pulsating Red Lantern energy, his body now a monolithic force of vengeance.

And then, he unleashed hell.

"BANG! BANG! POW! BANG!"

His fists became a storm, each strike a detonation of pure violence, each impact sending shockwaves tearing through the molten landscape.

Darkseid's armor cracked.

His chest caved inward.

The once-mighty ruler of Apokolips flailed, desperate, wounded beyond recognition—

But he still had one last gambit.

"SHIIIING!"

Through sheer willpower, Darkseid commanded his spear, the God-Slayer, to shift, its obsidian edge hanging above William like a guillotine crafted by the gods themselves.

Darkseid's mouth, dripping with his own molten blood, twisted into a hateful snarl.

"DIE!"

The spear dropped.

It plummeted like divine judgment, aimed straight for William's back—

And yet.

William moved.

At the last possible instant, with the reflexes of a true apex predator, William twisted, his massive form bending in ways no Great Ape should be able to.

The spear missed him.

Instead—

It impaled Darkseid.

Straight through his chest.

"AHK—!"

Darkseid's massive form convulsed, molten tendrils of blood spewing forth in thick, pulsating streams. His body went rigid, the force of the attack driving him backward, his head lolling slightly, stunned beyond measure.

He had been struck down by his own weapon.

William floated toward him, his body still burning with pure, unquenchable wrath.

He extended a massive, clawed hand.

And grasped the spear.

The God-Slayer sizzled against his flesh, burning like a fragment of a fallen star—

But William did not care.

With a deep growl, he ripped the weapon from Darkseid's chest.

"SHHHHK!"

A gushing fountain of lava-like blood followed, spilling from the god's ruined body, each pulse of molten fluid a sign that his once-mighty heart still beat.

But not for long.

"THUMP. THUMP."

William's eyes narrowed.

There, through the gaping wound, was Darkseid's still-beating heart.

He reached in.

Darkseid's body jerked, his muscles twitching, but he was too weak.

Too broken.

Too defeated.

William's massive fingers clamped down around the organ, its surface slick, burning, and pulsing in its final moments.

He raised it before his eyes.

And then—

"SQUISH!"

He crushed it.

The New God's heart exploded in his grasp, reduced to nothing but pulp and sizzling embers.

Darkseid's eyes widened.

His mouth opened as if to speak, but—

Nothing came.

The light in his gaze faded.

But William wasn't finished.

The rage was still consuming him.

His fists slammed down upon Darkseid's dying form, over and over, each impact sending chunks of flesh and bone flying.

And then—

"RIIIP!"

A sickening tearing sound echoed through the pit.

Darkseid's limbs were torn asunder.

His body left in ruins.

When it was over, all that remained was a mangled torso and a severed head—floating in the molten abyss of his own kingdom.

William, his massive form still wreathed in red energy, let out a deep, guttural growl before it switched to a soul-rending roar, "ROAAAR!"

His fists dripped with molten blood.

And Apokolips trembled beneath his wrath.