Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

Diana's eyes fluttered open, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the chaos reverberating around her. She lay on a cold, stone bed, its surface slick with oils, the scent of which clung to her skin, mingling with the metallic tang of something far darker. Her body was vulnerable, exposed in the most intimate sense, she was left nude, yet the weight of the situation wasn't lost on her.

But it wasn't the shame of her state that captured her attention.

It was the roaring explosions, the world seemed to be coming apart. Each blast resonated deep within her, shaking the very foundation of Apokolips. With each eruption, the tremors in her body grew stronger, but still, her strength eluded her. A dull, oppressive weight seemed to have drained the life from her limbs. Her muscles screamed for the strength they once held, but nothing responded.

What the hell is going on? she thought helplessly, her mind racing for answers, but all she could do was turn her head, eyes scanning the room. The dim flickering of the lights revealed her surroundings: the bleak, oppressive stone walls of a prison, the air thick with the scent of oil and something else, something foul, ancient. It felt like the very air was infused with the darkness of Apokolips, designed to drain the will and spirit of anyone who dared to enter.

Suddenly—

A roar shattered the air, louder than any explosion, more visceral, primal, a sound that seemed to shake the planet itself.

Diana's heart skipped a beat.

The chains that held her down, once fortified by the overwhelming will of Darkseid, shuddered violently. For a moment, it seemed as if they would never break. But then—

"CHNK!"

The metallic sound rang through the room as the chains fractured beneath her enhanced Amazonian strength. The restraining magic that had once bound her began to falter, its power weakening, disintegrating in the face of her will.

She rose, her form a striking silhouette against the dim light, her muscles still aching, but no longer restrained. Every movement was laced with purpose, the urgency of the situation propelled her forward, her every instinct honed by years of battle.

Stepping toward the window, Diana gazed out into the tumult. The air was filled with the screams of destruction, the echoing roar reverberating across Apokolips' barren surface. Her divine senses surged, reaching outward, connecting her to the cosmic web that bound the universe together. What she felt was… wrong. The Omega Effect, the very essence of Darkseid's power, was pulsing, but not as it should. It wasn't a singular force anymore. It was spreading, coursing through the universe, flowing like a second God-Wave, tainting the very fabric of reality itself.

D... Did Darkseid?

The thought barely formed before it broke through her mind like a wave crashing against a cliff. She tried to focus, to steady her breath. Her mind raced, could it be? Had Darkseid fallen? Had the unfathomable power he wielded been cut off? She knew Darkseid well enough to understand the implications. If he was truly dead, the entire balance of the universe would be shattered, but Diana, the warrior, had fought too many battles to fall prey to doubt.

She paused, forcing herself to collect her thoughts.

"Did Darkseid die?" she whispered, her voice thick with uncertainty, though her heart beat with the distant hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he had fallen.

The question hung in the air as she scanned the dim room for something, anything, that could aid in her escape. Her eyes landed on a loose dress tossed carelessly in the corner of the chamber. She hastily pulled it on, her movements swift but practiced, she had done this dance of survival far too many times.

The very air around her seemed to shift as a sudden flare of gold ignited around her.

The lightning raiment, a form she rarely called upon, wrapped around her body in a brilliant explosion of golden light. In a flash, she became a glowing warrior, an embodiment of her divine nature.

And just as swiftly, the Caduceus, an ancient godly artifact, appeared in her grasp. A gift she rarely used, but one that would bend reality itself to her will. She clasped it with certainty, feeling its immense power surge into her veins. The artifact pulsed like a living thing, and with it, the space around her twisted.

"WHOOSH!"

A vortex of light formed, and with a single step, Diana teleported, her body vanishing from the throne room in an instant. The Caduceus was a tool of immense power, and as it activated, the very fabric of space bent to her will.

And just like that, she was gone.

[Deep within the core of Apokolips]

Far beneath her, in the heart of the ravaged planet, the very core of Apokolips pulsed with malevolent power.

There, in the Infinity Pit, a red ape floated, suspended in the very heart of the chaos. His massive form was a stark contrast against the raging sea of Omega energy that surrounded him. The energy itself seemed to twist and distort as it sought to consume him, the ferocity of its hunger palpable.

But the ape did not flinch.

Instead, his eyes burned brighter, his will, unbroken, amidst the consuming darkness of Apokolips.

William's immense hands, massive and ape-like, now gently grasped the dull, lifeless spear that had once been an instrument of Darkseid's unfathomable power. The God-Slayer Spear, now devoid of its master's will, felt heavy in his grip, a silent relic of the great battle that had just unfolded. Its once-glowing aura had flickered and died, leaving behind nothing but an inert, forgotten weapon.

He studied it carefully, the sharp edges and crimson markings that had once held the immense weight of the universe's annihilation now appearing dull, like any other artifact that had lost its purpose. For a long moment, the quiet of the Infinity Pit was all that surrounded him, save for the fading energy, the remnants of the battle still lingering in the void.

After a brief pause, William's expression hardened into one of satisfaction, his sharp eyes narrowing as he appraised the weapon before finally making his decision. He raised the spear to the air, and in a swift, precise motion, he threw it into his System Space, watching as it disappeared from view with a subtle flash.

With the immediate threat vanquished, his ape-like form began to shift. His muscles retracted, his once-massive hands losing their primal bulk, shrinking down to their normal human proportions. His body contracted, and his fur seemed to evaporate, the fiery red energy of the Red Lantern Ring still pulsing gently around him.

And then, in an instant, his face, once the grotesque visage of a ferocious great ape, shifted back into the familiar features of William Parker. The red glow around his eyes dimmed as his humanity returned, his senses sharpening once more as his mind cleared. His body felt like his own again, but the deep draining exhaustion from the battle was still there.

Just as his vision adjusted, a familiar voice, Phage, echoed in his mind, sharp with concern.

"Master?"

The mental connection flickered to life, the voice, once steady and unwavering, now carrying an edge of uncertainty.

"It appears the red ring influence blocked out my voice and even took over a few of my functions!" Phage's words were laden with an unusual tone of distress, the synthetic intelligence of the ship seemingly rattled by its temporary loss of control over its own systems.

William's gaze flickered toward the Red Lantern Ring that now fit snugly onto his finger. Its crimson glow, once vibrant and all-consuming, had settled into a more subdued, quiet hum. It was too powerful, far more than he had anticipated.

He examined the ring for a long moment, his brow furrowing slightly as a sense of unease crept into his chest.

"I need to be careful with this," he muttered to himself, the words sounding more like a warning than an observation. There was a force within the ring, a dark, insatiable hunger that he had only briefly tasted. The power was undeniable, but with it came a weight, a dangerous influence that he had yet to fully understand.

Without another thought, he rose, floating up through the massive, gaping hole left by their violent descent. The remnants of Darkseid's palace and the broken landscape of Apokolips continued to crumble beneath him as he ascended, his gaze fixed ahead, though his thoughts remained tangled with the echo of the Red Ring's influence.

As he ascended through the pit, something stirred behind him. The lifeless head of Darkseid, its eyes closed and its form decaying, suddenly flared with a brief, flickering light.

"You win this time, mortal..." The voice that escaped Darkseid's severed lips was barely more than a whisper, but it carried with it an unsettling weight, a promise of things yet to come.

The words echoed like a ghostly omen, as if the tyrant's soul was unwilling to accept defeat.

"…but wait until you meet my variants!"

The light in Darkseid's eyes dimmed, fading from a blinding crimson to nothing more than an empty, shadowed gaze. The words hung in the air, a chilling reminder that victory over Darkseid might not have been the end.

Then, like a fading dream, Darkseid's body seemed to disintegrate, the remains of his form dissolving into shadowy particles that scattered like ashes in the wind. Within moments, the figure of the tyrant had vanished, his body swallowed by the void that had once been the heart of his domain.

William's exhausted form emerged from the Infinity Pit, his body still burning with residual energy, his mind consumed by the aftermath of the battle. But the moment his gaze swept across the dying planet beneath him, the chaos of Apokolips' collapse greeted him in all its devastating fury.

The sky above him was dark with smoke, torn open by rivers of molten lava that shot forth like blood from the veins of a dying god, the planet itself shaking with every tremor. Jagged cracks split the surface, sending waves of magma surging across what had once been the very heart of Darkseid's empire. The land itself groaned, shuddering under the weight of its imminent doom.

William's eyes darted across the ruined landscape, scanning for any sign of escape, any potential route out of the planet's spiraling demise. But it didn't take long for his keen senses to catch something, a convoy of Darkseid's upper management, rushing towards a distant Boom Tube, its entrance glowing ominously with the promise of escape. They had no idea they were being hunted.

Without hesitation, William launched himself into the air, his form blurring with speed. The air around him crackled with energy as he zipped towards the convoy, leaving a trail of red energy in his wake. He barely had to break his stride.

With a flick of his wrist, ki bombs formed around him, crackling with golden ki and red rage. He let them loose, his motions swift and calculated.

"BOOM!"

The first explosion sent a shockwave of devastating force across the convoy. Screams of terror erupted as bodies were torn apart, reduced to nothing more than mist in an instant, the sheer destructive power of William's attack leaving nothing but scorched remains where once there were enemies.

"AHHH!" The agonized screams of the fallen were drowned out by the sound of fire and fury, but William didn't even spare them a second glance. His mind was focused, laser-sharp on the mission, on the escape that the Boom Tube represented.

He pushed forward, his speed and power increasing as the convoy disintegrated behind him.

As he neared the Boom Tube, a violent eruption rippled through the landscape beneath him. The ground buckled, and magma spewed upwards like an unstoppable torrent, devouring the space around the portal. Landmasses imploded, unable to withstand the crushing forces that were tearing the planet apart.

The planet groaned, a sound deeper than any beast's roar, its core imploding, unable to hold itself together any longer. The tremors grew more violent, the cracks in the crust widening, as the planet began its final descent into total annihilation.

William's body rocketed past the Boom Tube, the fiery eruption engulfing the space where he had been moments before. The explosion of lava and molten rock swallowed the area in an instant, the planet's final death throes echoing through the vastness of space.

And then—

"BOOOOOOM!"

The entire planet exploded, fragments of Apokolips scattering across the universe in a final blaze of glory. The light from the explosion briefly outshone the stars, as if even the cosmos itself had to bear witness to the cataclysmic end of a world.

But as the ruins of Apokolips drifted into the void, far away on New Genesis, a pair of keen eyes watched from the shadows. These eyes, forever vigilant and always keeping track of Darkseid's movements, now blinked in astonishment as they registered the catastrophic event unfolding.

A cold shiver ran through the watcher's body, and his thoughts raced. He stumbled back, his heart hammering as the news began to sink in. Darkseid, the Tyrant of Apokolips, the very embodiment of tyranny, had fallen.

And with it, the planet had been obliterated.

He knew that the higher-ups had to be warned, immediately.

Without a second thought, the figure turned on his heel and bolted from his post, rushing to spread the unimaginable news. The galaxy would tremble, and the void of space would carry the knowledge: Darkseid was dead, and the universe's balance was teetering on the edge of a new age.