The night air was electric, charged with something neither divine nor demonic but purely primal. The penthouse suite had seen its fair share of chaos, but nothing quite like this. A bottle of champagne lay discarded on the floor, its contents long forgotten, much like the boundaries between the six figures in the room.
Kazuya sat stiffly on the couch, wide-eyed and utterly overwhelmed. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined. "H-how did I even end up here?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Gojo leaned back against the leather couch, shirt already loosened, his ever-present smirk playing at his lips. "So this is what happens when you throw the world's strongest into a room together," he mused, eyes flickering between his new and very unexpected companions.
Makima, always in control, sat perched on the edge of the coffee table, her crimson gaze assessing the room like a queen considering which piece to move next. "I merely set the conditions," she said, a playful lilt to her voice. "Everything else fell into place on its own."
Across from them, Tsunade poured herself another drink, golden eyes glinting under the dim light. "And here I thought my wild days were behind me," she murmured, rolling her shoulders. "But Gojo here seems like the type who doesn't know when to stop."
Yor Forger stood slightly apart, her hands delicately folded in front of her, but there was something dangerous in the way she tilted her head, studying the interactions unfolding before her. "This is… unusual," she admitted, though her cheeks were dusted with the faintest shade of pink. "But I suppose that's part of the thrill."
And then there was Luffy—shirt open, hat tipped back, flashing that ever-confident grin. "Man, this is fun! You guys are a wild bunch!" He stretched an arm lazily, reaching for another piece of fruit from the lavish spread that had been set up on the table. "Didn't think a night off would be this crazy, though."
Makima leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "You're all here because you crave something more," she said, her voice weaving through the air like a spell. "Power, chaos, pleasure—it's all the same, isn't it?"
Gojo chuckled, tilting his head. "You talk like you're not part of it, but let's be real—you're the biggest instigator here."
Tsunade set her drink down and stretched, her toned figure highlighted by the city lights filtering in through the windows. "So are we going to keep talking, or are we actually going to do something about this tension?"
Yor, ever composed, exhaled softly. "I'm not sure I should be here… but…" her fingers toyed with the hem of her dress, and her sharp crimson eyes betrayed a deep, hidden curiosity. "Something about this feels... right."
Luffy laughed, throwing an arm around Gojo's shoulders. "Well, if we're doing this, we're going all out, right? That's how I do everything!"
Makima's smile deepened. "Good," she whispered. "Then let's begin."
Kazuya swallowed hard. "W-wait, what exactly is beginning?!" But his words were drowned out by the rush of energy in the room, a collision of power, desire, and unrelenting indulgence, a moment that could only exist outside the constraints of reality itself.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the air crackled with an otherworldly force, a presence so overwhelming that even Makima and Gojo tensed for the briefest of moments. A rift tore open in the center of the room, spilling forth a swirling cascade of neon light and cosmic energy.
And from within it stepped a figure unlike any other.
Draped in a gaudy robe patterned with anime characters of every genre, his face obscured by an oversized, shimmering mask shaped like a smug anime protagonist, the newcomer let out a booming laugh. "Ah, my chosen ones! You did not disappoint!"
Luffy blinked. "Uh… who's this guy?"
The figure spread his arms wide. "I am The Great Weeb Overlord," he declared, his voice a strange mix of ethereal grandeur and mischievous glee. "Omnipotent, all-knowing, and hopelessly bored! After centuries of watching over shonen battles, power fantasies, and isekai nonsense, I have grown weary of the same old tropes. So I decided… why not gather the strongest, most beautiful, and most chaotic beings in all anime and throw the ultimate event?"
Gojo smirked. "So you're the one behind all this? And here I thought Makima was the mastermind."
Makima simply smiled, but there was a new curiosity in her gaze. "An omnipotent being playing host?" she mused. "And what, exactly, do you hope to achieve?"
The Great Weeb Overlord waggled a finger. "Oh no, no! No boring monologues! No tragic backstories! No long-winded explanations of power systems! Tonight is about one thing—pure, unfiltered indulgence!" His glowing eyes swept over the gathered individuals. "Now, my dear guests… shall we get started?"
Kazuya, still frozen in disbelief, let out a strangled whimper. "I'm not ready for this."
Gojo grinned. "Too late, buddy. Welcome to the wildest night of your life."
And with that, the night truly began.