The Great Weeb Tournament had reached unparalleled levels of madness. Cosmic energies crackled in the air as gods, warriors, degenerates, and ultimate waifus continued their endless battle—not just for supremacy, but for sheer indulgence in the ultimate multiversal crossover orgy.
But beneath the layers of pleasure and absurdity, something far darker stirred.
The Overlord's Fatal Mistake
The Great Weeb Overlord, in his usual floating throne of degeneracy, grinned as his favorite champions indulged in his twisted arena. He had grown comfortable in his power, believing he could do anything without repercussions. But what he failed to realize was that there were lines even within the depraved realm he created.
Among the new arrivals, Yumeko Jabami, the thrill-seeking gambler, had been teasing various fighters with dangerous games of chance. Meanwhile, Hinata Hyuga, despite her shy nature, had been adjusting surprisingly well to the carnal chaos—perhaps due to the overwhelming influence of the environment.
But then, it happened.
One of the lesser Overlords, a grotesque, corpulent deity of indulgence, overstepped his bounds. With a twisted smirk, he forcefully grabbed Yumeko and Hinata's tits and rapped them, believing that in this lawless domain, even consent could be ignored.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Every participant—heroes, villains, gods, and fools—who had been reveling in their own debauchery suddenly froze. Their pleasures had been indulgent, yes, but always within the realm of mutual enjoyment.
This act was different. This was a violation of the sacred rules of degeneracy.
Yumeko's whole body was covered in cum. Hinata, trembling, felt her skin getting ripped as the overlord violently got into the mood.
A deep, bone-chilling silence fell upon the battlefield.
And then—all hell broke loose.
The Collapse of the Tournament
Luffy, who had been arguing with Denji about who had the bigger dick, suddenly turned, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something lethal. "Oi… what did you just do?"
Denji, who had been boasting about his 80th time getting laid, stopped mid-sentence, his grin twisting into something murderous.
"Hey, hey," Gojo cracked his knuckles. "I was enjoying myself, but this? This is where I draw the line." His blindfold fluttered as an ominous pressure filled the air.
Even Aizen, who had been completely engrossed in his god-complex and manipulating reality itself, narrowed his eyes.
Then, before anyone could stop it—chaos erupted.
Gojo, limitless power surging, was the first to attack. His Hollow Purple tore through the sky, disintegrating the lesser Overlord before he could even scream. The arena trembled as his power shattered reality itself.
Tanjiro, his anger finally exploding after seeing everything unfold, activated Sun Breathing, his blade scorching the heavens as he vowed to burn this place down.
Eren, who had been seething ever since the tournament started, finally snapped.
With a deafening roar, his body shifted, bones snapping and regenerating as he transformed into his Titan form, obliterating entire sections of the battlefield.
Kazuya, who had somehow ended up in the middle of the destruction with a massive boner, tried to run but accidentally sprinted straight into the women's bathroom.
"This is it," he muttered, panicking. "This is how I die—a dog surrounded by divine-level degeneracy."
Meanwhile, Urahara and Yoruichi had been investigating the arena's corridors, and at that exact moment, they felt it.
A presence. A dark, all-consuming energy.
"Aizen," Urahara muttered, adjusting his hat. "That bastard is making his move."
Aizen's Ultimate Betrayal
Unbeknownst to the others, Aizen had already left the battlefield.
The slaughter of the lesser Overlord had created the perfect distraction. While everyone was focused on punishing the foolish deity, Aizen had infiltrated the Overlord's most sacred chambers—the heart of his empire.
Blood dripped from his hands. The bodies of fallen Overlords lay in his wake. He had absorbed their very essence, and his power had transcended beyond anything imaginable.
"This entire tournament… was a joke," Aizen murmured to himself, wiping blood from his face. "I have studied this Overlord's creations. I understand the structure of his dominion." His eyes gleamed with godlike arrogance.
With a mere whisper, he cast an illusion, making the remaining Overlords believe he was one of them, allowing him to walk freely into their most sacred luxury chambers.
"They don't even realize they're sitting next to me," he smirked, sipping divine ambrosia as the other Overlords ejaculated in waves, overwhelmed by the orgiastic energy of the tournament.
But Aizen was beyond this now.
This place was merely a stepping stone.
"I need more," he muttered. His hunger for power had become insatiable.
And so, he turned toward his next target—the Naruto Universe.
The Universes Begin to Collide
With a single step, Aizen tore through space-time and descended upon the Naruto world like a living calamity.
Sinobi armies rushed to stop him.
They failed.
Itachi, Madara, and Obito—some of the greatest shinobi to ever live—gathered to stand against him. Their combined Sharingan, Rinnegan, and reality-warping jutsu should have been unstoppable.
But Aizen was beyond mere jutsu.
With a single word, he trapped them in an illusion so deep they never even realized they had already lost.
The skies turned black as he absorbed their essence, growing even stronger.
The Great Weeb Overlord, sensing this unprecedented power shift, panicked.
"Oh, SHIT."
Aizen wasn't just playing the game anymore. He was replacing the gods.
The Overlord tried to flee, jumping between universes in desperation.
But Aizen followed.
Through Bleach, where Zaraki Kenpachi was busy breaking Unohana's spine in the throes of passion,Through One Piece, where the crew drowned themselves in alcohol and prostitutes,Through Death Note, where Light Yagami was furiously writing names of hoes he wanted to control,Through Jujutsu Kaisen, where Yuji Itadori was clapping cheeks with some unknown lady,
And yet, no matter how far the Overlord ran, Aizen was right behind him. "Wait! Didn't this already happened?" Aizen questioned himself.
The Great Tournament Plunges into Madness
Back in the arena, reality itself began to collapse.
The destruction of the lesser Overlord had destabilized the structure, causing multiple universes to merge chaotically.
Mini dimensions spawned, trapping groups of characters together in bizarre scenarios.
Kazuya, completely clueless, found himself stuck in a luxurious penthouse with Fieren, Nobara, and Orihime.
"The hell is this? A hotel room?" Kazuya muttered.
Orihime blinked. "There's an unlimited food supply."
Fieren tilted her head. "And a single king-sized bed."
Nobara cracked her knuckles. "We might as well make the most of it."
Kazuya gulped.
Meanwhile, the remaining intelligent characters—Urahara, Johan Liebert, and Orochimaru—began devising a way to restore balance…
…while Denji and Luffy were STILL arguing about who had the biggest dick.
To be continued…