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ᅠᅠ 𝖳𝖤𝖬𝖯． 𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖣．

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— The Towers had freed him. The Towers had doomed the world. And somewhere, in the silence of Apokolips, Darkseid was probably smiling. #𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ╱ #SLAUGHTERHOUSE

— Heheheheh… HAHAHAHAHA!” “TIME TO PLAY!” With a thunderless burst, Super Buu vanished into the void, a streak of pink, gold, and black, a hunter unleashed into a world that had just awakened to its own nightmare. —

— “I will crush their champions… I will shatter their gods… I will devour their hope and spit out their bones. And when the last world screams my name…” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with psychotic amusement. “…Maybe I’ll find a way to eat the Towers, too. —

— “I can feel everything now… every world… every timeline… every fragile little life clinging to hope. I can hear their hearts pounding in fear! This multiverse… belongs… TO ME!” He began to walk through the void, each step making reality ripple and shudder. —

— and for what? Hiding my power, letting worlds think they were safe… letting heroes think they had won… heh… fools!” He extended a hand, letting raw energy swirl within his palm, a mixture of ki, flame, darkness, and lightning. —

— The multiverse’s fabric quivered under the weight of his resurrection. Super Buu let the power simmer as he threw his head back, dark delight curling his lips into a feral grin. “At last… All those wasted years, locked in the dark like a toy waiting for its turn… —

— Entire pantheons stirred, sensing the impossible resurgence of a force beyond their comprehension. The very Towers that had freed him pulsed in response, harmonizing with his terrifying energy. Time twisted. Space folded. —

— A howl of pure, unrestrained power ripped through the void and shook the Omniverse. Dimensions trembled. Distant realms cracked. Stars flickered in terror as the shockwave rolled across infinity. —

— Pink ki bled into gold and black, a spiraling cyclone of energy that rose like a storm. The ground within the avatar’s void cracked, and then reality itself began to shiver. His power climbed higher and higher, surging, mutating, multiplying. Then he screamed. —

— They called to his instincts, to his hunger for dominance, for survival, for destruction. “Ohhh… I like these… heh… I liiiike these a lot.” With a low chuckle, Super Buu crouched, his aura beginning to flare. —

— There was no malice in the words, only amusement. He understood his purpose, he was a weapon, and the game was moving. Then, he felt it, the Towers, their energy thrumming a siren song that made his entire body vibrate with anticipation. —

— He flexed his fingers, pink energy sparking with a flash of gold and flickering darkness, and twisted his neck with a slow, cracking rotation. “Mmm… Free… Finally free… Darkseid… you didn’t mean to let me out, did you…?” —

— but his antenna was longer, trailing like a whip of living energy, crackling faintly with shadow and ki. His first inhale was a shuddering, ravenous one, tasting a universe that no longer remembered his hunger. —

— From the fissures of energy burst Super Buu, but no longer the same entity that had once terrorized the Z-Fighters. His form was the canonical lean and menacing silhouette, pink flesh coiled with raw strength, —

— The prison began to warp, its edges melting into liquid shadow as the creature within pulsed against the restraints. “... Heh... heh heh… HAHAHAHAHA!” The laugh echoed like a chorus of a thousand voices merged into one, vibrating across dimensions. —

— Yet the towers’ emergence brought with it frequencies that gnawed at metaphysical chains, unraveling bindings that were never meant to be challenged. With a strangled, otherworldly crack, the avatar’s eyes flared with a mix of omega light and pink malevolence. —

— For years…, Super Buu had slumbered there, not as an enemy, but as a weapon held in reserve. His essence had been compressed into a stillness that even he could not defy. —