Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

The moment Myrina vanished, the battlefield seemed to shift.

One second, she was there, her presence a looming, arrogant force at Barda's side, then, she was gone, disappearing into nothingness as if the very air had swallowed her whole.

Barda's breath hitched.

For a fraction of a second, she stood alone, truly alone, with him.

A chill, not from the Arctic winds, but from something deeper, ran down her spine. Myrina's sudden departure left a vacuum, an unsettling absence that made the already unbearable weight of William's presence feel even heavier.

Her fingers tightened around the Mega-Rod, her stance shifting instinctively. She had to focus. She would not break.

Then—

"SLASH!"

A streak of darkness and malevolence carved through the air behind William.

Myrina had reappeared in an instant, descending upon him like a specter of death, her demonic dagger gleaming with unholy light. The runes along its obsidian surface pulsed with a blood-red glow, like the very blade was alive, thirsting for submission, for domination, for control.

"CRACK!"

Before the blade could cleave into flesh, a brilliant green barrier erupted into existence, interposing itself between Myrina's strike and William's back. The moment her blade collided, an ear-splitting crack split the air as the protective construct absorbed the blow, but barely.

Hairline fractures crawled along its surface like splintering glass.

Myrina's lips curled.

"Such a cute little barrier you have!" she taunted, her voice laced with mockery.

The omega symbol carved into her forehead flared to life, pulsing with raw demonic energy. Her blade responded in kind, the runes along its surface flaring brighter, hotter. The air around the weapon warped and sizzled, and then—

"HISSSSS!"

The barrier began to burn.

Not melt, burn.

The deep red glow from the dagger's inscriptions etched into the barrier itself, searing it like a brand, carving jagged trenches into the protective construct, forcing its way through inch by inch.

Then—

"SHATTER!"

The blade tore through, obliterating what remained of the barrier in a violent eruption of green shards.

But Myrina's victory was short-lived.

Before the corrupted edge could reach its target, William was gone.

"WHOOSH!"

A blur of gold and emerald sidestepped her strike with effortless grace, evading the deadly arc by mere inches.

Myrina's eyes widened.

Before she could react, an explosion of ki erupted from William's palm, slamming into her torso like a shockwave of pure force.

"BOOM!"

The impact sent her reeling, her body whipping backward as though struck by a wrecking ball of energy. The force sent her spiraling through the air, her long raven hair whipping violently around her face as she fought for balance.

But as she steadied herself, her sharp silver eyes caught movement, Barda.

The New God had already launched herself into motion, her battle instincts sharper than ever.

She wasn't hesitating anymore.

With a ferocious battle cry, she closed the gap in an instant, appearing directly behind William, her Mega-Rod raised high, the very air around it trembling as it surged with crackling, destructive energy.

Her glowing red eyes locked onto him, her demonic energy flaring as she swung with all the force of a war goddess in her prime.

"DIE!"

The Mega-Rod descended in a brutal arc, the sheer force behind the swing causing the very air to rupture around it.

But William was faster.

"Whoosh!"

With an almost lazy fluidity, he ducked beneath the incoming strike, his movement so effortless it was as if he had seen it coming seconds before she even swung.

Barda barely had time to react before—

"THUD!"

A devastating kick, brutal, precise, merciless, collided with her midsection.

For an instant, time seemed to stop.

The sheer impact caved in part of her armor on contact, the force traveling through her entire body like a shockwave, her ribs creaking under the pressure.

Then, "BOOM!"

Barda's massive frame was sent hurtling backward like a meteor, her body carving through the air at blinding speeds before—

"BANG!"

She slammed into the crystalline walls of the Fortress of Solitude with bone-rattling force. The impact sent fractures racing across the structure, the entire fortress shaking as if struck by an earthquake.

Barda choked, a ribbon of blood escaping her lips as the pain tore through her body. She barely had time to process the damage before the ice beneath her feet cracked, the sheer force of her collision embedding her into the fortress wall like a broken doll.

A deep, lingering silence filled the battlefield.

Myrina steadied herself in the air, wiping a small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, her expression unreadable.

Barda, still against the fortress wall, let out a ragged breath, her glowing red eyes flickering, a dangerous mixture of rage and fear.

And William?

William simply hovered there, his golden aura still flaring, his emerald gaze unmoved. He wasn't panting, he wasn't wounded, he wasn't phased.

If anything, he looked amused.

William descended, his boots sinking into the snow with a low crunch, the golden glow of his aura flickering against the frost like a wildfire in a frozen wasteland.

His arms crossed over his chest, and with a slow, deliberate motion, a series of bone-like protrusions erupted from his wrists, sleek, curved, and razor-sharp. The deadly blades gleamed under the icy light, their edges humming with an almost organic hunger, as if they longed to tear into flesh.

Then came the grin, predatory, knowing, ruthless.

Without another word, he moved.

"BOOM!"

The snow beneath his feet detonated, sending a blast of white powder in all directions as he launched forward with blinding speed. The sheer force of his takeoff shattered the ice beneath him, sending fissures racing outward like spiderweb cracks across a frozen lake.

Before Barda could even process the movement, he was there.

His blades were already thrusting forward, their lethal points aimed directly at her shoulders, seeking to pierce through New God flesh and bone with ease.

But—

"BANG!"

A blur of motion erupted at his side.

Myrina appeared from nowhere, her form a streak of dark energy, and in an instant, she pivoted on her heel and drove a powerful kick into William's ribs, her boot striking with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the air.

"WHOOSH!"

The impact redirected his momentum, sending him hurtling sideways like a comet. The force of the blow propelled him across the battlefield, straight toward the colossal crystalline doors of the Fortress of Solitude.

"CRACK!"

His body collided against the Kryptonian Sunstone structure with a thunderous impact, the sheer force splintering the crystalline surface, causing massive fractures to spread across the once-pristine entrance. A large chunk of the gleaming Sunstone, twice the size of a boulder, broke free from the wall, shearing off in jagged slabs as it tumbled downward.

But before it could hit the ground—

"WHOOSH!"

A massive, glowing green construct in the shape of a giant hand materialized out of thin air, catching the falling crystal with absolute precision. William's emerald eyes burned with focus as he clenched his fingers, the energy construct tightening its grip on the Sunstone slab.

Then, he threw it.

With a mighty heave, the enormous crystal rocketed toward Myrina, cutting through the air like a falling meteor. The sheer speed at which it traveled made the space around it warp, the force threatening to pulverize anything in its path.

But Myrina was already moving.

At the very last second, she vanished.

Her form dissolved into the shadows, her presence melting into the darkness itself, leaving nothing but a faint shimmer of energy where she once stood.

"BANG!"

The Sunstone missed, slamming into the frozen ground with devastating force. The moment it made contact—

"BOOOOOM!"

The crystal detonated, shattering into thousands of razor-sharp shards. The explosion sent deadly projectiles flying in every direction, turning the battlefield into a storm of lethal debris.

Barda had no time to react.

"AHHHH!"

A primal roar tore from her throat as jagged shards pierced her armor, embedding into exposed flesh while others sliced deep into her skin. Blood bloomed bright and vivid against the cold, white snow, her powerful frame wincing beneath the sudden onslaught of crystalline razors.

Myrina wasn't untouched either.

She emerged from the shadows, just barely evading the brunt of the blast, but not without consequence. Her right arm was bruised, the fabric of her armor sliced open by a particularly sharp shard, a cut that would have been deadly had her armor not absorbed most of the impact.

For the first time in the battle, both women found themselves on the defensive, momentarily caught off guard.

And across from them, standing untouched, undaunted, William rose from where he had crashed, his grin still in place.

William crouched low, his muscles coiling like a spring, his emerald gaze locked onto the two warriors before him. The bone blades jutting from his wrists gleamed in the dim Arctic light, each one radiating a subtle, predatory hunger.

For a brief moment, there was silence, the calm before the storm.

Then—

"BOOM!"

The very air ruptured as he launched forward, warping reality itself with sheer momentum. The snow beneath him erupted into a shockwave, spiraling outward in chaotic flurries as his acceleration bent the atmosphere around him.

Myrina's silver eyes widened.

Too fast.

Her instincts screamed at her, but she had fought gods before, she refused to falter. At the last possible second, she brought up her blade, the demonic runes along its obsidian surface flaring crimson as she met his attack.

"WENG!"

The two blades clashed, and the resulting impact sent a deep shockwave through the battlefield.

Myrina's feet dug into the frozen ground, but it wasn't enough, she was forced into a reverse slide, her boots carving deep trenches into the ice as she desperately fought for leverage. The sheer force behind his strike was monstrous, an overwhelming power pressing down on her like a titan's wrath.

Her arms shook under the pressure.

She was losing ground.

But she wouldn't have to hold for long.

"BOOM!"

A roaring blast of energy surged toward William's unprotected back, fired from Barda's Mega-Rod, its surface glowing with volatile, destructive energy.

William's eyes flickered, but before he could react—

The blast struck.

The explosion was instantaneous, sending a plume of smoke and kinetic force rippling through the air. The back of his symbiotic suit sizzled from the attack, his form momentarily lost within the thick, black vapor.

Then—

"WHOOSH!"

The concussive force threw him forward, his body cutting through the air past Myrina like a golden comet, the impact sending spirals of heat radiating outward.

Myrina didn't hesitate.

Without missing a beat, she vanished, her form melting into the shadows, disappearing into the swirling darkness as if she had never been there.

Meanwhile—

"BOOM! BOOM!"

Barda pressed the assault.

A storm of energy blasts rained down from her Mega-Rod, each pulse of raw destruction seeking to hammer William into submission.

The first few struck true, hammering into his body with enough force to send tremors through the landscape, detonating against his frame like miniature suns.

But then—

"WENG! WENG! WENG!"

The tide shifted.

The next blasts never reached their mark.

Instead, William's arms moved with blinding speed, deflecting each blast with terrifying precision. The energy bolts ricocheted off his blades, whipping past him harmlessly before smashing into the distance—

"BOOM!"

A series of thunderous detonations erupted across the battlefield, carving out deep craters in the ice, scorching the frozen wasteland with each missed shot.

Barda gritted her teeth, frustration flashing in her eyes.

He was adapting.

But before she could reassess—

"WHOOSH!"

A streak of darkness appeared beside William, Myrina, materializing from the shadows like a phantom.

Her demonic blade arced downward, a strike aimed with deadly precision, the glowing runes burning fiercely as they cut through the air with a vengeful hiss.

But she never made contact.

"BANG!"

In an instant, a massive foot-shaped construct of pure willpower materialized out of nowhere, slamming into her stomach with brutal force.

Her breath hitched, for a split second, she felt her ribs strain under the impact before—

"CRASH!"

Myrina's body smashed into the frozen ground below, the force of the impact sending fissures racing outward, splintering the ice beneath her like shattered glass.

A thin mist of frost and dust swirled around her motionless form, her body momentarily embedded within the crater she had created.

The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat.

William straightened, his emerald eyes burning, his aura flaring wildly around him like an uncontrollable storm.

His gaze lowered, locked onto Myrina's fallen form, not with sympathy.

But with disappointment.

As if he had expected more.

Barda, gripping her Mega-Rod, watched the scene unfold, her pulse pounding in her ears.

This wasn't a battle anymore.

This was a hunt.

And William was the predator.

William, the unstoppable predator, lunged once more, this time, his focus locked solely on Barda.

His emerald eyes burned, his golden aura flaring like a storm, warping the air around him. The snow beneath his feet melted instantly as he propelled himself forward, faster than a bullet, his bone blades gleaming with an almost hunger-driven anticipation.

Barda did not run.

Instead, she stood firm, her Mega-Rod vibrating with barely contained power, the entire weapon pulsing with a dense, surging current of raw destructive force.

She had been charging it for this very moment.

The energy gathered at the tip of the weapon had surpassed its limits, reaching the point where another shot would cripple the rod's firing capabilities for the rest of the battle. But that didn't matter.

She only needed one.

Before William could reach her, a massive sphere of deep crimson energy manifested at the end of the Mega-Rod, arcs of black lightning crackling around it, twisting violently as if reality itself was resisting the sheer force of what she had summoned.

William's gaze flickered, he knew this would be different.

Then—

"WHOOOOSH!"

Barda fired.

It wasn't just an energy blast. It was a beam of absolute destruction, a crimson lance of apocalyptic force, its trajectory carving through the air like an unstoppable judgment.

The second it hit—

"BOOOOOOM!"

It was like a meteor strike, the impact so devastating that the very atmosphere trembled from the force.

William was launched into the sky, his entire form consumed by the devastating crimson energy, the attack pushing him higher and higher, past the cloud layers, past the stratosphere, until—

It exploded in Earth's upper orbit.

A shockwave of red and black energy erupted in space, a blinding detonation that would have incinerated any lesser being on impact.

The battlefield below was bathed in an eerie red glow, the frozen Arctic wastes cracking beneath the aftershock of the attack.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

Floating in the void, surrounded by fading embers of cosmic energy, was William.

His armor was mildly scuffed, wisps of burnt smoke trailing from his frame, and faint burn marks lined his skin, though they were already visibly healing, the wounds closing before they could even settle.

His lips curled.

And then, he laughed.

"That was unexpected… hehehe!"

His chuckle was deep, amused, almost exhilarated, as if the attack had only fueled his excitement.

Then, with an almost casual movement, he tilted forward and let gravity reclaim him.

The moment the pull took hold, his descent began.

From orbit, he fell.

Slowly at first, then faster, faster, the frozen winds howling past him as he descended back to Earth, his glowing form cutting through the sky like a falling comet.

Below, the two warriors, Myrina and Barda, stood huffing, their bodies strained from the battle. Sweat mixed with blood and ice, their breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps.

Myrina turned to Barda, her voice firm, urgent.

"Call Lord Darkseid. Report the situation. He might be the only one strong enough to face this mortal!"

Barda's jaw tightened, but she nodded dutifully. She knew what had to be done.

She gripped her Mega-Rod, activating a hidden communication function, and began transmitting a message directly to Apokolips.

This battle was no longer just theirs to fight.

It was far bigger.

[Across the Ocean]

Far from the Arctic, in a battlefield of her own, Diana struggled.

Her throat burned, her vision blurred, as massive fingers clenched around her neck, lifting her off the ground like a ragdoll.

Towering over her was a monster made flesh.

Darkseid.

The New God of Conquest stood unmoved, his crimson gaze filled with cruel satisfaction, his grip around her unbreakable, like a vice of absolute dominance.

Diana clawed at his wrist, her legendary strength useless against his overwhelming might. Her legs kicked in defiance, but the air refused to reach her lungs, her body betraying her as darkness threatened to take hold.

Darkseid's grin widened.

"YOU WILL MAKE A FINE BREEDER!"

His voice was a decree, an undeniable proclamation, each word dripping with conquest, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Then, he squeezed.

Diana's vision blackened, her body convulsing weakly as consciousness slipped away, the mighty Amazon falling to a fate she could not fight against.

Then, "WHOOSH!"

A Boom-Tube ignited behind him, the swirling vortex of Apokoliptian energy shimmering like a doorway to hell itself.

With zero effort, Darkseid tossed her unconscious body through the portal, her limp form disappearing into the abyss.

[Apokolips – Darkseid's Personal Chambers]

Diana's unconscious form landed softly on a platform of black stone, surrounded by twisted columns of fire and shadow.

Awaiting her was a group of women cloaked in dark silken robes, their faces hidden, their movements silent, practiced, obedient.

Darkseid's harem.

With graceful precision, they descended upon the fallen Amazon, their hands working with delicate but calculated efficiency.

They stripped away her battle-worn armor, replacing it with a different kind of attire, one unbefitting of a warrior, but rather a queen meant to serve a king.

Layer upon layer of ornate cloth and golden accents adorned her figure, a ceremonial ensemble designed not for battle, but for submission.

Diana, the Princess of Themyscira, the Champion of the Gods, the Unbreakable Warrior, had been claimed.

[Back on Earth]

Darkseid stood at the edge of a ruined battlefield, his massive frame bathed in the eerie glow of the fires still smoldering around him.

The destruction was absolute, the echoes of his uncontested victory still reverberating through the air.

His crimson gaze smoldered with satisfaction as he relished in the undeniable weight of his dominion. Diana, one of Earth's greatest champions, had fallen before him, and now, she was no longer a warrior, she was his.

For a brief moment, the conqueror of worlds simply stood, basking in the glow of his latest conquest.

Then—

"BZZZT!"

The static hum of a transmission crackled through the air.

Darkseid's head turned slightly, his expression shifting from indulgent arrogance to mild curiosity as the voice of one of his highest-ranking generals came through.

But the words spoken…

The moment he heard them, something changed.

His red eyes, once burning with satisfaction, ignited with fury.

The glow intensified.

A rumble, deep, guttural, and terrible, escaped from the very core of his being, resonating like an impending catastrophe.

Then—

"BOOM!"

With a single motion, Darkseid tore open a Boom Tube, the raw force of the portal's creation sending a violent shockwave across the landscape, hurling debris in every direction.

His towering frame turned toward the glowing vortex, his fists clenching, the very air around him distorting from the sheer magnitude of his fury.

Without another word, he stepped forward—

And vanished into the storm of light and shadow, leaving nothing behind but the lingering heat of his wrath.