Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

A violent surge of energy erupted around William, the air itself crackling under the force of his ki. Emerald lightning flared to life, wild and untamed, snapping outward like the fangs of a ravenous beast. The jagged arcs of energy crawled up the length of Steppenwolf's electrified axe, clashing violently against its yellow currents. Sparks danced across the weapon's surface before leaping onto Steppenwolf himself.

"AAAHHHHHHH!"

A deafening roar tore from the warlord's throat as the green lightning engulfed his massive frame. His muscles seized, his armor rattling under the sheer intensity of the electric surge. For a fleeting moment, one of Darkseid's greatest warriors, one who had razed countless worlds, was completely paralyzed. His glowing crimson eyes widened in shock as raw, burning agony coursed through his veins like liquid fire.

William didn't waste a second.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the embedded axe, his fingers curling tightly around its rough handle. With a sharp yank, he ripped the weapon free from his shoulder.

"SQUELCH!"

The grotesque sound of torn flesh and muscle echoed in the crater as the serrated edge of the weapon wrenched itself from his wound. Blood spilled down his arm in thick, steaming rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. The pain was sharp and hot, but it didn't matter. He had endured worse.

His mind was already locked on his next move.

"Phage, bone spike on my right knee. Make it detachable from my end!"

Almost instantly, a response echoed in his head, jovial, eager.

"William, I also made it capable of conducting electricity. Have fun!"

A dense mass of bone matter surged beneath his skin, spiraling outward in a grotesque but precise formation. The jagged spike that emerged was razor-sharp, tapering to a wickedly fine point. It gleamed under the ambient glow of his crackling energy, pulsing like a living weapon.

His lips curled into a smirk.

Perfect.

With lethal precision, William cocked his knee back, the air around him distorting from the sheer force building in his muscles. He locked onto Steppenwolf's armored torso, the perfect target.

And then he struck.

"BOOM!"

The impact was explosive. An afterimage of William's leg remained burned into the air for a fraction of a second before the devastating strike connected. The sheer force of the blow sent out a concussive shockwave, rattling the battlefield and sending debris flying in every direction.

"CLANG!"

The unmistakable sound of thick, reinforced metal buckling under pressure rang out. Steppenwolf's armor, forged from the advanced metallurgy of Apokolips, shuddered violently under the devastating assault.

The New God staggered.

Steppenwolf staggered slightly, his massive frame shuddering from the sheer force of the blow. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he looked down, his glowing red eyes narrowing in realization.

A jagged bone spike jutted through the thick, reinforced plates of his armor, piercing into his midsection. His fingers curled into a fist before slowly reaching for the foreign object embedded in his flesh. Blood, thick and dark, oozed around the protrusion, the once-impervious metal of his war plate now marred by the vicious wound.

And yet, instead of fury, a twisted expression of amusement spread across his monstrous face. A wide, jagged grin split his lips, his teeth gleaming like a predator that had just found a challenge worth his time.

"You dare strike a god, mortal?"

His voice was a guttural growl, filled with both menace and dark delight. His massive hand, fingers like steel cables, wrapped around the bone spike as if to rip it from his flesh effortlessly.

But the moment his grip tightened—

"BZZZZT!"

A violent eruption of emerald lightning detonated from the remnants of the bone spike.

Thick tendrils of searing energy exploded outward, slithering like living serpents of pure power. The electric arcs tore through the air, crackling with an intensity that turned the space around them into a blinding storm of light and destruction.

The effect was immediate.

"ROOOOOAAARR!"

Steppenwolf's furious bellow split the battlefield, his voice raw with uncontained agony. His body convulsed violently as the lightning surged through him, racing along his nerves, and invading every cell in his being. The wound in his stomach ignited, the energy burrowing deep into the raw flesh, scorching him from the inside out.

His armor, once a near-indestructible testament to Apokoliptian craftsmanship, hissed and crackled as it struggled against the immense voltage. The cauterized hole left behind in his stomach smoked, the flesh burned black where the bone had once been.

For the first time in centuries, Steppenwolf felt pain. True, unrelenting pain.

His once-mocking grin twisted into something far more primal, rage, disbelief, and something else... something dangerous.

[System quest received - Defeat Darkseid's elite units 0/6]

[in another part of the world!]

The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone as the battlefield raged around them, but in the midst of the chaos, a cruel scene unfolded.

An old woman with twisted features stood over the fallen form of Batman, her cruel laughter slicing through the thick tension like a blade. Her face, lined with the marks of age and malice, contorted into a grotesque grin as she lifted an energy whip, its dark tendrils curling around Batman's neck. The viciousness of her smile mirrored the venom in her voice.

"Watch, little bat, as your world falls under the mighty hand of Darkseid! Your people, your precious city, will become slaves to his whims, hahahaaaa!"

Her words echoed across the war-torn landscape, a cruel proclamation of victory. Her grip tightened on the handle of the whip, and with a malicious flick of her wrist, a surge of violent energy shot through the whip.

"ZAP!"

Arcs of excruciating energy surged through Batman's body, his muscles spasming as the cruel shock coursed through his veins.

"AAUHGGG!"

The sound of Batman's breathless cry was drowned by the crackle of electricity and the woman's sickening cackle. His body jerked violently, bound by the merciless energy, leaving him powerless in the face of Granny Goodness's unrelenting cruelty. His once-imposing frame now trembled helplessly beneath her grip, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Nearby, the ground trembled as a massive ape-like man with a mane of wild, lion-like hair stomped down upon Robin, his gargantuan feet crushing the boy's legs beneath his weight. Each stomp was like thunder, each crack of bone underfoot a testament to the brute force of the New God.

"Oh, what's wrong, little birdie? Did somebody clip your wings?" The guttural voice rumbled from deep within the creature's chest, thick with sadistic enjoyment.

With every step, the sounds of bones snapping and muscles tearing echoed in the chaos.

"AAAAHHHHH!"

Robin's scream tore through the air, blood spilling from his lips as his legs were crushed beneath the beast's enormous weight. The agony was unbearable, and yet, even in the midst of his pain, his eyes found Batman, the father who had been his anchor through so many dark nights.

"Father... Save me!"

The desperation in Robin's voice shattered the stillness, a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the noise of battle. It was a cry that Batman had longed to hear—a cry that echoed through his very soul. For a brief, fleeting moment, his heart soared. His son needed him.

But before Batman could even react, the electric surge returned with a vengeance.

"BZZZZT!"

The familiar, torturous crack of energy was all-encompassing. It hit Batman like a freight train, slamming him back into the unforgiving ground beneath him. His body convulsed once more, his limbs twitching helplessly as the brutal shock left him paralyzed. He could do nothing but listen, helpless, as his son screamed in agony.

The cruel laughter of Granny Goodness mingled with the roar of the massive New God, drowning out everything else as Batman lay there, utterly powerless to protect the one person he loved most.

Damien's pain, his son's torment, echoed in Batman's mind, a constant reminder of the agonizing helplessness he felt. His eyes, wide with horror and anguish, stared into the void as the sound of crunching bones and breaking flesh reverberated throughout the battlefield.

Robin had long since stopped resisting. His body was a broken shell, slumped in agony as he lay beneath the immense weight of Kalibak's cruelty. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each inhale a painful struggle. His body was battered beyond recognition, but his one remaining eye, bloodshot and wild, never left Batman.

Even in the depths of his torment, his gaze never wavered. There was something in that look, a glimmer of hope that clung desperately to life itself. But it was a hope that Kalibak could not abide.

"I don't like that hopeful look in your eye, little bird." The towering figure of Kalibak loomed above Robin, his voice a guttural growl as he glared down at the former hero.

"Here, allow me to fix it."

In one fluid motion, Kalibak reached down with monstrous hands, grabbing the side of Robin's face. Before the boy could even react, Kalibak's grip tightened, and with a brutal yank—

"RIP!"

The sickening sound of tearing flesh echoed across the battlefield as Kalibak tore the remaining good eye from its socket, leaving behind a gaping, bloody hole in its wake.

"AHHH… AHHHHH!"

Robin's scream was raw, a harrowing wail that shook the very air around him. The pain was beyond measure, physical, yes, but the emotional toll was far worse. His world went dark in an instant, the light of his vision snuffed out as Kalibak held the mutilated eye in his hand, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

Kalibak's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, savoring the boy's suffering.

"That's better!" he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

Without a second thought, Kalibak casually tossed the bloody, ruined eye into Batman's lap. It landed with a sickening plop, staring up at the Dark Knight as if to ask him the one question he could never answer: Why?

The weight of the act hit Batman like a punch to the gut, a rush of cold fury washing over him. The sight of his son's eye, the very thing that had held his gaze with such desperation, left him frozen.

Kalibak towered over Robin, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he raised one massive foot, preparing to stomp down on the boy's skull. The crushing blow was imminent, but fate had other plans.

With a roar that shook the heavens, Diana appeared, her lightning raiment crackling around her like a storm given flesh. The very air hummed with her power as she streaked through the sky, a blur of radiant light.

She descended like a celestial avenger, her leg outstretched, and with the force of a thunderstrike, her foot collided with Kalibak's chest.

"CRASH!"

The sound of bone and armor splitting echoed in the air as the impact sent Kalibak tumbling backward, his massive form crashing into the ground with a thunderous BOOM. The force of Diana's kick left him stunned, his breath knocked from his lungs as he skidded across the ruined earth.

In the blink of an eye, Robin was saved.

Diana hovered over him, her expression fierce and determined, her eyes locked onto Kalibak as he struggled to regain his footing. But Robin, once a symbol of youthful resilience, was now a broken, pale figure. His remaining eye, the one Batman had so desperately clung to, was gone, and his body lay unmoving in the wake of their torment.

But he was still breathing. And that was enough.

Kalibak's hulking form slowly rose to his feet, his massive frame unfazed by the brutal kick Diana had delivered. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a twisted smirk stretching across his scarred face. The anger in his eyes was replaced with a dark hunger.

"So, the gods finally decide to descend, huh?" His voice was thick with mockery, each word dripping with disdain as he sized up the Amazonian princess before him. "I could use a snack!"

His eyes glinted with lascivious intent, his gaze sliding down Diana's powerful form as if she were little more than prey for his amusement. It was the kind of gaze that sent a cold shiver down the spine, one that betrayed his sickening confidence.

Diana, however, was not intimidated. Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as she took in Kalibak's every movement. The air around her seemed to hum with the buildup of raw power as she gripped her spear. With a sharp motion, she summoned her weapon, lightning crackling along its length, charging the air with the promise of destruction.

Her voice rang out, sharp and commanding:

"Die, monster!"

Without another word, Diana thrust her spear forward, the sharp edge cutting through the air like a bolt of divine retribution. The energy crackling around it intensified, the smell of ozone mixing with the charged atmosphere.

Kalibak's eyes widened for a split second, but his reflexes, refined by countless battles, kicked in. With a burst of speed, he sidestepped the thrust, the spear grazing his arm as he danced out of its reach. His Apokoliptian clubs, massive and brutal, swung with unbridled force toward Diana's exposed side.

She was fast, faster than he anticipated. Diana ducked just in time, her lithe form narrowly avoiding the crushing blow of the clubs. The air whooshed with the violent swing, and she felt the gust of it pass over her, the weapon just inches from her head.

But there was no time to celebrate.

As she dove beneath the clubs, Kalibak anticipated her next move. His knee shot up, connecting with her face in a brutal, unrelenting strike.

"CRUNCH!"

The sickening sound of Diana's nose breaking echoed through the chaos of the battlefield. Blood erupted from her face as the force of the impact sent her reeling backward, her senses momentarily overwhelmed by the blinding pain. The world tilted as she was sent flying, her body crashing through the remnants of a nearby building with a thunderous crash.

Debris exploded outward as she disappeared into the ruins, her body slamming into stone and steel, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

Kalibak stood tall, his chest heaving with amusement. He wiped the sweat from his brow, the joy of battle coursing through his veins as he waited for his opponent to rise. He was not just fighting for victory, he was fighting for domination. The Amazonian was just another challenge to conquer.