Chapter 1: Shackled in the Void, the Cursed Warrior's Roar

Ancient Legends: The Rise of the Legendary Super Saiyan

A realm without light. A void without time.

A lone figure drifted through the abyss, the sound of his own voice the only company he had left.

"One bottle... of rum... every step I take… Two... for every sentence I say... Three... for a hearty laugh."

His laughter echoed through the lifeless blackness, swallowed by the void as soon as it left his lips. With a half-empty bottle in hand, he paused, his piercing gaze lost in the infinite darkness.

His voice, raw with frustration, shattered the silence.

"WHEN WILL THIS END? WHEN!?"

The words carried through the emptiness, yet no answer came. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of eternity pressing upon him.

"How long have I been here? Do my descendants still live? Or has he slaughtered them all?"

A fire burned within him, an ever-growing storm that had never ceased, only waiting, only cultivating, only strengthening. Even without a purpose, even without direction, his power had continued to grow, fueled by rage, sorrow, and the relentless will to survive.

He took a deep breath, then roared:

"NO MORE! IF I MUST TEAR THIS REALM APART TO ESCAPE, THEN SO BE IT! I, AKUMA, SHALL BREAK FREE!"

In an instant, the air trembled.

A force unlike any before erupted from his being. The void quaked, its foundations crumbling beneath the pressure.

Swoosh. Bzzzt. Crack. BOOOOM!

Lightning tore through the darkness, splitting space itself. Tornadoes howled in the vacuum, a storm of chaos manifesting in the abyss. And at the center of it all, Akuma stood, his golden eyes burning with unyielding fury.

"I SHALL BECOME THE VOID WITHIN THIS CHAOS! NOW BREAK!!!"

A blinding explosion of white light surged outward, splitting the dimension apart like brittle glass.

Then—

A voice, groggy and irritated, pierced through the destruction.

"So noisy... for the love of Nova, shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep. Can't get any rest with you screaming and throwing a tantrum."

Akuma's eyes widened, his body tensing as he recognized the voice.

A spear—no, something far beyond a mere weapon—descended from the shattered heavens. It was massive, endless, as if crafted from the very laws of reality itself. It fell toward him like divine judgment.

Akuma snarled.

"YOU… CU!!! GENTRUZ!!!"

His voice cracked with unfiltered rage.

"I FUCKING LOATHE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE SO I DON'T HAVE TO SULLY MY HANDS WITH YOUR BLOOD! BUT IF I MUST, THEN—MAY FORTUNE SMILE ON YOU, YOU MISERABLE FUCKER!"

With the last of his strength, Akuma spat toward the sky, hoping to strike the face of his unseen foe.

SPLAK!

A brief silence.

Then—

"WHY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

A storm of spears materialized in an instant, a barrage of infinite blades descending upon Akuma with merciless precision. Each spear pierced his body, his soul, his very essence.

Pain. Regret.

His final thoughts echoed through the dying void.

"If only this cursed place had not sealed away my transformations… my power… my true self…"

Darkness consumed him. His body faded, his soul unraveling into nothingness.

But fate was not done with Akuma yet.

A single fragment of his soul—microscopic, imperceptible—slipped through a tear in space, carried by unseen currents. It drifted past the howling storms, through the jaws of space-faring behemoths, beyond the reach of time itself.

A light appeared ahead. A warmth—faint yet undeniable—beckoned his soul forward.

Through the abyss, through the endless storm, he was pulled toward something new.

Somewhere, in another world, another time—

A new life awaited.

A new legend was about to be born.

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