Naked Chaos

The neon-drenched Colosseum of Carnal Combat pulsed with unholy energy. Above, the Great Weeb Overlord lounged in his floating throne of degeneracy, watching his multiversal orgy spiral further into chaos. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as champions from across anime history indulged in the ultimate tournament of pleasure.

But within the madness, Aizen sat among the Overlords, unseen for what he truly was. The so-called gods had failed to notice his deception, letting him sink into a throne of his own making. The smug smirk on his face stretched wider.

"These fools…" Aizen mused, resting his chin on his fingers. "They revel in their pleasure, unaware that I walk among them. They believe I am one of them, yet I am already beyond them. True omnipotence is not granted—it is taken."

A luxurious harem-draped Overlord beside him convulsed in sheer bliss, utterly lost in the tournament's debaucherous spectacle. Aizen's cold eyes observed him. Pathetic. These beings were self-proclaimed gods, yet they were slaves to their own lust. And that, he realized, was the crack in their so-called divinity.

A flaw that he would exploit.

Meanwhile, in the Chaos Below…

"K-K-K-Kazuya-kun~," Makima cooed, straddling the terrified main protagonist of mediocrity.

Sweat dripped down Kazuya's face as he stared into the abyss of dominance before him. He had been paired with Makima, and now, the shepherd of control had chosen him as her plaything.

This was not a battle he was equipped to fight.

"P-please be gentle…" Kazuya whispered, trembling.

Makima's smile widened. "Oh, I'll be very… thorough."

Somewhere nearby, Denji wiped a tear from his eye.

"Rest in peace, bro. You had a good run."

The Titan's Fury

From the VIP rage seats, Eren Yeager's breath grew ragged as he clenched his fists. Every fiber of his being screamed with hatred.

Before him, Mikasa was entangled with Gojo, her usual loyalty to him… w-wavering. The blindfolded sorcerer, grinning as always, whispered things that should not be whispered.

Something snapped.

Eren shot up, veins bulging, a primal roar ripping through his throat.

"I'LL DESTROY THIS ENTIRE TOURNAMENT!"

The sky cracked. The ground trembled. And before anyone could react—

A colossal flash of light engulfed the arena.

A moment later, a 15-meter Titan stood among the chaos, its muscles rippling, its presence a burning manifestation of pure wrath.

Even the Overlord sat up. "Oho? This just got interesting."

Down below, Luffy bounced on his feet. "OI, A BIG NAKED GUY JUST SHOWED UP! COOL!"

Denji, still catching his breath from his 80th conquest of the night, gave a lazy thumbs-up. "Yo, someone tell him he's in the wrong tournament. The fight-to-the-death sh*t is next week."

Gojo, adjusting his blindfold, simply smirked. "Hoooh? So you're mad? Let's see how long that lasts~."

Urahara's Discovery

While the chaos unfolded, Urahara Kisuke adjusted his hat and observed Aizen from afar.

Aizen had been too smug. Too comfortable. And that… that was suspicious.

With a flick of his wrist, Urahara slipped a tiny, undetectable energy thread from his sleeve and infiltrated the Overlords' chamber. What he discovered was alarming.

Monitor rooms. Reinforcement departments. Data archives.

And one chamber in particular…

The Core of the Tournament.

Urahara's grin widened. "So that's your game, huh, Aizen?"

The Overlord Falls

Deep in the luxury corridors, an Overlord felt a soft, delicate voice call his name.

"Come closer… please…"

He followed the voice, enchanted. It was warm, sultry, inviting.

But the moment he stepped into the isolated chamber…

A sword pierced his heart.

Aizen emerged from the shadows, his blade coated in spiritual energy. The Overlord gasped, power draining from his eyes.

"You gods… you are nothing but slaves to your own desires," Aizen whispered, pressing a hand to the dying being's forehead. Energy surged. The room trembled.

And then—

Aizen absorbed him.

Power coursed through him, intoxicating, exhilarating. The Overlords, too drunk on their pleasures, had failed to notice one of their own vanishing.

Aizen licked his lips.

"One down. Several more to go."

The Naked War Begins

Then, Tanjiro snapped.

Flames erupted from his sword as he unleashed Hinokami Kagura.

The heat swept through the nude battlefield, sending participants scrambling.

Gojo teleported across the arena, laughing. "This is the best tournament ever!"

Denji, arms wrapped around three women at once, sighed. "Man, at this rate, I'm never gonna reach 100."

Yor, now completely lost in a fever of lust and adrenaline, accidentally bisected a minor character.

The Overlord's broadcast glitched.

"Wait, WHO ALLOWED A DEATH INTO MY PLEASURE TOURNAMENT?!"

Nezuko, riding the chaos, kicked someone into orbit.

Luffy, having the time of his life, stretched his limbs and yelled, "LET'S GOOOO!"

And above it all, Aizen—untouched, unnoticed, and now empowered—simply sat back, smirking.

"Let them destroy each other. It only brings me closer to true divinity."