New harem god?

The cosmic colosseum trembled as Aizen stood at its highest peak, bathed in the shimmering essence of countless Overlords. Their divine remnants swirled around him like celestial dust, consumed and repurposed within his growing godhood. His smirk was sharp enough to slice through dimensions.

"To think," Aizen mused, stretching his fingers as omnipotent energy coursed through him, "the so-called gods were nothing more than vessels waiting to be claimed."

Below, the multiversal tournament had spiraled into new depths of madness. Every character, from battle-hardened warriors to unsuspecting high schoolers, had fully embraced the Great Weeb Overlord's grand event, their bodies and souls indulging in the pleasures of their existence. Chaos, lust, and insatiable desires filled the realm—but Aizen? He had transcended all of it.

Aizen's Ascent

As his body absorbed the last remnants of the Overlords, his very presence warped reality itself. Entire universes folded and twisted within his will. He felt them—all of them. The gods of pleasure, of battle, of lust and desire—reduced to echoes within his expanding consciousness.

The Great Weeb Overlord had attempted to flee, leaping through dimensions, desperately trying to escape Aizen's grasp. He had ventured into the Bleach universe, seeking refuge in the depths of Hueco Mundo, where Zaraki Kenpachi and Unohana were… engaged in a rather intense physical exchange of strength.

He had dived into One Piece, where the Straw Hat crew had turned entire islands into paradises of indulgence, frequenting bars and places of "relaxation" with no care for tomorrow.

Even Death Note had become a land of carnal insanity, where Light Yagami had long abandoned his moral grandstanding and was now writing down the names of those he wanted to "meet" for personal pleasure.

Yet, no matter where he went, the oppressive presence of Aizen loomed closer. There was no escape.

Back at the Tournament

The revelation of Aizen's ascension had barely registered among the tournament's participants. Why? Because they were too busy.

In a secluded dimension, Kazuya found himself surrounded by four of the most breathtaking women he had ever encountered. The air was thick with something primal, something intoxicating. The small space they were trapped in—a luxurious suite with a never-ending supply of food, water, and… entertainment—was no longer just a "room." It was a playground.

Each waifu took turns pushing Kazuya beyond his mortal limits, engaging in acts so wild that the very fabric of their reality seemed to throb in response. Furniture was destroyed. Walls had cracks from the sheer intensity of their "exercises." The once pristine table had become a battleground of passion.

Little did they know, everything was being broadcasted on the massive television screen in the Weeb Overlord's former chamber, where the remaining contestants—Luffy, Denji, Gojo, Urahara, Tanjiro, Eren, and others—had gathered, eyes wide, jaws slack, expressions a mix of horror, envy, and admiration.

Denji wiped a tear from his eye. "Kazuya, man… you're living the dream."

Luffy, arms crossed, nodded in respect. "I can't even be mad at this."

Gojo adjusted his blindfold. "Alright, I've seen a lot of things, but that… that is next-level degeneracy."

Meanwhile, Urahara and Yoruichi had ventured deep into the heart of the tournament's structure, their minds no longer preoccupied with mere indulgence. They had felt the shift in power, the unnatural vacuum left behind by the fallen Overlords.

"Aizen," Urahara muttered, tipping his hat. "That bastard actually did it."

"He's coming for the Weeb Throne," Yoruichi added, her feline eyes narrowing.

The Final Convergence

The entire realm convulsed as Aizen made his triumphant return, stepping into the central arena with the grace of a god among insects. His presence alone shattered the very laws of the tournament.

The remaining characters, those still somewhat in control of their minds, felt the sheer weight of his spiritual pressure.

Eren Yeager, already teetering on the edge, finally snapped. His body erupted into the form of the Founding Titan, his roar shaking the heavens. But Aizen… he barely acknowledged him.

Gojo cracked his knuckles, his limitless technique humming around him. "Guess I gotta put the titan down."

And so, naked and unbothered, Gojo and Titan Eren launched themselves at each other in a battle that defied reason.

Elsewhere, Luffy and Denji continued their very important battle over the question that had plagued mankind for centuries: Who had the bigger dick? Their fight had taken inspiration from kangaroo duels, hopping around while shouting obscenities.

But all of this… it was meaningless to Aizen. His gaze was fixed on the goddess of the universe, a divine beauty who had watched over all things.

She was powerful. Omnipotent. A deity beyond measure.

And yet, even she was powerless against Aizen's charm.

With a smirk, he extended a hand. "Shall we rewrite the laws of existence together?"

The goddess shivered. The multiverse trembled.

The tournament? It had become something far greater than just a contest of debauchery.

It was now Aizen's World.