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As countless viewers across the Wanjie Multiverse fixed their gazes on the screen, captivated by the prospect of fusion, the narrator's voice resonated through the dimensions.
"Do you remember what was said previously? That although Mr. Satan often acts like a clown, he is truly worthy of the title of Hero," the voice intoned. "Beyond risking his life to deliver Android 16's head to Gohan during the Cell Games, his actions during the Majin Buu incident were nothing short of legendary."
As the narration faded, the video shifted to a time of absolute despair. Earth was in chaos; the pink terror known as Majin Buu was systematically erasing cities from the map. While the populace huddled in fear, praying for a savior, Mr. Satan did the unthinkable. Armed with nothing but a trick bomb and his own bravado, the World Champion set out to confront the monster.
Across the multiverse, reactions were mixed. In the world of One Piece, Monkey D. Luffy tilted his straw hat, his eyes wide with simple respect. "Shishishi! That big-bearded guy has some guts! Facing a monster like that without any powers? He's a real warrior!"
Meanwhile, Akira, observing the scene with the cold, tactical precision of a transmigrator, narrowed his eyes. He understood the power scaling of this world better than anyone. To Akira, Mr. Satan was a "collateral damage human"—a bug compared to a God-tier Saiyan—yet his tactical value was shifting. "It's absurd," Akira mused.
"The gap in Ki is like a drop of water versus a supernova. Why did the Earthlings believe a martial arts champion could stop a planetary threat with a bomb? Their logic is flawed, yet Satan's psychological maneuver... that's where the real impact lies."
In the video, the plan took a bizarre turn. Realizing he couldn't win a direct fight, Mr. Satan became Majin Buu's "babysitter." He cooked, he cleaned, and he catered to the creature's whims. But beneath the comedy, a deep bond formed. Satan discovered that Majin Buu wasn't inherently evil; he was a blank slate, a child who had been corrupted by the dark magic of Bibidi and Babidi.
With sweat beads rolling down his face, Satan finally mustered the courage to ask Buu to stop the killing. To the shock of the entire multiverse, the pink monster simply agreed. He even rescued a small puppy, and for a moment, the golden light of peace seemed to settle over the world.
"Mr. Satan almost saved the Earth single-handedly," the narrator continued, his voice heavy with irony. "But in a world of billions, foolishness is inevitable."
The scene turned dark as two gunmen, driven by a deluded desire for fame, opened fire from a distance. They didn't just target the monsters; they shot the puppy. The atmosphere in the video fractured. The pressure of Buu's Ki began to rise, a suffocating, pink aura vibrating through the screen. Though Satan managed to heal the dog and pummel the shooters with his champion-level strength, the damage was done.
One of the gunmen fired again, wounding Mr. Satan. That was the breaking point.
Watching from the Perfect World, Ye Hei gripped his armrest. "The balance is lost. That dense, dark energy... it's manifesting."
In the video, Majin Buu's body began to convulse. Thick, acrid steam billowed from the vents in his skin, his Ki twisting into something jagged and cold. He screamed for Satan to run as the gray smoke condensed into a lean, skeletal, and purely evil entity: the Thin Buu.
The clash was brief but brutal. By expelling the evil from his heart, the original Fat Buu had lost the majority of his power. When he attempted to turn his evil counterpart into chocolate, the Thin Buu simply blew the beam back. With a sickening crunch, the kind Buu was turned into a snack and consumed.
The screen shook as a violent transformation took hold. The pink flesh bubbled and reshaped, the Ki skyrocketing until the dimensions themselves seemed to tremble under the weight of a new, terrifying presence. Standing where the innocent monster once was, a tall, muscular, and utterly lethal warrior emerged.
"Super Buu has been born," the narrator declared. "The embodiment of pure malice. If not for the interference of those two fools, Mr. Satan would have truly been the savior of the universe. Now, only a miracle can stop the extinction of all life."