Jin-Woo lay weak in the arms of Gojo Satoru, his nascent Monarch power having receded, leaving behind only the cold shock of temporal violation. The ultimate threat—Goku, the Anchor Point—was still reeling from the glimpse of Absolute Death.
Goku stumbled backward, his hands hovering over his chest, his eyes unfocused. "What... what was that? I can fight anything! But that... that wasn't a fight. It was... the end."
Gojo used the perfect, conceptual opening. He stepped forward, leaving Jin-Woo safely with Tanjiro and Okarun. Gojo dropped his voice, his tone shifting from casual arrogance to something far more cutting—the voice of an ultimate critic.
"It was the concept of Irrelevance, Saiyan," Gojo stated, his Six Eyes focusing entirely on Goku's confused Ki signature. "You push past all limits, you achieve infinite growth, but for what? To repeat the same, boring cycle of violence?"
Gojo spread his hands, encompassing the entire, ruined landscape of the planetoid.
"Look around. This is your aesthetic. Meaningless destruction. You achieve Godhood only to create an endless, juvenile screaming contest with the same handful of people. You run so fast, you end up standing still. Your limitless power is an aesthetic failure."
Gojo channeled his intent—not his Limitless technique, but the pure Nexus Principle of Rejection, based on Dazai's concept. He amplified it with his own deep-seated belief in his singular superiority.
"You are no longer a necessary component of this reality's narrative. You are an obsolete trope."
The conceptual assault, rooted in the idea of Ultimate Boredom (Saitama), Absolute Inefficiency (Jin-Woo's failure to calculate), and Aesthetic Irrelevance (Gojo), hit the destabilized Anchor Point.
Goku's Super Saiyan aura, which had barely recovered, flickered violently. He experienced a vision of his future, not of grand battles, but of endless, repetitive fights, of food, and of never finding true satisfaction. The weight of his own Limitless Growth suddenly crushed his spirit.
"No... that's not right," Goku muttered, his voice weak. "Fighting... fighting is fun. It's supposed to be fun."
"It's over," Gojo declared, using the ultimate rejection. He focused his mind on the exit—the Dazai Principle of elegant removal. "This narrative requires a new direction."
A clean, white portal—smelling of old paper and nihilistic relief—snapped open directly behind Goku.
Goku was still too stunned to resist, his conceptual defenses utterly broken by the combined psychological and metaphysical assault. The Anchor Point, declared obsolete, was pulled violently back toward its original universe.
"No longer allowed in this narrative!" Gojo commanded, echoing Dazai's core concept.
Goku was swallowed by the portal, which snapped shut instantly.
The silence on the cracked planetoid was immediate and profound. The deafening sonic waves vanished. The ambient Ki density plummeted from "planet-killer" to "high-school martial artist."
Broly and Vegeta, who had been mid-clash, suddenly stopped. Their battle rage vanished, replaced by confusion.
"Kakarot?" Vegeta looked around, his armor slightly smoking. "Where did he go? Did he just... abandon the fight? That's unacceptable!"
Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan, simply looked confused. The pure, chaotic energy that fueled his rage was receding, now lacking the ultimate challenge of Goku's presence. He looked at the giant Mana Stone and then at the sky, his eyes slowly losing their emerald glow.
The Dragon Ball Universe was stabilized. The source of Overwhelming Power was neutralized by Conceptual Boredom and Rejection.
Jin-Woo, now sitting up, looked out at the suddenly calm chaos. "It worked. The Anchor Point's concept was successfully corrupted."
Kazuma, meanwhile, was happily trying to chip pieces off the minivan-sized Mana Stone. "I'm going to be richer than a kingdom! This single crystal is the proof we won!"
Malak's voice boomed in their minds, but this time, it was laced with genuine, unsettling satisfaction.
"Congratulations, Nexus Seven. You have achieved Conceptual Victory. The Dragon Ball Universe is now downgraded to Neutralized Status. You may now perform extraction or resource acquisition."
Gojo looked at Jin-Woo, who was still pale. "Your power... that Monarch Authority. What was that?"
Jin-Woo shook his head, looking troubled. "It was a conceptual leak. A glimpse of my final form. It was enough to create the terror, but I can't control it. It almost killed me."
Dazai, who had finally approached, inspected the remaining Ki energy in the air. "Ah, existential dread. That's a good weapon. Perhaps a conceptual attack of profound literary sorrow could achieve the same effect on me."
Before the team could celebrate or Kazuma could pocket the massive Mana Stone, Malak's voice returned, sharper now.
"Acquisition Complete. Move to the next mission. New universe target: A reality defined by Absolute Carnage."
A new, massive Obsidian Door materialized directly in front of them. This one was different. It didn't smell of ozone or blood. It smelled of rot, fear, and industrial grimness.
"Nexus Seven. Prepare for deployment to the Titan Universe. Your mission is to locate the Anchor Point—the source of this universe's endless cycle of terror—and neutralize its concept. Be warned: the low-concept entities here consume human flesh."
The door slowly swung open, revealing not a void, but a dark, mossy alleyway between two towering walls. The scent of absolute, primal fear poured out.
"Flesh-eating giants?" Okarun whimpered, trying to hide behind Saitama.
"Just focus on finding a quiet spot to die," Dazai advised him cheerfully.
The Nexus Seven were pulled toward the abyss. The real conquest had just begun.