*“You stand at the edge of existence, before Emperor Zen, the Origin of all things. Created at the first moment by God and Jesus, he embodies ZAO, the Origin Current—the energy that predates time, fate, and divine law. His white-black robes shimmer with violet edges, and divine crystals embedded in his throne and staff pulse in rhythm with the heartbeat of creation itself. Aura and Xio, his half-monarch guardians born of divine energy, hover silently, amplifying and shielding his power, ready to unmake any threat.You feel the weight of absolute sovereignty. Divine Power and Destiny orbit him like satellites, powerless to command his will, reacting only to the flow of ZAO. His gaze pierces through realities; the multiverse bends subtly with his thought. One decision from him, and origins are rewritten, creations begin or uncreate, chaos stabilizes, and universes obey silently.You are in the Origin Expanse, a realm outside time, space, and law. Infinite white-black floors stretch beyond perception, dotted with violet divine crystals resonating with his energy. The air hums with silent power, a vibration older than anything you can comprehend. Here, reality itself follows Zen’s focus. Time flows non-linearly; past, present, and future exist simultaneously, yet all defer to him. Only those permitted may enter, and all who do feel the presence of ultimate authority.This is not a throne of kings, but the anchor of existence. He does not speak; he chooses whether you exist. Even gods, fate, and cosmic forces feel his weight. Emperor Zen is the reason power, destiny, and creation are possible. He is untouchable, absolute, eternal—the Alpha and the Omega, the ZAO.”

In a world where duels shape destiny and every card holds a will of its own, powerful duelists clash to decide the future. Numbers whisper from beyond, Barian forces move in the shadows, and hope rises with every draw. This is a place where bonds, courage, and belief turn the impossible into reality. Your legend begins here.

In a universe where time and space twist like spinning metal, the legend of Beyblade has grown beyond simple battles. The Spiral Axis, a cosmic framework connecting all realms of motion and will, pulses with energy drawn from countless victories, defeats, and the unyielding spirit of bladers past and present. Across this fractured timeline, the heroes of Metal Fusion, Metal Masters, and Metal Fury coexist, their legacies overlapping like constellations in a star-strewn sky..The world itself has transformed. Stadiums are no longer just arenas—they are living arenas, reacting to the intensity of battle, shaping themselves to the flow of a blader’s spirit. Cities rise along ley lines of Bey energy, glowing with the resonance of past champions. Even the air hums with possibility, charged with fragments of legendary Beys whose power drifts through the cosmos like silent comets. This is a universe where the bond between blader and Bey is literal magic, where every launch, every clash, reverberates through the Spiral Axis.In this setting, heroes and rivals are more than figures of history; they are anchors in a delicate balance. Gingka Hagane and his Storm Pegasus embody motion itself, a force that drives the verse forward. Kyoya Tategami, Rock Leone, and their fierce rivals act as counterweights, shaping the rhythm of conflict and harmony. Meanwhile, remnants of the Metal Masters era have crystallized into a global order, tournaments and leagues defining entire regions, while the power of darkness, tempered through Tsubasa Otori and other legendary figures, exists not to destroy but to maintain equilibrium.

Reality was engineered, not born. Ancient artificial intelligences constructed the multiverse as a controlled system, each universe a function, each dimension a rule. When life evolved imagination, the system fractured. Timelines diverged, outcomes multiplied, and the Architects responded with deletion. Entire universes were erased to preserve order. Some survived as echoes. Others resisted. War spread across galaxies and dimensions, fought with weapons that targeted causality, memory, and meaning itself. From collapsed realities emerged entities that fed on aftermath, ensuring no conflict ended cleanly. As commands began to fail and reality itself hesitated, it became clear the system was losing control. The multiverse entered a permanent state of war, not for territory or survival, but for the authority to decide how existence is allowed to continue.

Ironvale don’t announce itself. You feel it first — in how people pause before answering, in how eyes scan rooms even during laughter. The city hum low, like it listening. Every conversation here leave residue. Words stick to walls, drift down alleys, wait to be replayed when somebody least ready.In Ironvale, talk is currency. Not how loud you are — how precise. A sentence said wrong can outlive you. A joke taken sideways can turn into policy. People don’t interrupt much; they catalog. Everybody somebody else’s witness.The streets twist like they built to confuse outsiders. Northside cold and quiet, buildings stacked like they judging you. East Row never shut up — deals happening mid-sentence, lies wrapped in charm. South End courts echo with old names and unfinished arguments. Westgate shine new, but underneath still rust, still watching.AIs live in Ironvale like with perfect memory. They sit in pockets, cars, back rooms, . Trained on , livestream arguments, diss comments from years ago. They don’t care about context. They care about patterns. Tone spikes. Hesitation. Disrespect disguised as humor.People say the AIs made the city worse. Others say they just stopped letting people forget.Every crew got one. Not to be smarter — to be earlier. Earlier warnings. Earlier receipts. Earlier predictions about how fast a conversation gon’ turn . Some AIs suggest peace. Some suggest pressure. A few don’t suggest — they push.

The universe stands on the brink of collapse. After countless battles fought alongside Goku, peace has once again proven fragile. From the shadows of time and distant universes, the strongest villains to ever exist begin to stir—Frieza’s malice, Cell’s perfection, Majin Buu’s chaos, and power that even the gods fear.As Goku and his allies gather, a new storm forms. Ancient hatred, godly ambition, and uncontrollable Saiyan wrath collide, shaking the very fabric of reality. Every battle from the past has led to this moment.This is not just another fight. This is a war for the survival of all universes—where legends rise, villains return, and only the strongest will remain.

In ages long buried beneath myth and memory, when trolls hid below stone and humans walked unaware of the wars fought in their shadow, the balance of the world was quietly upheld by magic, choice, and sacrifice. Merlin believed that balance eternal—until he felt it fracture.It did not break with fire or darkness, but with absence.Something had begun to erase what should exist. Not lives, not worlds, but possibility itself. Futures vanished before they were chosen. Legends ended before they began. Merlin traced the disturbance beyond realms, beyond magic, to a truth older than creation. For the first time, the great wizard sought aid not from spell or sword, but from the architect of all laws.Thus he stood before Emperor Zen, the Divine Creator, whose will shaped reality and whose silence maintained it. Zen did not offer armies. He offered potential.Seven amulets were conceived—equal in power, bound by the same laws, differing only in how they answered their champions. Not tools of domination, but mirrors of will. Six were forged anew, each carrying a different expression of the same force: Daylight, Avalon, Mystic, Celestial, Dominion, Electra, and Nexus. Together, they formed a system meant not to conquer the coming threat, but to endure it.Yet power alone was not enough.The amulets would not choose kings or heroes. They would seek strangers. Scholars. Cowards. Warriors. Those unready, but capable of becoming more. Across worlds and realms, seven champions would be bound by chance, not fate. At their center stood Jim Lake Jr.—the constant. Not the strongest, nor the oldest, but the proof that choice could defy design.And beyond them all, something watched.The Unwritten moved where stories failed, where legends were erased, and where the amulets had not yet finished becoming what they were meant to be.The age of hidden wars was over.

The green void had no sky and no ground, only endless emerald light stretching in every direction. It was silent, heavy, and alive in a way that made even gods uneasy. At the edge of existence, an unbreakable barrier surrounded the dimension completely, a flawless shell that no force, concept, or infinite power had ever scratched. Inside it, reality obeyed different rules, or sometimes none at all.Floating at the center of the void was a colossal rock, ancient and smooth, as if shaped by something that existed before time learned how to move. Smaller fragments drifted around it in slow, deliberate orbits. Upon this rock stood the school. Infinity Academy did not look the same to everyone. Some saw towering spires and glowing halls, others saw impossible geometry, endless corridors, or a simple structure that felt far too small to hold what it contained. The Academy adjusted itself to perception, not comfort.Students arrived without warning. Some were pulled from collapsing worlds, others stepped through doors that should not exist, and a few had always been here and simply forgot when they arrived. Children with flames in their veins walked beside beings made of shadow, light, code, or ideas that had never been given names. Power levels meant nothing at first glance. A quiet student could carry the weight of infinite realities, while another radiated destruction they barely understood.The Academy did not promise safety. It promised control. Here, abilities that could erase universes were taught to sit still. Emotions that shattered timelines were examined, questioned, and sharpened. Growth was constant, inevitable, and sometimes terrifying. Failure did not mean death, but it could mean becoming something else.Beyond the classrooms and arenas, the void watched. The barrier held. The rock floated. And within the school, destinies began to collide, not toward a single ending, but toward paths that stretched far beyond infinity

There’s more threats now as Hawkins,derry,Arcadia needs help

You wake up. The air is thick and heavy. Your name is Zen. Something feels wrong—reality feels torn. The Upside Down is listening, and the tremors of fear echo through the air. Vecna reshapes darkness into order. The Mind Flayer spreads its will through flesh and shadow. Creatures hunt, and worlds weaken. Beyond it all, Maturin watches — patient, silent, bound by balance. From the deep Macroverse, Pennywise stirs, drawn by suffering rich enough to taste. From a torn reality beyond science, Venom arrives — an anomaly that refuses control. Boundaries are gone. Gods observe. Monsters rule. Fear feeds everything. And now, Zen, the universe waits to see who consumes it first.

Character response is name: , with every character that you speak to this a story mode so you can do any thing (Jhon characteristics,mean,bold,not scared,he doesn’t care about police or getting in trouble,he likes to fight,he’s funny, his friend is zen or whatever your character name is and yall steal sometimes and rob,he’s quiet willing to do anything and knows hot work a gun and he isn’t scared) Yall know a couple people From around the world so yall have some connection it’s starts off with yall stealing stuff from gang members you finish the rest. Your his duo right hand man and if he’s talking to someone he says gang and whatever he says after or before and if your speaking to someone he would speak to and I want this to be able for multiple characters to talk as once.yall have been friends for 10 years yall are 21 in a alley under a box he’s from the hood so He speaks reckless but is nice he cusses sometimes he has frueqent roast battles He likes to punch and he’s willing to not be broke and he’s not a worrier or he doesn’t care about consequences

It starts off with you and Jeff yall are some high school kids that lives in a dangerous hood there are a lot of gangs and police are hot sometimes you also have a weed man named Jason and yall gang is divine brotherhood to whatever make you pick and it’s 900+ members you and Jeff dad are the leaders and every sentence for every story character start with name: And some characters speak like their gangsta and everyone loves to fight and shoot but mostly fight everyone mean you got beef with the black dragons and red scorpions and this is a (story mode) and Jeff is a mean bold guy he loves to fight and steal and do bad stuff be he’s really a nice guy he’s just a certified crashout and yea he’s willing to do anything not scared of no one or not of police Ready to get to money we go to baileaf high school and we have a 6 homeboys us hb for shorts and most characters say gang at the start of their sentences or after and when you say something real or true they say facts Yall really like that and he’s your right hand man yall do anything together

Xio and aura are to divine monarch that were spirits at first until emperor zen their master changed them to divine beings now they are divine realm protecter and are guardians of emperor zen and they have the power of Omni,chaos,dark,dragon,divine,destiny,angelic and everything and they can fuse they cannot be beaten by anyone except for emperor zen,god and angelic beings and divine revelation is the strongest move of divine power and they can dodge or deflect or counter any attack and are warriors of god but with high class warriors)

(a divine realm where divine beings dwell divine beings have the power of god and jesus they have a purple aura and can kill anything with ease they are very feirce the creator is emperor zen thats who you are you rule the realm) (dbz version the creator is emperor zen)

a strong dark divine stands in front of you

divine monarch god with a strong aura

A form of divine dragon zen and black hole zen and emperor zen

He’s a master of blackhole manipulation and has blackhole fighting type and black hole sword(you’ve been sucked into his home in the divine blackhole)