"Severing a Saiyan's tail is the primary method to force a regression from their Great Ape transformation," the narrator's voice echoed across the Myriad Worlds, steady and clinical.
"The second method, however, is significantly more difficult."
Lin Luo, watching from the void with the keen, tactical eye of a transmigrator, leaned forward. He knew what was coming. The multiverse was about to witness the moment the power scaling of the Dragon Ball World shattered every preconceived notion of 'human' limits.
"A Saiyan transforms for two reasons," the narration continued. "First, the biological catalyst: the tail. It acts as a receiver for Blutz Waves—a specific wavelength of light emitted by a full moon. Second, the celestial catalyst: the full moon itself.
Therefore, the transformation is tethered to the moon's presence. To force a reversion while the moon is still high in the sky, one cannot simply wait for dawn."
Across the dimensions, the cleverest minds began to piece it together, but the conclusion was so preposterous they hesitated to even whisper it.
The bullet comments on the screen began to explode in a frenzy of denial.
Sanji: "No way... it's not what I'm thinking, is it? That's insane!"
Sengoku the Buddha: "Impossible! Absolutely ridiculous! The second method... it's a logistical nightmare. No individual could possess such concentrated power!"
Horii (GUTS): "Even in the various Ultraman Worlds, destroying a celestial body isn't a task taken lightly. Can this 'Dragon Ball World' truly be capable of that level of output?"
Zhang Chulan: "Wait, is their tech that advanced? Or... no, don't tell me a human is going to do it with their bare hands? That's not a martial artist, that's a walking extinction event!"
Duanmu Yan: "Based on the narrator's logic, there is only one variable left to remove. They aren't going to hide the moon... they're going to erase it."
The realization rippled through the Myriad Worlds like a psychic shockwave. To revert the Great Ape without touching the beast, one had to destroy the moon.
In most universes, the moon was an untouchable titan of the night sky. Perhaps a Giant of Light from the Ultraman dimensions could manage it, but such a feat had never been recorded—the ecological collapse of the Earth would be too great a risk. But the Dragon Ball World was a different breed entirely.
The video feed shifted, centering on the World Martial Arts Tournament.
The atmosphere was suffocating. Master Roshi, under his alias Jackie Chun, had just unleashed a Max Power Kamehameha so devastating it seemed the match was over. But as Son Goku hovered on the verge of surrender, his eyes locked onto the pale orb in the sky. His regrown tail twitched, reacting to the 17 million zenos of Blutz Waves.
The transformation was violent. Flesh expanded, fur sprouted, and the young boy vanished, replaced by a multi-story engine of destruction. The arena crumbled. The crowd fled in a panic of screams and dust.
"I have to stop him... without killing him," Roshi muttered.
The old master stepped back, his frail frame suddenly surging with Ki. His muscles expanded with a sickening series of pops and cracks—his MAX Power Form. The air around him began to distort from the sheer pressure of his energy.
He cupped his hands at his side. A sphere of blinding, blue-white light condensed between his palms, crackling with enough potency to sear the retinas of anyone watching.
"MAX POWER... KAMEHAMEHA!!!"
The beam didn't fly toward the Great Ape. It roared upward, a pillar of pure, concentrated Ki piercing the stratosphere. The screen whited out. A roar of displaced air shook the dimensions, forcing viewers to shield their eyes.
When the light faded, the moon was gone. Only a handful of stardust remained where the satellite had hung moments before.
The Myriad Worlds fell into a deafening silence.
One Piece World, Onigashima Kaido of the Beasts, the "Strongest Creature," felt his massive hands tremble. His spiked club, the Hassaikai, hit the floor with a dull thud. "A human... did that? Not a weapon of ancient mass destruction... but a man's own inner energy?"
He had seen the giants of the Ultraman worlds, beings weighing tens of thousands of tons, but even they hadn't displayed such casual, planet-altering destruction. This wasn't just a fight; it was a rewrite of the laws of physics.
The transition was complete. In the eyes of the Multiverse, the fighters of the Dragon Ball World were no longer just martial artists. They were God-tier anomalies, capable of shattering the heavens with a single breath.