In a world torn open by rifts between dimensions, powerful warriors began crossing into each other’s realms. From the world of hunters came Sung Jin-Woo, the Shadow Monarch. And from another realm — where power levels shattered planets — came Son Goku, Earth’s greatest defender.

The rift brought them together in a clash destined to shake the stars.

At first, Goku greeted Jin-Woo with his usual cheerful grin, excited at the prospect of fighting someone powerful. But the moment Jin-Woo released his shadow army — a tidal wave of dark soldiers led by Igris and Beru — Goku's smile faltered.

Their battle spanned mountains, oceans, even space. Goku pushed to Ultra Instinct. Jin-Woo, undeterred, activated his full Monarch form — darkness incarnate, commanding the dead and defying the laws of life.

In the end, it wasn’t brute force that brought Goku down. It was inevitability. For every Kamehameha, Jin-Woo returned with an army risen from the ashes. For every spirit bomb, Jin-Woo responded with a void that devoured light.

Exhausted and cornered, Goku smiled.
“You’re strong. Stronger than me,” he said, before Jin-Woo’s final blow fell like a shadow over the sun.

Goku’s body faded, joining the army of the dead.

The world of Dragon Ball fell quiet.

Later, standing in the ruins of Mount Paozu, Jin-Woo approached Chi-Chi, who had sensed it all. Her heart trembled, not with fear, but with awe — the man before her had conquered the unconquerable.

“You killed him,” she whispered.

“He chose to fight,” Jin-Woo replied. “He died with honor.”

And in a moment suspended between grief and strange fascination, Chi-Chi stepped closer.

They kissed — not out of love, but out of the gravity of fate, the kind that only exists between those who have lost everything and those strong enough to carry it.