Across the infinite threads of the multiverse, a mysterious entity known as The Broadcaster prepares to unveil the greatest spectacle existence has ever witnessed.
"Just a little more… the show's about to begin," The Broadcaster thinks, a surge of excitement running through him as he channels his immense power. With a flick of his hand, he sends transmission signals rippling across dimensions. "Almost ready…"
Meanwhile, across countless realms—planets, dimensions, and alternate realities—mysterious floating screens begin to appear. They manifest out of nowhere, emitting static, and quickly draw the attention of beings from every world. Confusion and shock spread like wildfire.
[World: Jujutsu Kaisen]
Inside Jujutsu High, a flickering screen floats silently in a room, its static glow lighting up the space.
A pink-haired teenager, Yuji Itadori, stares at it, scratching his head in confusion.
"That's weird… I didn't know we had a TV in here. Especially one that floats…" he mutters, wondering since when screens could fly.
The door swings open, and a black-haired boy with a serious expression enters—Megumi Fushiguro. Behind him walks in a girl with short brown hair, Nobara Kugisaki, followed by a tall white-haired man chewing dango and carrying a bag—Satoru Gojo.
"Itadori-chan~! We're back with food! Miss us~?" Gojo says playfully.
Megumi sighs, already irritated by his teacher's usual antics.
"Hey, Itadori, what the hell is that?" Nobara asks, pointing at the floating screen. Her question quickly draws everyone's attention to it.
"I don't know… It was here when I woke up. I thought someone bought a new TV or something, but it's weird. I tried touching it, but my hand just went through. Look—" Yuji demonstrates, and sure enough, his hand phases through the screen like it isn't even there.
"Could be some sort of cursed technique," Megumi suggests. "We should be cautious, right, Gojo-sensei?"
"How fascinating… I don't detect any cursed energy from it," Gojo replies, examining the screen closely. "But don't worry, my dear students. I am the stro—"
Before he can finish bragging, the screen glows intensely, cutting him off.
Little do they know, similar screens are appearing all over the Jujutsu world, being seen not only by sorcerers but by civilians... and even by curses.
[World: Naruto]
In the training fields of Konoha, a blond-haired boy focuses intensely on forming a spinning ball of chakra in his hand. Just as he's about to succeed, a glowing screen appears in front of him, breaking his concentration.
"AAARGH! WHAT THE HELL!?" Naruto Uzumaki yells as the Rasengan explodes in his hand, sending him crashing to the ground. "HEY! WHO PUT THIS WEIRD THING HERE!? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRAINING!?"
"Why are you yelling so much, Naruto? Can't you see I'm trying to finish my new book…" says an older man with spiky white hair—Jiraiya, the legendary pervy sage.
Jiraiya frowns as he notices the floating screen.
"What in the world is that?"
"How would I know, you old perv!? It showed up right as I was about to master the Rasengan!" Naruto snaps.
"Calm down, brat. Don't make such a fuss… it's still early," Jiraiya says as he approaches the screen.
At that moment, the screen begins to glow brightly.
[World: One Piece]
Aboard the Thousand Sunny, the Straw Hat crew enjoys a lively lunch. Luffy is devouring meat, Sanji is arguing with Zoro, and Nami is reviewing the next island on the map.
Suddenly, a glowing screen appears floating above the table.
"WAAAH!? WHAT IS THAAAT!?" Luffy shouts with a full mouth, pointing wildly.
"Don't scream, idiot!" Zoro says, already reaching for his swords. "Is it an enemy?"
"No Haki… no hostile aura," Sanji mutters, ready to shield Nami and Robin.
"This isn't World Government tech… I've never seen anything like it," Franky adds, pushing up his goggles. "SUPER weird!"
Chopper hides behind Usopp, shaking.
"Is it some kind of mutated Denden Mushi!? Are we being watched!?"
The screen begins to glow and hum as everyone stares in silence.
[World: Bleach]
In the Soul Society's Seireitei, Ichigo Kurosaki walks beside Rukia, talking about a recent mission. Suddenly, a translucent screen floats into view, halting them.
"What the hell…?" Ichigo frowns.
"It's not a Hollow. I don't sense any spiritual pressure," Rukia says, hand near her zanpakutō.
Elsewhere, Byakuya, Renji, and several Gotei 13 captains witness the same phenomenon. Even Mayuri Kurotsuchi grins as a screen appears in his lab.
"Fascinating…" he whispers, activating strange instruments. "Not from the Dangai, nor Hueco Mundo… Could this be a new interdimensional anomaly?"
In the human world, Orihime, Uryuu, and Chad discover screens at home, unsure if it's a warning of another invasion—or something worse.
[World: The Legend of Zelda]
Across Hyrule's fields, Link rides Epona when a radiant light descends from the sky. A floating screen appears directly in his path.
Epona rears, neighing in alarm. Link narrows his eyes, instinctively drawing the Master Sword and raising his shield. The screen begins to spin and emit a glowing pulse.
Back in Hyrule Castle, Zelda sees a similar screen from her window as the sages gather.
"This isn't Sheikah magic… nor an artifact of the ancients," she whispers, placing a hand on the glass and watching the mysterious screen in the distance.
[World: God of War]
Deep in the Nordic forests, Kratos and Atreus are hunting when a screen appears between the trees.
"What sorcery is this?" Kratos growls, gripping the Leviathan Axe.
"It's not runic magic…" Atreus replies, readying his bow.
"Then we destroy it," Kratos states—but when he hurls the axe, it phases right through the screen without a scratch.
The screen begins to glow even brighter.
"Father… I think someone… or something, is watching us."
Such scenes unfold across countless worlds.
Anime, video games, comics—no realm is untouched. The mysterious screens appear everywhere, heralding the arrival of something new.
Suddenly, the screens stop flickering. Each one displays the image of a glowing humanoid figure dressed in a flashy host outfit. His wide, shining smile radiates excitement. In one hand, he holds a golden microphone and looks straight at the viewers with the energy of someone ready to change everything.
"Ladies and gentlemen across the multiverse!" he exclaims. "I am The Broadcaster, and I have the honor of presenting the most spectacular event in existence! A show like no other—featuring battles so epic they'll shatter your imagination! Fights with the powers and abilities of your favorite heroes from every world!"
He pauses dramatically, pointing at the screen.
"And no, I'm not talking to the legendary warriors, gods of war, or cosmic sorcerers. I'm talking to you—yes, you! Ordinary people with no powers at all! Why? Because why the hell not?!"
The view widens—magical fireworks and psychedelic visuals explode across the screen.
"One hundred participants—only one will remain standing! And no, the winner doesn't just get a pat on the back. HELL NO!" he shouts, bursting with energy. "The victor gets a wish—any wish! No limits. No rules. Want power? Fame? Wealth? Your own interdimensional kingdom? A whole galaxy to rule?! It's yours!"
With a snap of his fingers, floating buttons appear before millions of ordinary people across the multiverse. Each button flashes one word:
Participate?
One by one, anonymous individuals begin pressing it—some out of curiosity, others from desperation… and some just for fun—completely unaware of what lies ahead.
With a bright flash, one hundred people are instantly teleported from their worlds to a colossal floating platform suspended between dimensions.
"W-whoa... it was real?!" one young man shouts in panic.
The faces around him say it all: some are terrified, others trembling, but many burn with ambition. Each of them was drawn by the promise of the impossible.
The Broadcaster floats above them, arms wide open.
"Dear contestants, thank you for accepting the challenge. You are being sent to a unique dimension—a supercontinent made from fragments of countless worlds, packed with deadly dangers: wild beasts, monsters, curses, titans, demons, and more!"
Whispers of fear ripple through the crowd. Their bodies tremble at the thought of being tossed into such a place... with nothing to defend themselves.
"E-excuse me… Mr. Broadcaster…" a young woman speaks up. "How are we supposed to survive? We're just… normal people. We can't fight things like that…"
Her words echo in the group, sparking more protests and fear.
"Y-yeah! This is insane! How are we supposed to survive without powers!?"
The Broadcaster raises an eyebrow. His grin grows wider.
"Did you really think I'd just throw you in there to die like flies? Please! That'd be boring. This is entertainment! And senseless suffering? Doesn't sell."
He snaps his fingers again—and this time, a new screen appears before each participant. Smaller. Brighter. Personalized. Above them, glowing words:
Choose the power you wish to use.
"You'll each choose a set of powers, abilities, or techniques from any universe. Wanna be like Goku? Have a Stand like in JoJo's? Control spiritual energy like in Bleach? Master Naruto's chakra, Jujutsu Kaisen's curses, or Genshin magic?"
The crowd stares at their screens—some with tears in their eyes, others with maniacal grins. The chance to become legends is right in front of them.
"Magic, jutsus, biological upgrades, advanced tech, combat techniques… It's all here. Choose wisely," The Broadcaster says, slowly turning toward the camera.
"And to all of you watching from home, from distant worlds and forgotten galaxies… don't look away!"
The Broadcaster laughs—loud, electric, infectious. The screen pulses with energy.
"This… is just the beginning."