Ultimate Buu

Black light shot into the heavens, staining the sky black.

The First Demon Realm's originally murky dark-red sky lost all color in less than half a breath.

There were no stars, no murky clouds; even the invisible Spatial Turbulence high in the sky was tightly clogged by this viscous black substance.

At the center of the ruins, the source of this disaster stood firmly atop alloy tiles melted by the heat.

His body was still as round and pudgy as ever. Even the features on his face had not changed by so much as a millimeter.

He still had that simple-minded chubby face, round cheeks, and slightly parted lips.

Even the innocent smile at the corners of his mouth—the one he usually wore when begging for chocolate—remained completely unchanged.

Yet those utterly unchanged features now carried an extreme eeriness that made one's scalp tingle.

That was because the soft outer skin had already peeled away and vanished. What now covered this body was a pure black that radiated deathly stillness.

Under the remaining light, faint ripples could be seen constantly moving across its surface.

Those eyes that had always been narrowed into slits were now fully open.

There was not a trace of white in their sockets. They were entirely, purely blood-red.

Those two pools of crimson sat embedded in that smiling chubby face, radiating a savage, irrational gleam.

The short, thick fleshy antenna atop his head had not grown longer or sharper, but the six vents at its tip were violently spewing thick, pungent black smoke.

"Ultimate Buu."

Krillin sat sprawled atop a distant stone platform, propping up his chin with his right hand as he offered an impartial assessment.

"This look is incredible. The most harmless face, wrapped in the most villainous skin. The contrast is off the