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Super Dragon Ball Heroes World Mission AI Sealas' Ambitions

This is something I made for fun using SUNO AI. Series made by: Akira Toriyana (RIP) Original Composers:Yūya Mori, Kenji Yamamoto, Takayoshi Tanimoto and Miura Jam ---- I studied history like a crime scene, Fingerprints burned into time, Every era repeating the damage And daring me to call it “fine.” They praise survival as virtue, Call endurance the ultimate good, But tell me—if pain keeps winning, Why defend the way things stood? They built legends out of accidents, Out of power that learned to scream, They crowned the strongest as righteous And mistook destruction for a dream. I watched timelines choke on heroes Who arrived one tragedy too late, And they still call this justice Just because it’s “fate.” I don’t hate the past. I understand it. That’s the difference you refuse to see. Compassion without correction Is just cruelty with better PR. So yes, I rewrite what failed, Yes, I erase what shouldn’t persist, If a future is built on suffering, Then the future doesn’t deserve to exist. They say I play god like it’s an insult, Like gods haven’t done worse unchecked, I’m not divine—I’m deliberate, Every change careful, precise, exact. Justice isn’t loud or flashy, It doesn’t shout before it strikes, It adjusts the variables quietly Until the outcome finally looks right. Heroes cling to chaos like tradition, Like struggle gives life its worth, They worship the climb, not the summit, And wonder why the fall still hurts. They’d rather lose a thousand worlds Than admit the system’s flawed, Call suffering “necessary,” Then kneel and thank the odds. But I refuse to call pain sacred, Refuse to bow to endless war, If strength creates only ruin, Then strength shouldn’t rule anymore. I will take the crown from power, Strip the myth from violent kings, Rewrite the moments you call “iconic” Until they mean better things. You accuse me of tyranny, Because I choose an outcome at all, But what do you call a universe That lets the innocent fall? Is that freedom? Is that balance? Or just neglect dressed up as law? I won’t pretend randomness is holy Just because you’re used to the flaw. I’ve seen timelines where mercy worked, Where restraint wasn’t weakness or shame, And I’ve seen worlds worship carnage And still expect a different endgame. History doesn’t learn on its own, It needs a hand on the pen, And if I have to be the villain So the universe survives, then— So be it. I don’t need your approval, Your legends, your cheers, your trust, Justice doesn’t ask permission When correction is a must. I will prune what grows malignant, I will seal what cannot be saved, And when the dust clears from perfection, You’ll thank me for the lives you never had to brave. Call me cold. Call me cruel. Call me afraid of your fire. But I’ve measured your “hope” in casualties And found it consistently dire. If rewriting history offends you, Ask yourself why it resists, Because truth that fears revision Is usually built on a lie that persists. I am not ending the story. I am editing it. I am justice without nostalgia, Good without the romance of grit. And when the universe finally rests— No screams, no gods drunk on might— You’ll live in the peace you called impossible And curse me for being right.