The what if it made was a scenario where goku black betrays zamasu and he had a new goal that was to eraze the mortals and make new mortals that would be better then us in everyway
Here is the entire what if story
Goku Black’s Betrayal and New Vision
The shattered remains of their ruined world stretched across the horizon, the silence broken only by the crackling energy of Goku Black’s scythe. Zamasu stood nearby, radiating divine fury, as if sensing the shift in Black’s intentions.
"Black," Zamasu growled, his tone sharp with suspicion. "Our mission is clear—to eradicate mortals and cleanse this universe of their corruption. Why do you hesitate?"
Black’s smirk widened, but his gaze was cold, calculating. "You’ve misunderstood me, Zamasu. I no longer wish to destroy mortals… not entirely."
Zamasu’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising. "What nonsense is this? They are flawed! Wicked! Beyond redemption!"
Black spun his scythe, the air around it humming with malice. "They are flawed because we allowed them to be. If they cannot evolve, then it’s not their fault—it’s ours. Mortals… they were wasted potential. But under my guidance, I could create something better—stronger, purer."
Zamasu’s fury erupted as his aura flared. "You dare to suggest replacing our divine justice with their pitiful existence? You were meant to destroy, not to play god with creation!"
Black laughed, his tone dripping with mockery. "Play god? Oh, Zamasu, I am a god. And I’ve grown tired of your self-righteous drivel. You cling to destruction because you lack the imagination for creation."
Zamasu raised his hand, summoning divine energy. "You’ve lost your way, Black. If you won’t uphold our mission, then you’ve become no better than the mortals we swore to eliminate!"
Black’s energy surged, his scythe glowing with dark, corrupted power. "No, Zamasu. I’ve transcended our mission. Your vision was too narrow, too simple. I will forge a new race of mortals, beings who will embody strength, discipline, and perfection—a reflection of me."
Zamasu lunged, but Black was faster. With a devastating slash, Black’s scythe tore through Zamasu’s chest, severing his divine form. Though Zamasu’s immortality allowed him to regenerate, Black’s relentless attacks began to unravel even his divine essence.
"You were useful, Zamasu," Black said coldly, "but your ideals have become a cage. My new mortals will be my legacy—and they will inherit a universe free of your hypocrisy."
As Zamasu’s form dissolved into the ether, Black stood alone under the blood-red sky, his scythe resting on his shoulder. He gazed into the void, his smirk returning.
"I will create life—not in their image, but in mine. And this time, there will be no room for weakness."
I did not make this. this was generated by chatgpt. rate the story 1/10 i just want to know what you guys think of the story. ima say 5/10