The Jinchuriki screamed, as their seal shattered. There demons were left behind, but a small portion of their power stayed within them. Bleeding into them... mutating them. Instead of host... they became half demons, proper Hanyou.
Harry's charges, woke in their beds, within the Jinchuriki Dojo... and looked... different.
Naruto screamed, as he now had a muzzle. He was covered in orange fur. With the appearance of a bipedal fox.
Storming out of his room. He looked for the man he trusted more then any other. "Harry!!!" the frightened boy called... just as his fellow, and former, Jinchuriki did the same, from their own rooms.
They all looked... different...
Sasuke was now covered in white scales, save for his raven hair... and his legs had been replaced by a large snake tail.
Sakura was... blue. While her eyes were pure white. With the symbol of a hydrogen atom, on her large forehead... Although she kept her Bubblegum pink hair, and slender build.
Gaara... was the best off. Although his ears had been turned into a raccoon dog's... and he had grown a long fluffy tail... Although Naruto's was still fluffier.
The children spared a second to stare at each other... then, as one, they screamed.
Apparently heard, Harry suddenly teleported into the hall, and looked around at the children.
"I... hadn't intended that..." He confessed. And the kids immediately remembered all the changes too their world... like how every country had been forcibly relocated to their own worlds... strangely, they didn't particularly care about that. But they cared a great deal about what they turned into.
Harry just calmly told them to lift up their shirts, just enough to expose their bellies... and proceeded to lightly touch their stomachs. Magically placing a Seal, without need of so much as Lyrium based paint. This seal, regardless, worked, and they were able to regain their human appearance.
Harry proceeded to spend the day, teaching them how to access their new seals, in order to shift between forms.
Kaguya raged, floating in the void of space, her brother beside her...
Doctor Manhattan was a ways ahead... sealing the black hole, that used to be the White Lantern Sector, and currently the sole entrance into their new reality. It started as the size of a star cluster, but was now the size of a single mountain... and shrinking fast.
Kaguya and Isshiki were trying to reach it. But the various demons were keeping them away from the portal.
Suddenly, the pair froze. Manhattan had left the portal. And was now holding them in place with a million copies of himself.
"The portal has shrunk enough that it is now collapsing in on itself." Manhattan warned his fellow demons. "Everyone through now. My clones will keep them distracted, until the last possible second."
With that the Demons all fled... Including Doctor Manhattan, seconds before the black hole completely sealed behind them. Leaving only empty space. Once the Portal closed, the Manhattan clones shimmered out of existence.
"Fascinating," Kaguya turned, to find... a cat. A scrawny, purple, humanoid cat, casually floated over to them. "It seems I'm too late." Said the cat. "But those demons were awful concerned with keeping you two out. I wonder..." the cat look thoughtful. More talking to himself then them.
Isshiki bowed, "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Beerus."
"Indeed," The cat yawned. "This must be quite thrilling for you."
Isshiki calmly, though cautiously, informed. "My Sister and I are unique manifestations. Where she holds power over life and death. Able to kill an army with a thought, and animate their corpses as her minions. I bend Time and Space, to effect luck."
"Why are you telling me this?" Beerus looked bored with the conversation.
"I have had visions of you." Explained the blind man. Whose power over space, was the only thing keeping his sister alive, in this void. "I'm aware your in the market... for an apprentice."
Beerus looked intrigued now. Never having met such a presumptuous mortal. It was quite refreshing, when compared to the cowering.
"You are the god of destruction. Our world has myths of your power," Isshiki explained. "A world that has just put itself on your hit list."
Beerus sneered, "I imagine you wish me to spare your world's new universe?"
"Not at all," Isshiki smiled. "I wish to be the one to destroy it."
Beerus eyes shot wide, "Truly?" Then slowly, he smiled. "I suppose you might make a worthy apprentice after all. How fortunate i stumbled on you."
"I do bend luck, my lord." Isshiki shrugged, almost teasingly.
Beerus grinned, "A useful skill, indeed." Looking over at the silent woman. "Can't she talk?"
"Not in space, my lord. She will learn," Isshiki assured.
Beerus grunted, unimpressed with the mortal's sister. "I only need one apprentice, but I don't mind you using her as your first horsemen. Though I expect you to choose your others with more care. Not just because you like them."
"Naturally, my lord." Isshiki bowed.
"Let's go, my apprentice. We have much to do, to get you up to snuff. Your race will soon know, the wrath of trying to outwit the God of Destruction."
"I look forward to it," Isshiki smiled, a far to casual grin. Void of malice or passion. Merely a passing infatuation with the thought of burning the people who scorned him. He would indeed be a worthy apprentice.
Harry's Flesh Clones explored the worlds, and stations. While he was relieved the God of destruction could not harm anyone... but no gods of creation, meant nothing new would be invented. Their technology and culture would now stagnate. Thanks to the muses, new art and stories would keep being told... but they would stay in the same styles and themes.
The Cosmic Force of Muses, was currently in the Divine layer of subspace, for their new reality, yelling at Harry's true self. All other such beings present. Most grateful to Harry, but many had concerns as well.
The Muses had worked closely with the gods of creation. And was certain art would soon grow repetitive. Harry was unmoved, as he could deal with media following a pattern, even being a tad boring as a result.
He never cared much for stories, given he wasn't exposed to any until much later in his life. If it meant millions would be spared, Harry found it a fair trade-off, losing something that didn't interest him.
However, The muses were acting as if this was a major travesty. That no new stories could be told. Just reboots, adaptations, and an infinite number of sequels and retcons. That sounded like plenty to work with, to Harry.
"Doesn't sound too bad to me," Harry shrugged. "Things have been going that way for years. You guys rarely created anything new to begin with."
The Muses raged.
Hades calmly pointed out, "What's done is done, let's try to make the best of it." Looking at the muses, "You can still inspire new ideas, within existing franchises. And artwork has always been open to interpretation. The styles might not change, but you still can move people with existing styles. Same for music and architecture."
Hades sighed, "Nothing can be done to reintroduce new concepts. This universe is going to stagnate. Shouting about it won't change that. It's too late to even introduce the idea of creation. But just as nothing new can be created. Nothing will be lost. Old styles won't be forgotten to time. All you inspire, will be remembered until eternity."
The muse grumbled, "So long as Beerus doesn't find us, and snuff out our entire universe."
"The Demons severed the link to our parent universe. Beerus has no way of finding us. And even if he did. Our universe doesn't have a concept of destruction. Not even vases can be broken here. He'd have a hard time destroying anything with our new domain."
"He can still kill everyone!" The Muse insisted.
"Not with our god of champions," Hades motioned at Harry, whom fidgeted. "Heroes shall appear in mass, and with the rituals Saitama wished for. All high ranking Shinobi, and White Lanterns, will be as strong as a god of destruction."
"What about all the junk that will pile up, thanks to nothing being destroyed!" The Muses demanded
Harry explained, "Thanks to the matter converters, all trash will be converted into raw matter, and changed into something else. That isn't, technically, destroying anything, merely changing it's form. The gods of change are still around, even if they are more limited.
"All mortals instinctively know how to cope, in this new universe. Don't worry, Shenron spent a few hours with me, helping me design my wish. To insure we could actually survive without new ideas, nor anything getting destroyed. Then near every Demon, shared their chakra with him. So he could actually create this world, and ascend into its Elder God. He's happily answering all the prayers he deems worthy. As a god of Wishes, he quite likes the new responsibility."
Shenron may be a demon, but he had been chosen as a god of wishes. Then bound to the 7 Dragon Balls, as genies are to their lamp. So now, Shenron was quite enjoying granting prayers, which were essentially more Domestic Wishes.
New Genies were chosen, whom would be Benevolent wish granters, for the more outrageous desires. As Elder God, Shenron was now bound by Physics and Luck, in granting wishes, so more genies were needed.
To appease the dragon, Harry had written into his wish, that each new world gained 42 genie lamps, whom couldn't change physics. However, they could permanently conjure near anything into existence, even people (for those that wanted unconditional love). They could resurrect any soul, so long as the soul wanted to return to the mortal world. Even grant immortality, or endless wealth.
With each of these Genies, granting only 3 wishes, for a person's entire life. If they wanted more wishes, they had to find a different Genie. But they could potentially use every lamp, of every world.
With the Lamp returning to its personal temple, once the 3 Wishes were granted. While the Genies were connected to their lamp. They were more gateways into a blissful layer of Subspace, where all Genies lived together, in a state of permanent joy. Working more like the Dragon Balls, then a prison.
Once the Muses grumpily left, Harry enjoyed another game of chess with his former Sensei. Whom kept praising Harry for finding a way to out smart the god of destruction.
As Hades moved a pawn, he said, "Without gods of creation, no new worlds will form, so we will never need to choose more gods. That's fortunate, as I was always horrible at that part of the job. Few of my Apprentices worked out... not even you.
"You really did make a terrible death god," Hades smiled. "But as a Champion deity?
"You had the dragon choose a pantheon of gods, for every world. Choosing those best suited to the roles, and gave them the powers, and an instinctive knowledge of how to fulfill their duty. Perfectly understanding their roles.
"Even let the dragon choose his own Pantheon of Cosmic entities, to represent the physical manifestations of forces that govern the universe. Bet you weren't expecting him to make you the Cosmic force of Champions."
Harry scowled, using a Knight to take Hades' Pawn... only to lose his queen.
"Just remember, I'm proud of you... no matter what happens, remember that."
"You think Beerus will find us?" Harry asked.
"I honestly don't know, but if he does, your champions give us a fighting chance. None may be as Powerful as Beerus but together... together we just may be able to defeat him."