With the Grand Priest's departure, the World of Void once again fell into silence.
The surroundings were quiet—
but the hearts of Quitela and the others were anything but calm.
"After tens of millions of years, this is all the progress you've made.
To be honest… I'm very disappointed in you."
The Grand Priest's words echoed endlessly in their minds.
The feeling was no different from a superior coldly telling subordinates that they had utterly failed expectations.
At that mont, the faces of the Gods of Destruction were filled with humiliation, resentnt… and unwillingness.
They lifted their heads once more, casting their gazes toward the two brothers—Beerus and Champa.
Damn it…
Just how had these two improved so much?
"Why are you all staring at ?"
Beerus shook his fist lazily.
"Keep staring and I'll keep beating you."
"That's right!"
Champa stood behind Beerus, riding on his montum.
"Keep looking and I'll have Beerus beat you to death!"
He could handle three Gods of Destruction at once—but unlike Beerus, he couldn't face all of them simultaneously.
Naturally, borrowing Beerus's prestige felt amazing.
The Gods of Destruction: "..."
The angels: "..."
This fat bastard was getting a little too arrogant.
Champa noticed their expressions, but he didn't care.
Only now did he realize how good it felt to have a supre powerhouse backing you up.
If I'd known earlier, I wouldn't have opposed Beerus at all.
"Don't get so cocky—"
Liquiir the fox had just opened his mouth—
"I can press all of you into the dirt," Beerus interrupted disdainfully.
"So why can't I be cocky?"
He sneered.
"With mouths this tough, anyone would think we were the ones getting tortured just now."
"You!"
Liquiir burned with sha and rage.
Beerus's words dragged him straight back to the mory of being tortured by the Ninth-Tier Destruction Rule.
That sensation was engraved into his soul.
The mont he recalled it, fear surged uncontrollably within him.
Quitela stepped forward, his face as pale as ever.
"The battle ended the mont the Grand Priest left," he said coldly.
"Liquiir, what are you afraid of? Do you really think Beerus can still attack us?"
In truth, ever since the battle ended, Quitela himself felt a physiological fear toward Beerus.
It wasn't just the natural predator–prey suppression between cat and mouse—
It was Beerus's overwhelming power.
Seventh-tier peak pure power of the Divine Realm.
Ninth-tier Destruction Rules.
Freely switching into Ultra Instinct.
So this…
was Beerus's true strength.
Facing such power, Quitela felt as though he were staring up at an unscalable mountain.
Despite the fear, he didn't truly believe Beerus would dare kill him.
After all, Grand Zeno had decreed that Gods of Destruction were forbidden from fighting each other.
The earlier battle had only occurred because the Grand Priest permitted it.
Otherwise, they wouldn't even be allowed to throw a punch.
Which ant—
Once the Grand Priest left, Beerus no longer had the right to attack them.
Liquiir's eyes lit up.
He had nearly forgotten that detail.
"Hmph."
Liquiir clenched his teeth.
"You must've trained hard all these years to improve this much."
"I admit you're strong now—but don't think you'll always defeat !"
His words reached every angel's ears.
They all rolled their eyes.
Classic sore loser behavior.
Especially Whis.
No one understood Beerus better than him.
To outsiders, it might look like Beerus had struggled endlessly to reach this level.
But Whis wanted to say—
You know nothing about Beerus's talent.
After becoming a qualified God of Destruction, Beerus had barely trained at all.
He ate.
He slept.
Training or exercise?
Impossible.
At most, every few thousand—or tens of thousands—of years, he'd casually destroy a batch of planets.
"Tch. A bunch of losers who can't accept defeat."
Beerus suddenly found it all boring.
They had lost—yet their mouths were still this hard.
If the Grand Priest hadn't forbidden lethal force, he would've killed these wastes long ago.
"We can't accept defeat?"
Belmod stepped forward, sneering.
"I admit we lost to you."
"But don't forget—five years from now, all twelve universes will fight again."
"When that ti cos, if your candidate loses, you'd better not act like a sore loser."
Those words reminded all the Gods of Destruction of what the Grand Priest had said before leaving.
The Candidate God of Destruction Grand lee is approaching. Conduct yourselves properly.
Yes.
They had lost to Beerus.
Twice.
It was humiliating.
And infuriating.
But if they couldn't defeat Beerus—
They could let their candidates defeat his candidate.
That…
Barely counted as a victory over Beerus.
At that thought, the Gods of Destruction grew excited.
Giin the sea monster said coldly,
"Wait and see, Beerus. My candidate will definitely defeat yours."
Heles sneered.
"Just hope your candidate isn't too weak. Getting eliminated first would be hilarious."
Threats flew back and forth.
"Pathetic."
Beerus was thoroughly bored.
Just as he was about to drive them away and rebuild the arena—
Suddenly
Belmod stepped forward and called out to him.
Beerus said impatiently,
"Spit it out."
"I'll be honest with you," Belmod's voice lowered.
"The pure power of my universe's candidate… is even stronger than mine."
The air froze.
Pure power stronger than a God of Destruction?
The Gods of Destruction felt their hearts sink.
So the rumors were true.
Universe Eleven really did have a monster beyond the level of a God of Destruction.
"..."
Beerus fell silent.
Even he hadn't expected such a being.
"What? Scared now?"
Belmod burst into laughter.
"Your pure power is only at early fourth-tier Divine Realm. That ans your candidate is probably mid–fourth tier at best."
Beerus narrowed his eyes calmly.
"For a candidate God of Destruction… that is impressive."
Belmod's smile widened.
"But—"
Beerus curled his lips.
"In front of my candidate, he'll only be fit to eat shit."
"You!"
Veins bulged on Belmod's forehead.
"Good. I hope you're still this tough-mouthed when the ti cos."
"Then wait and see."
Beerus snorted.
My Gran is invincible.
"All of you—get lost."
Ninth-tier Destruction energy erupted from Beerus.
"I'm rebuilding the arena. Keep annoying and I'll beat you to death."
The Gods of Destruction shuddered.
The torture from monts ago replayed vividly in their minds.
Yes, Grand Zeno's decree ant Beerus wouldn't kill them—
But beating them half to death?
Especially here in the World of Void?
Grand Zeno might not interfere at all.
They fled imdiately.
"Quitela!"
Beerus suddenly shouted.
"Say it."
Quitela turned back coldly.
"You had soone ambush my candidate earlier," Beerus said.
"Because of Grand Zeno's order, I can't touch you."
"But—"
"My candidate isn't a God of Destruction."
"Wait for his revenge."
Beerus erupted with seventh-tier peak pure power and ninth-tier Destruction Rules.
Quitela's expression changed instantly.
He and the others fled the World of Void at full speed.
Outside the World of Void
A silver-colored extradinsional space slowly recovered after the great battle.
The Gods of Destruction and angels hovered in silence.
Everyone was thinking about Beerus's words.
Even the angels.
Liquiir frowned.
"Could Beerus's candidate really be that terrifying?"
Belmod looked at Quitela.
"You sent soone to assassinate his candidate earlier. What happened?"
All eyes turned toward Quitela.
"..."
Quitela's pale face darkened.
"He's dead," Quitela said coldly.
"The one I sent had third-tier Divine Realm power."
"He died at the hands of Beerus's candidate."
Shock rippled through the group.
The angels narrowed their eyes.
Kusu knew Gran.
Back when Whis and Vados fought in the World of Void, Gran had been only nine years old.
And now…
This growth was terrifying.
Truly worthy of soone with 'Transcendence' potential.
"Well," Quitela said coldly, turning away,
"Rather than guessing others' candidates, train your own."
He left.
Beerus—wait until our universe's ancient creature regains its power.
Your candidate will not survive.
Cognac followed him.
"Dragged here just to get beaten up. What a miserable day."
Iwan spat and left as well.
Soon, only Kusu and Rumsshi remained.
Rumsshi sighed.
"I keep thinking about why those two brothers are so strong."
Kusu was silent.
"Didn't you say Universe Seven has an exceptional child?" Rumsshi asked.
"Yes," Kusu nodded.
"When Vados and Whis fought in the World of Void ten years ago, I saw him."
"He was only nine… and he had already comprehended Ultra Instinct."
Rumsshi closed his eyes.
Nine years old.
Ultra Instinct.
Another candidate like Beerus.
No wonder Quitela failed.
Losing to such a monster was inevitable.
Grand Zeno's Palace
The Grand Priest returned and entered the palace.
On the throne sat Grand Zeno, playing a matching ga.
"Oooh~ you're back!"
"How's the arena?"
"It was built," the Grand Priest smiled,
"but it was destroyed again."
"Eh?"
The Grand Priest replayed the events.
"Waaah~!"
"Beerus and Champa are amazing!"
Grand Zeno clapped excitedly.
"They're impressive," the Grand Priest agreed.
"But the Gods of Destruction fighting is ssy," Zeno pouted.
"It's not that fun to watch~"
His eyes sparkled.
"I'm more looking forward to the Candidate God of Destruction Battle~!"
The Grand Priest nodded.
"It's soon."
"Only five years remain."
END OF CHAPTER
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