The countdown to the Candidate God of Destruction Battle drew ever closer.
Two years remaining.
One year remaining.
…
One month remaining.
Universe 11
A suffocating tension blanketed the entire universe.
Three figures stood before the God of Destruction's palace.
A clown.
A twin-tailed girl holding a staff.
And a burly, white-bearded man clad in a red, form-fitting outfit.
By the lakeside not far away stood another man, also dressed in red.
His head was smooth and round, his eyes pitch-black, his skin pale…
Every muscle on his body bulged with terrifying density, radiating overwhelming power.
"Lord Belmod," Toppo asked anxiously as he looked toward the figure ditating by the lake.
"The battle is only a month away. Why hasn't Jiren woken up yet?"
Belmod narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly.
"Relax. He's awake."
The mont his words fell—
Jiren's eyes snapped open.
A violent surge of ki erupted from his body.
BOOM!
Under the impact of that power, the entire God of Destruction Realm shattered into dust.
"S-So strong…!"
Toppo swallowed hard. "What kind of power is this?!"
"This is the initial stage of the Fifth Tier of the Divine Realm."
The angel Marcarita lightly waved her staff. Silver light swept across the land, instantly restoring the shattered realm.
She nodded in satisfaction.
"Jiren trained for over a thousand years inside the Ti Chamber. Advancing from the peak of the Fourth Tier to the Fifth is no small feat. His talent is indeed exceptional."
"Hahahaha!"
Belmod bared his teeth in laughter.
"The candidate God of Destruction of my Universe Eleven is more terrifying in raw power than an actual God of Destruction. Beerus—there's no way you're not losing this ti!"
As they spoke, Jiren slowly walked over from the lakeside.
"Lord Belmod. Miss Marcarita."
His voice was calm and steady. He gave Toppo a brief nod as well.
"What a pity," Belmod sighed.
"If you could've fully exhausted the Ti Chamber's remaining years, your growth might have been even greater."
Jiren wasn't an ordinary mortal.
His lifespan exceeded four thousand years.
But more than half of that had already passed.
Had he spent over two thousand years in the Ti Chamber, he would have died of old age.
"Lord Belmod," Marcarita shook her head gently,
"Even if Jiren had trained another thousand years, he wouldn't have broken through again."
At higher levels, each tier of power was like an insurmountable mountain.
The Gods of Destruction across the universes—weren't they all beings who had lived for hundreds of millions of years?
Yet most of them still lingered at the Fifth Tier of the Divine Realm.
It wasn't that their talent was lacking.
Rather, they simply lived too long.
Their desire for power had dulled. They preferred indulgence and comfort over relentless cultivation.
But recently—
After being defeated by Beerus yet again, even saints would snap.
Belmod and the other Gods of Destruction had finally resolved to train seriously once more—
All for the sake of soday defeating Beerus.
"Miss Marcarita is right," Jiren said evenly.
"No matter how much longer I train, I won't break through again."
Belmod nodded and didn't dwell on the topic.
"Then you're aware of the grudge between and Universe Seven, aren't you?"
"I am," Jiren replied. "So?"
"In this Candidate God of Destruction Battle, there will be no rcy."
Belmod's voice turned icy.
"I want you to kill Beerus's candidate."
His teeth clenched tightly.
The humiliation Beerus had inflicted upon him was unbearable.
He wanted Beerus to taste the agony of being punished by the Omni-King himself.
Marcarita glanced at Belmod, surprised by the depth of his hatred.
But when she recalled Beerus's thods in the World of Void…
She found it hard to bla him.
Toppo, however, froze.
Killing an innocent man violated everything the Pride Troopers stood for.
Surely Jiren would refuse.
And as expected—
"Lord Belmod," Jiren said, shaking his head,
"That contradicts my sense of justice. I refuse."
Belmod's expression darkened.
Yet Jiren's devotion to justice was absolute—
Threats would never work on him.
And worse, Belmod had no choice but to rely on Jiren.
"Fine!" Belmod snapped.
"If you insist on justice, I won't force you!"
His eyes shifted as he continued coldly:
"Then I want you to rcilessly tornt Universe Seven's candidate. You don't have to kill him. Surely you can agree to that."
Jiren opened his mouth to speak—
Belmod cut him off.
"Do you still want to find the one who murdered your master?"
Silence fell.
After a long mont, Jiren exhaled softly.
"…Very well. I agree."
Universe 4
"Damn it… there's no ti left!"
Quitela stood by the lake, his expression grim.
"Cognac—where is that ancient creature now?"
Cognac narrowed his eyes.
"Lord Quitela, you an Rait?"
"Yes."
"He's harvesting mortal fear across our universe."
With a wave of Cognac's staff, an image appeared in the air.
A wolf-shaped creature wreathed in black smoke rampaged across a planet.
His slaughter was unspeakably brutal.
Skinning. Dismbernt. Eye-gouging. Heart-ripping.
Only through such cruelty did Rait seem to feel joy—
Only then could he harvest humanity's fear.
"To dare poison my Universe Four…"
Quitela's face twisted with rage.
"After this battle ends, I'll destroy you myself!!!"
A violent purple surge exploded from his body.
BOOM— BOOM— BOOM!
Where the Eighth-Tier Destruction Law passed, all existence collapsed into starlight—
Even the God of Destruction Realm beneath his feet vanished.
Cognac raised his staff. Silver light flashed, and the realm was restored.
"Rait's power and life force are sustained by mortal fear," Cognac said solemnly.
"If he's left unchecked, humanity in Universe Four will be completely exterminated."
He sighed deeply.
"Lord Quitela… Rait has reached the standard for destruction."
For an angel to say such words was exceedingly rare.
After all—existence itself was reason enough to persist.
Even Moro had not been declared worthy of destruction by Whis.
Yet in just four years since his awakening, Rait had devastated tens of thousands of star systems.
Every galaxy he touched was wiped clean of humanity.
Universe Four's mortal index had even dropped by a decimal point.
Frankly speaking—
If Zamasu were here, he'd probably ask Rait to beco sworn brothers.
"I know he's crossed the line," Quitela growled, fists clenched.
"But I need him for the Candidate God of Destruction Battle… just one month from now!"
"Lord Quitela, you—"
"Cognac, say no more!"
Quitela's eyes burned.
"Once the battle ends, I will destroy him with my own hands!"
"…Sigh."
Cognac's quiet sigh echoed through Universe Four.
END OF CHAPTER
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