Rudra's body flickered into existence with the familiar rush of his Instantaneous Technique. He expected the crisp blue sky of Earth, the scent of its air, and the subtle hum of life energy he'd grown to recognize.
But when his vision cleared—he froze.
"W-What…? This isn't Earth!"
The world around him was alien yet strangely serene. A gigantic tree stretched endlessly into the sky, its trunk wide enough to dwarf entire mountains. Houses and ornate structures were built along its branches, gleaming like jewels. The sky shimmered green and blue, and multiple moons hung above, casting ghostly light across the land.
Rudra's brows furrowed.
"Where… where am I?"
Before he could even attempt to sense life energy, a presence approached. A tall, graceful figure appeared, gliding as if walking on air. His long white-grey hair flowed effortlessly, a staff glowing faintly in his hand. His attire gleamed in angelic hues of blue and white.
Rudra's eyes widened in shock.
"That staff… that aura… No way…!"
It was none other than Whis, attendant and guide to Lord Beerus—the God of Destruction.
Rudra's heartbeat quickened. His mind raced.
(This is bad! Whis doesn't even know about Earth yet—not for years! If he senses I'm connected to something beyond his knowledge… my entire existence could be erased on the spot!)
Whis smiled faintly, tilting his head. His voice carried a whimsical, almost playful tone.
"Hohoho… Forgive the interruption, young one. But I've had my eyes on you for quite some time. And I must say—your power is… rather fascinating."
Rudra stiffened.
(No… don't tell me… does he know about the Dark Dimension? Did he sense my link to Zalama?)
Whis tapped his staff lightly against his shoulder, continuing in his sing-song voice.
"This energy of yours—it is unlike Ki, unlike God Ki. It feels… otherworldly. Something even a mortal body should never wield. And yet… here you are. To see such precision and control… oh, it has certainly captured my curiosity."
Relief washed through Rudra's chest, though only slightly.
(So… he hasn't uncovered the full truth. Not yet. He only sees it as something rare. Still, I can't let him probe deeper…)
But as he tried to compose himself, Rudra suddenly sensed the planet's aura itself—the vast, suffocating Nature Energy that clung to this realm. It was destructive yet calm, annihilating yet pure. He recognized it instantly.
(This… this is Beerus' aura…! No wonder it feels so overwhelming. This isn't just some place in the cosmos… This is the realm of a God of Destruction.)
Whis raised a brow, his smile fading into something sharper.
"Well now. Tell me, young one. Where exactly do you hail from? For in all twelve universes, I have never once encountered a mortal who possessed such a power."
The words hit Rudra like thunder.
"W-What…? You mean… there's no one else? No being, no god, no angel… who carries this same power?"
Whis's gaze softened with amusement.
"None. Which makes you… rather special."
Rudra's thoughts reeled.
(Then it's true… Zalama wasn't exaggerating. The chakra he gave me—it's unique. Not just on Earth. Not just in this universe. But in the entire multiverse!)
A smile crept onto his lips, but he quickly masked it with feigned nervousness.
"Uh… I-I think you're mistaken. I don't know who you are, or what you're talking about."
Whis chuckled, but his eyes grew dangerously serious.
"Oh, don't play with me, dear boy. I've been watching you. I know exactly what you've done."
With a light tap of his staff against the ground, the air rippled. A projection burst forth—clearer than reality itself.
It displayed, in perfect detail, Rudra's battle against the Ginyu Force. His blows, his techniques, the destruction of Frieza's headquarters—all of it replayed in crystal clarity, as though the universe itself had been recording.
Rudra's jaw dropped.
"H-How…?"
Whis pointed at the scene, smiling like a teacher catching a student cheating.
"You see? Even when your scouter registered a mere power level of five thousand, you wiped out an elite force and a heavily fortified base with… hardly any effort. Curious, isn't it? Even you didn't notice how little of your strength was actually required. Now… why is that?"
Rudra's chest tightened. He swallowed hard.
(Wait… Could it be…? Did I unconsciously tap into something beyond my chakra? That destructive energy I felt… No. No, that couldn't be…)
For the briefest moment, his mind flashed back. He remembered the sensation—something raw, devastating, like holding a blade made to cut existence itself.
(Was that… the Power of Destruction? Did I accidentally tap into Beerus's domain without realizing?)
Whis leaned closer, his smile gone, his tone now as sharp as his staff.
"So tell me—who are you really? Where did you come from? And most importantly… how do you wield a force that even gods cannot?"
Rudra's heart pounded. He knew. Lying was pointless. Angels could sense truth and falsehood as easily as breathing. One wrong word, one poorly chosen phrase, and Whis would strike him down—or worse, erase him entirely from existence.
His palms clenched, trembling. His thoughts spiraled.
(If I reveal everything, I might end up dragged into the affairs of gods long before my time. If I lie, I'll be caught instantly. There's no escape…)
Finally, he exhaled deeply, steadying his breath. His voice came out low but firm.
"Fine… I'll tell you everything."
The silence that followed was suffocating. The winds around the tree ceased. Even the moons seemed to dim.
Whis straightened, eyes glimmering. His voice was calm again, but commanding.
"Good. Then speak, Rudra. I am listening."
Rudra stared at the angel, sweat dripping down his temple. He knew this was it—his most dangerous conversation yet.
And he began to speak.
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To be continued.....