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A cosmic traversal cube sped rapidly through the void, its destination—the World of Nothingness.
Beerus stood inside the cube, holding Little Broly up in front of him.
"Broly, remember this," Beerus said. "If anyone asks who you are later, you say you're the Candidate God of Destruction of Universe Seven."
"Huh? Then what about Brother Gran?"
Being lifted by the back of his neck, Little Broly swung back and forth in midair like a pendulum, the sight unintentionally comical.
"Stop messing around."
Beerus knocked him lightly on the head. Little Broly immediately stopped swinging.
"You don't need to worry about Gran. And don't mention him to anyone. All you need to do now is pretend to be Universe Seven's candidate God of Destruction."
Beerus asked again, "Did you hear me?"
"Mm."
Little Broly nodded vigorously. His eyes shifted—and in an instant, his gaze changed, turning cold, aloof, and indifferent…
At that moment, he looked like a completely different person—far more like a candidate God of Destruction who looked down upon all living beings.
Beerus and Whis exchanged glances, the corners of their mouths twitching.
Back when Gran had first brought this kid back, he'd been nothing more than a clueless blockhead. Who would've thought that in just a few years, his personality would change this much?
"Very good!"
Beerus nodded in satisfaction and placed Little Broly back onto the cube. With a wave of his hand, he ordered, "Whis, speed up!"
Whoosh!
The cosmic traversal cube accelerated once more.
Not long after
The cube entered a vast expanse of absolute nothingness. There was no matter here at all—only pure "nothing."
This was the very World of Nothingness, where Beerus and Champa, along with Whis and Vados, had once battled.
Returning here now, Beerus was stunned by the drastic changes.
A massive arena had appeared within the World of Nothingness—so enormous it rivaled an entire planet in size.
Glaciers, deserts, forests, magma, oceans…
The terrain atop the arena was astonishingly complex.
Seeing this, Beerus and Whis immediately understood.
This arena was built for combat.
To have such a battlefield prepared so many years in advance—an oppressive sense of tension welled up instinctively.
Beerus swallowed hard. "Whis… this arena was personally constructed by the Grand Priest, wasn't it?"
Whis pondered briefly, then nodded. "Normally, Father would have angels like us handle this sort of work."
"But the moment I arrived, this arena was already here. That makes it clear—this was built by Father himself."
Their gazes met, and both saw shock reflected in the other's eyes.
Good grief… was this battle really going to be this grand?
Still…
If the arena was already complete, why had the Grand Priest summoned them here?
After a brief silence, Whis pointed toward a flat area below the arena. "Everyone has arrived. Let's go down."
Below, the other eleven Gods of Destruction stood alongside their respective angels. At the very front stood the Grand Priest.
Beerus glanced down and realized—he was the last to arrive.
"Let's go."
Holding Little Broly, Beerus leapt out of the traversal cube, flying toward the Grand Priest.
After storing the cube away, Whis followed closely behind.
When Beerus arrived before the assembled gods—
"Well, if it isn't Beerus."
A voice rang out from among the Gods of Destruction. It was Quitela, his complexion as pale as ever.
Quitela sneered. "Arriving this late and making the Grand Priest and all of us wait—must be nice, Your Highness."
Belmod couldn't resist joining in mockery. "Exactly. No need to think hard—our dear lord must've been sleeping in again."
As soon as the words fell, the Gods of Destruction burst into laughter—even Champa was no exception.
Amid the chorus of ridicule, Beerus showed no reaction at all.
This puzzled Whis.
Why was his God of Destruction being so uncharacteristically well-behaved today?
Just as Whis was wondering—
Beerus suddenly stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the Grand Priest, then turned to face Quitela and the others.
"Calling me 'Your Highness'?"
"Whether I'm late or not is for the Grand Priest to decide. He hasn't even spoken yet, and you're already rushing to pass judgment."
"Anyone who didn't know better might think you were the ones in charge!"
The moment Beerus finished speaking—
Quitela broke out in cold sweat.
Belmod's face turned deathly pale.
Iwan began trembling uncontrollably…
The World of Nothingness fell into dead silence once more.
"Grand Priest, that's not what we meant! Beerus is the one spouting nonsense!" Quitela collapsed to the ground, shivering.
"Y-Yes! We had no such intention—Beerus was the one being disrespectful, daring to delay your summons…"
Belmod and the others hurriedly dropped to their knees as well.
Seeing this, Beerus's grin stretched wider and wider.
Serves you right for mocking me.
Whis covered his mouth, chuckling softly. Now this was the Beerus he knew.
Meanwhile, the angels watching their own Gods of Destruction humiliate themselves were utterly speechless.
Losing fights was one thing—but losing even a battle of words?
Pathetic.
"Enough. Stand up."
The Grand Priest cast a glance at the incompetent Gods of Destruction before turning his gaze to Beerus…
…and the small figure beside him.
"And this one is?" the Grand Priest asked, narrowing his eyes, feigning ignorance.
Relieved, the Gods of Destruction stood up.
Still, seeing that Beerus wasn't punished for being late left them feeling furious, stifled, and helpless.
He arrived late—so why isn't he being punished?!
No matter how aggrieved they felt, none of them dared voice it.
"Him?"
Beerus lifted Little Broly again, flashing a toothy grin. "His name's Broly. He's the Candidate God of Destruction of Universe Seven."
The Grand Priest's mouth twitched slightly.
This guy was definitely up to something again.
Sure enough, the moment Beerus said that, every God of Destruction turned their gaze toward Little Broly.
Even the angels—including Cognac—were no exception.
After all, Beerus's strength was universally acknowledged. Naturally, they were curious what kind of disciple the strongest God of Destruction had chosen.
And the moment they looked—
They were stunned.
Not because Little Broly was powerful—
But because he was far too weak.
Measured in battle power, Little Broly was only at 40 million.
That level of strength was garbage—not just among candidate Gods of Destruction, but even among mortals!
"Hahahaha!!"
Quitela, the God of Destruction of Universe Four, burst into laughter. "Beerus, is your Universe Seven so devoid of talent that you'd choose trash like this as a candidate?"
Belmod of Universe Eleven laughed until tears nearly came out. "You actually like this kind of garbage? If Universe Seven's really that desperate, I could lend you one of my candidates for this grand melee!"
Liquiir of Universe Eight laughed so hard he was gasping for air. "If you really send trash like this onto the battlefield, I guarantee he wouldn't even survive a single sneeze from my candidate!"
...
Laughter echoed endlessly throughout the World of Nothingness.
Beerus's lips curved slightly.
Just as he'd expected.
This was exactly the reaction he wanted.
He scanned the crowd again. Aside from Champa, who wasn't laughing—
No, wait.
Rumsshi, the God of Destruction of Universe Ten, wasn't laughing either.
Beerus quickly recalled the battle he'd once had with Champa—Kusu had been present back then.
So Rumsshi probably knew something.
Just then—
"Esteemed Gods of Destruction, please don't laugh just yet."
A calm voice rang out.
"It would be wise to take a closer look at this child's talent."
It was Kusu, stepping forward.
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