"Mhm." Grand Zeno, who had barely spoken until now, suddenly opened his mouth. "You all have to use your full power in the tournament. That would make it fun."
No one dared disobey an order from the supreme being.
Even though their hearts were full of doubt, the nine Gods of Destruction still answered in unison.
"As you command, Grand Zeno!"
Champa, who had been watching the show from the side, noticed Grand Zeno's gaze sweep over him and immediately straightened up as well.
"I'll do the same. I'll go all out too!"
Seeing that, Levos did not delay any longer.
He raised a hand slightly, and a soft glow once again enveloped the damaged mascot costume, restoring it to perfect condition.
Grand Zeno put the headpiece back on and once more disguised himself as the vacant-looking Mr. Monaka.
Everything was ready.
The barrier surrounding them quietly dispersed.
Outside, everyone's eyes had long since been fixed on this spot.
They had spent all this time guessing what had happened inside the barrier. They had imagined countless possibilities, but not a single one matched what they were seeing now.
When the barrier vanished and nine new Gods of Destruction appeared before them, the entire viewing platform fell into dead silence.
Something earth-shattering really had happened inside that barrier.
"T-that is..."
Shock and disbelief were written all over their faces.
Hit's brows drew tight, and cold sweat slid down from his temples.
"Champa being here is one thing, but why are the other nine Gods of Destruction here too?"
"How is that possible? Aside from Lord Beerus and Lord Rumsshi, Gods of Destruction from the other universes have actually all gathered here?"
Some were terrified. Some were excited. But some looked on with utter disdain.
"So what if they're Gods of Destruction? In this tournament, the ones drawing the most attention definitely won't be them..."
This tournament, which had already seemed packed with top-tier fighters, had now been elevated to an unprecedented level.
A tournament with ten Gods of Destruction participating.
At this point, it could hardly be called a mere game anymore. It looked more like a rehearsal for something on the scale of the future Tournament of Power.
Faced with this sudden development, Full Metal Cell Max did not panic in the slightest. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved upward.
"How interesting."
Then, exactly as everyone expected, the next unbelievable scene unfolded.
The Gods of Destruction all took the initiative to sign up.
In that nearly frozen atmosphere, Quitela, the God of Destruction of Universe 4, stepped forward first.
"We will also participate in this game."
"Let you mortals witness the power of gods," the clown-like God of Destruction of Universe 11, Belmod, said with a cold laugh.
Heles of Universe 2 brushed back her hair and struck what she believed was her most beautiful pose.
"In order to display the supreme beauty and love of the universe, I too shall step onto the stage before you mortal participants."
Champa also wanted to get things over with quickly so he could go enjoy himself afterward, and immediately started shouting for his name to be added to the list.
Ten Gods of Destruction.
As if he had anticipated this from the beginning, Full Metal Cell Max simply responded:
"As host and referee, I approve the participation requests of the ten Gods of Destruction."
The words alone represented the peak of cosmic order, a gathering of power beyond anything mortals could imagine.
And now, they were entering a tournament as "contestants."
"You've got to be kidding me..."
Cabba swallowed hard, feeling his legs go soft.
Hit kept both hands in his pockets, but every muscle in his body had already tensed. From those ten figures, he could feel pure, undisguised pressure radiating outward. Every single one of them far surpassed him.
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Frieza's laughter grew more and more excited.
Cooler remained silent, but his gaze was grave.
So what if they were Gods of Destruction?
He gave a cold snort inwardly.
Goku, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.
"This is amazing... seriously amazing!"
His body trembled slightly from excitement. His battle spirit was boiling over.
"I actually get to fight Gods of Destruction! This is exactly the kind of thing I've always wanted!"
Time Patrol Vegito's eyes sharpened.
Bejita was openly defiant.
"So what if they're Gods of Destruction? Sooner or later, I'm going to stomp every last one of them beneath my feet!"
...
What no one noticed was that, in a stretch of empty void unimaginably far from the Kaioshin Realm, two figures were quietly floating there, watching everything happening in the arena with great interest.
"What an amusing game."
Towa wore a playful smile on her lips.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through space itself, sweeping across Levos, the ten Gods of Destruction, Broly, Cumber, Fu, and the rest, before finally settling on the small figure disguised as Monaka.
"So even Grand Zeno has been brought here? Levos... you really do know how to surprise me."
Beside her, Mira was equally interested in everything unfolding below.
"Towa, let me enter the tournament. I'll show them the power of the Demon Realm."
"No. I have a more suitable candidate."
Towa's gaze returned to Levos.
"This is a perfect testing ground. So many strong fighters gathered in one place. Powerful warriors from different timelines, all converging here. For me, it's also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to collect battle data and perfect your power."
Mira's eyes burned with battle intent.
"Even without that battle data, I could still defeat them..."
"No, you're too confident. Our plan must leave no room for error."
Towa raised a slender finger and lightly tapped the void.
"Now then, it's time for those people from that timeline to make their entrance."
The moment she finished speaking, the space before them distorted, and a bottomless black crack tore open.
Mira looked at the fissure and felt the coordinates of a particular timeline pouring out from within.
"Go. Let me see what kind of storm the purest Saiyans can stir up on this stage."
Back at the Kaioshin Realm arena, everyone was still trying to digest the shock of ten Gods of Destruction entering the tournament.
Then suddenly, a strange sensation seized everyone's attention.
The sky split open.
A jagged, pitch-black crack appeared high above the heavens of the Supreme Kai World.
"What is that?!"
"Is someone else here to stir up trouble?!"
The Gods of Destruction became alert at once. They could all sense extremely powerful presences coming from within.
Belmod let out a cold laugh.
"To toy with time and space right in front of us. How reckless."
Before anyone could react, a massive, sinister-looking spaceship slowly emerged from the black crack.
Its hull was dark red, covered in rough, savage lines of metal.
Boom!
The ship did not slow down at all. It slammed onto the open ground beside the viewing platform with brutal force.
The earth trembled violently. The metallic surface below was crushed into a huge depression, and countless cracks spread outward in every direction.
That kind of entrance was provocation in its purest form.
All eyes turned to the ship.
Creak.
With the harsh scream of metal grinding against metal, the hatch slowly lowered, scattering sparks as it struck the ground.
One figure after another stepped out from the darkness of the cabin, walking against the light.
The leader wore Saiyan battle armor with a cape. His arms were folded across his chest, and his posture was haughty.
A crimson cape fluttered sharply in the breeze of the Kaioshin Realm.
But what drew the most attention was the man at the very front.
Even though he had a small moustache on his upper lip, most people recognized him at a glance.
"Vegeta?!"
At his sides stood several other familiar figures, all sporting the same kind of moustache as Vegeta.
Goku, Trunks, Gohan, and Broly stood in formation around him, respectfully flanking him in the center.
Unlike the extravagant scarlet capes worn by the others, Vegeta's own cape was wild and plain, nothing more than a simple piece of purple fur.
But when everyone focused their eyes on it, they realized that the leather-like mantle seemed to have a shriveled cat-like face on it.
It looked exactly like...
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