The World of Void
Boom!
A streak of seven-colored light pierced into the endless emptiness.
The moment it arrived, the World of Void trembled violently.
The first to arrive—
Universe Nine.
"Lord Sidra, is this the legendary World of Void?"
A blue wolf hovered in the emptiness, a red scarf wrapped around his neck.
Beside him stood two other wolves—one yellow, one red.
If Gran were present, he would immediately recognize them.
Bergamo.
Lavender.
Basil.
The trio known as the Danger Trio.
"Yes. This is the World of Void."
God of Destruction Sidra swept his gaze around and quickly realized—
Universe Nine had arrived first.
"Lord Sidra, with Bergamo here—and after granting him another thousand years of training inside the Time Chamber—we should be able to win this entire tournament, shouldn't we?!"
Supreme Kai Roh's eyes flashed with arrogance.
"Win it all?"
The dwarf-like Sidra glanced at Bergamo.
After an additional thousand years in the Time Chamber, Bergamo's pure power had reached the Fourth Tier.
He had even comprehended Destruction energy.
At this rate, he was nearly catching up to Sidra himself.
Sidra nodded confidently.
"I've heard that Universe Eleven's candidate may even surpass their God of Destruction. As long as we avoid confronting Universe Eleven directly, we should be able to secure second place."
"Hahaha! Then I'm relieved!"
Roh laughed arrogantly.
His laughter echoed across the vast emptiness.
Angel Mohito merely shook his head.
An arrogant and ignorant Supreme Kai.
A hesitant and weak God of Destruction.
With those two in charge, Universe Nine truly was hopeless.
At that moment
Another streak of seven-colored light entered the World of Void.
"Oh? Sidra, you arrived quite early."
Sidra turned.
It was Universe Eleven.
"Belmod? You're not slow yourself."
With the Candidate Tournament about to begin, every other universe was an enemy. Sidra's tone was far from warm.
Belmod sneered internally.
For once, this fool wasn't acting foolish.
"These are your candidates?"
Belmod approached with his team and scanned the wolf trio.
Though they were suppressing their power, an experienced eye could still discern their level.
The strongest was the blue-scarved wolf.
Fourth Tier—early stage.
Trash.
"How are they? Not bad, right?"
Sidra failed to notice the mockery in Belmod's eyes and smiled confidently.
"Very impressive."
Belmod forced himself to give a thumbs-up.
Sidra beamed even wider.
Then he examined Belmod's group.
They were dressed uniformly in red bodysuits.
"Hmm?"
Sidra frowned.
That pot-bellied man with two white mustaches—
There was something terrifying hidden within him.
Could that be the one Belmod had once boasted about surpassing Beerus?
"This is the candidate you selected for the tournament, right?"
Sidra pointed at Toppo.
Belmod and Toppo exchanged a glance.
"Yes. He is my chosen candidate."
Toppo had also trained for several hundred additional years in the Time Chamber.
His pure power had reached the Fourth Tier—mid stage.
Just slightly above Sidra.
The moment Belmod confirmed it, Sidra felt a jolt of shock.
Universe Eleven truly was formidable.
Yet—
Of all the Gods of Destruction, Sidra was arguably the weakest.
From beginning to end—
He had completely failed to notice that Jiren was the true final boss.
Angel Mohito could not bear it any longer. He leaned toward Sidra and whispered softly:
"Lord Sidra… the one with the smooth head and black eyes is the truly terrifying one."
"What?!"
Sidra kept his voice low, but a storm erupted in his heart.
He had just begun to ask further about Jiren
When suddenly
The World of Void trembled again.
Another streak of seven-colored light entered.
All eyes turned.
Universe One.
The so-called Supreme Universe.
Iwan arrived with a large group.
The most eye-catching among them—
The golden lion.
"Lord Belmod, I cannot see through that lion's power."
Angel Marcarita of Universe Eleven spoke quietly.
Mohito of Universe Nine frowned.
"To control one's power to such an extent… only those at true God of Destruction level can do that."
The words of the two Angels spread.
Everyone widened their eyes.
Even Jiren's expression grew solemn.
Was this the level of a warrior from a universe whose mortal ranking exceeded seven?
And yet
Before anyone could steady their thoughts
More seven-colored lights entered in rapid succession.
Universe Two.
Universe Three.
…
Universe Twelve.
All universes—except Six and Seven—had now arrived.
Silence fell upon the World of Void.
A silence heavy as death.
Everyone understood.
In the coming battle
Every other universe would be an enemy.
"Belmod… is that the one you claimed surpassed a God of Destruction?"
The fox-like Liquiir finally broke the silence, pointing toward Jiren.
The moment he spoke, all attention shifted to Jiren.
Unfathomable.
Like Bergamo, Jiren suppressed his aura
But unlike Bergamo
Neither Gods of Destruction nor Angels could perceive the depth of his true power.
Unless Jiren willingly released it.
And the ability to conceal one's power to such a degree
Belonged only to those at God of Destruction tier.
At that moment, the other Gods of Destruction realized—
Belmod had never lied.
Universe Eleven truly possessed such a monster.
"Liquiir, it seems your candidate isn't simple either."
Belmod glanced at the silver fox standing beside Liquiir.
His power, too, was unreadable.
"Hahaha. Is there anyone here who is simple?"
Liquiir swept his gaze across the gathering.
He ignored Sidra.
But every other universe's candidate—
He examined carefully.
Universe One — a golden lion.
Universe Two — a winged, heavyset woman.
Universe Three — a gelatinous slime.
Universe Four — a pitch-black demonic wolf.
Universe Five — a mummy-like desiccated corpse.
Universe Ten — a muscle-bound powerhouse.
Universe Eleven — an alien-faced giant.
Universe Twelve — a golden sea monster.
None of their powers could be discerned.
Which meant
They were all God of Destruction-tier candidates.
At this moment
Sidra finally realized something dreadful.
His candidate…
Might be the weakest among them all.
Damn it!!!