In another corner of the World of Void
"I'm not entirely sure."
Quitela crossed his arms, his tone grave.
"In recent years, Universe Seven has been unusually mysterious. Even the subordinate I sent—who possessed Third-Tier power—was defeated by their God of Destruction candidate. That means he's not weak."
"I see… May I ask one more question?"
"Spit it out."
"Why does it seem like every God of Destruction hates Universe Seven's God of Destruction?"
A cold glint flashed through Light's eyes as he spoke.
He understood clearly.
Even if he returned safely from this tournament, Quitela would erase him afterward.
Perhaps…
He could make use of Universe Seven.
"What are you plotting?"
Quitela's voice turned icy.
"All you need to remember is this—kill Universe Seven's candidate. As for what comes after…"
He left the sentence unfinished.
But Light understood.
Afterward, the waters must be stirred even murkier.
Only chaos would allow someone like him to survive.
"Understood."
Light nodded.
He didn't bother asking about rewards.
There wouldn't be any.
Meanwhile
Belmod had Marcarita shield their voices.
"Jiren. You promised me—you will torment Universe Seven's candidate. Don't go back on your word."
"I keep my promises. I hope you will do the same, Lord Belmod."
"Relax."
Belmod waved dismissively, his eyes flicking briefly toward Quitela's group.
"Be careful of the one beside Quitela. That man is not simple."
Jiren nodded, his expression equally solemn.
The aura around Light made his sense of justice pound violently.
That meant only one thing.
A being steeped in unforgivable sin.
"And don't be rigid," Belmod continued.
"When the moment calls for a surprise attack, show no mercy."
It wasn't just Quitela and Belmod.
Liquiir.
Heles.
Others as well.
Several Gods of Destruction were quietly instructing their candidates.
The objective was clear—
Eliminate Gran.
Time passed.
Plans were finalized.
Then
Another streak of seven-colored light entered the World of Void.
Universe Six.
Universe Seven.
They had arrived last.
"So this is the World of Void…"
Gran finally stood at the site of the grand tournament.
Inside the Universe Cube, he swept his gaze across the endless darkness.
There was no matter.
Nothing but void.
Yet below—
A light shimmered.
A battlefield the size of a planet floated in the abyss.
Forests.
Oceans.
Deserts.
Ruins.
Countless terrains woven together.
"So it's different from the Tournament of Power arena…"
Gran murmured inwardly.
At that moment
"Lord Beerus, Gran—look below. They arrived quite early."
Whis held his staff, eyes calm.
The Universe Cube hovered above the ten gathered universes.
Everything below was visible at a glance.
"Oh?"
Beerus looked down.
He spotted Belmod and the others immediately.
Then
His expression changed.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you making that face, skinny cat?"
Champa leaned forward to look.
And froze.
Unreadable.
Nine of the ten universes' candidates—
Their power was completely unreadable.
How was that possible?!
"Ancestor… what's wrong? Are they that strong?"
Shin's heart began pounding wildly at Beerus's reaction.
"Whis, can you see through them?" he asked quietly.
Whis narrowed his eyes.
"I cannot perceive their raw power."
Vados frowned.
"However, judging by their bodily instincts… most are above Third Tier."
She paused.
"And some… have reached Fourth-Tier Body Instinct."
"What?!"
The Old Supreme Kai and Fuwa both gasped.
They understood exactly what that meant.
Fourth-Tier Body Instinct—
True God of Destruction-level martial mastery.
"Even Gran's body instinct is only at Third Tier," the Old Supreme Kai muttered in shock.
"And yet other universes have already reached this stage…"
Shin's voice trembled.
"Ancestor… they're this strong? We won't lose, will we?"
Bang!
A fist slammed onto his head.
"Ow!"
Shin clutched his scalp.
Beerus snapped irritably,
"Lose? Even if Quitela himself stepped in, he might not defeat Gran with certainty. Who here is Gran's match?"
Gran coughed lightly.
"Lord Beerus… lower your voice."
The hatred hadn't even been fully drawn yet.
The battle hadn't begun.
There was no need to expose everything so early.
Fortunately, Whis had already shielded their voices.
As expected—
Whis understood Gran perfectly.
"Whis… are they the ones?"
Gran's eyes swept across the field below.
He focused on three figures.
The golden lion of Universe One.
The metallic sea creature of Universe Twelve.
And—
Jiren of Universe Eleven.
Their movements were different.
Every gesture carried the weight of profound martial law.
"Yes. Those three."
Whis nodded.
Gran being able to perceive others' bodily instincts surprised him not at all.
After all—
Gran had already begun stepping into Angel-level martial territory.
"Universes One and Twelve have mortal levels above seven. It's not surprising they possess such masters."
Gran's gaze sharpened.
"But Universe Eleven…"
That was unexpected.
In the Tournament of Power, Jiren had been suppressed by Goku's completed Ultra Instinct.
Which meant
At that time, Jiren's body instinct hadn't reached the Third-Tier peak.
Yet now—
He had reached Fourth Tier.
Clearly, he too had used something akin to a Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"Phew…"
Champa exhaled heavily.
"Good thing Gran is here. With Hit's current strength, he wouldn't even know how he died."
Hit: "..."
That stung a little.
Gran chuckled.
Champa wasn't wrong.
Even without the three Fourth-Tier masters—
Hit likely wouldn't survive among the remaining elites.
Especially
That one from Universe Four.
Gran's eyes turned sharp.
The aura around that man made him nauseous.
He had clearly crossed the threshold worthy of destruction.
Interesting.
Quitela had chosen such a creature.
Champa shoved Hit forward.
"Gran, I'm entrusting Hit to you. Make sure he stays alive."
Hit: "..."
He was a calm, professional assassin.
He would not get angry.
He would remain composed.
"With me here, don't worry."
As they spoke
A voice echoed upward from below.
"Beerus. Champa. How long do you intend to keep observing?"
It was Quitela.
Beerus and Champa exchanged a glance.
They stepped out of the Universe Cube.
Then rose into the air above all the gathered Gods of Destruction.
Boom!
Sixth-Tier Divine Realm power erupted from Beerus.
Seventh-Tier Divine Realm power surged from Champa.
The pressure descended—
Like two suns igniting in the void.
END OF CHAPTER
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