"I don't know what you're talking about."
Quitela narrowed his eyes.
So what if it was him?
He simply wouldn't admit it.
"You—"
Beerus's anger flared.
This rat actually dared to act but not take responsibility.
"Let me handle it."
Gran extended a hand, stopping Beerus from making a move.
He looked at Quitela with playful mockery.
"Weren't you yellow-green before? Why do you suddenly look like this now?"
At this moment, Quitela's condition was pitiful.
In the earlier clash, one of his arms had been broken by Beerus. His skin was no longer yellow-green, but a ghastly pale white.
He truly looked like a dead rat that had soaked in water for three days.
Gran knew—
This was the Omni-King's punishment.
"How did it feel being punished by Lord Omni-King?"
Gran clicked his tongue.
"I heard your power dropped from Seventh Stage down to Sixth Stage. That must have been… refreshing."
"You're courting death!!!"
Quitela exploded in fury.
A mere candidate for God of Destruction dared to mock him to his face?
"What, want to fight again?"
Beerus floated beside Gran, rolling his wrist casually.
"…"
Quitela instantly fell silent.
But the venom in his eyes remained fixed on Gran.
"And you all—threatening me?"
Gran ignored Quitela's stare and turned to the other Gods of Destruction.
"With the strength of your candidates… do you really think you can threaten me?"
His tone was calm.
But the contempt in it was unmistakable.
Beerus let out a satisfied chuckle.
"You!"
Belmod and the others were nearly driven mad by the pair.
Truly a disciple cut from the same cloth.
Even their ability to provoke public outrage was inherited perfectly.
"Kid, you've got guts."
Belmod ground his teeth.
"I admit your talent is extraordinary. But your physical instinct is only at Third Stage, isn't it?"
That was indeed Gran's current level of bodily instinct.
Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he had lacked opponents. Without battle, that aspect of martial refinement was difficult to elevate.
"Which candidate here doesn't have Third Stage bodily instinct? At most, your dimension is higher than theirs. Do you really think you can win to the end like Beerus?"
The moment Belmod said this—
The other Gods of Destruction's eyes lit up.
Arak the mummy examined Gran with disdain.
"Only Third Stage bodily instinct? And you dare act as arrogant as Beerus? Who gave you that courage?"
Liquiir the fox sneered.
"Judging by your age rings, Beerus only took you in within the last twenty years."
"I don't know how you cultivated your dimension to Peak Divine Dimension. But Quitela is right—dimension does not equal strength. Even counting time spent in the Time Chamber, in just a few hundred years, how far could you have possibly refined your power and martial arts?"
It wasn't unreasonable for them to say this.
Gran's dimension was simply too shocking.
So they clung to the argument most unfavorable to Beerus.
Before the candidate battle began—
It was psychological self-comfort.
After all
They weren't entirely wrong.
Supreme Kais were divine beings too.
Although none were as outrageous as Gran in reaching Peak Divine Dimension, it proved one thing:
Higher dimension did not automatically mean greater combat strength.
"Tsk, tsk."
Gran clicked his tongue at their stubborn pride.
He had just been about to release his Seventh Stage power to scare them senseless
When suddenly
Crack!!
A fissure tore open in the sky of the World of Void.
From within the crack
A small blue eraser bounced out.
The moment it appeared—
The entire World of Void began to hum and tremble.
"You all came so early."
The blue "eraser" floated above the void.
Its voice was crisp and childlike.
Everyone looked up.
The candidates for God of Destruction didn't recognize the newcomer.
They were confused.
Why was a floating eraser suddenly here?
This was the site of the upcoming battle royale. Wasn't this child afraid of dying?
But the Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais who recognized him—
Their eyes widened instantly.
"L-Lord Omni-King!!!"
Every divine being in the World of Void immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Lord Omni-King!"
The Angels bowed as well.
"Greetings, Lord Omni-King!"
The voices of the gods echoed throughout the void.
The candidates who hadn't recognized him finally realized—
This was the supreme ruler.
The Omni-King.
They hurriedly bowed in panic.
"Gran, stop standing there! Bow!"
The Old Supreme Kai tugged urgently at Gran's sleeve.
Gran snapped back to his senses and bent forward immediately.
At last
He had seen the highest ruler of the Omni-King's universe.
Exactly as depicted in the anime.
Truly an eraser.
And yet
This small eraser governed "erasure" itself.
"You may rise."
The Omni-King's childish voice entered every ear.
Only then did they dare straighten up.
The supreme deity had arrived.
The atmosphere of the World of Void instantly became solemn.
Heavy.
Silent.
No one dared speak.
No one dared offend him.
At that moment
The crack in the void opened again.
Two tall, thin figures stepped out.
The Omni-King's attendants.
Gran narrowed his eyes, studying them.
In the original story, any being who approached the Omni-King would be stopped by these two.
Their presence alone radiated overwhelming authority.
"How strong are they?" Gran wondered.
"Stronger than Whis?"
Beerus noticed Gran's expression, unsure what he was thinking.
He was about to ask—
But when the final figure stepped through the fissure
Beerus quickly pulled Gran.
"The Grand Priest is here. Bow again!"
"The Grand Priest?"
Gran froze.
In his vision
A figure stepped out.
A divine halo floated behind his head.
His hair was slicked back.
A faint, elegant smile rested at his lips.
The Grand Priest.
In the manga, ranked first in power within the Omni-King's universe.
In the anime, ranked among the top five.
Just how powerful was he?
As Gran was momentarily distracted—
The Grand Priest's eyes met his.
A jolt shot through him.
Gran's body stiffened.
He immediately lowered his head.
The Grand Priest's lips curved faintly.
This little one has grown quickly.
Just like Beerus.
Rather mischievous.
"Grand Priest, there's nowhere to sit."
The Omni-King turned his head.
"Right away."
The Grand Priest swept his gaze across the World of Void.
Aside from the central arena, there was nothing.
He raised a hand.
Instantly
Thirteen viewing platforms materialized around the arena.
"Since everyone has arrived so early,"
He said gently,
"Please take your seats."
END OF CHAPTER
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