After witnessing everything that had happened, Jiren felt as if his entire worldview had been overturned.
How could a mortal from Universe 7 be this powerful?
He had spent countless years enduring brutal training to reach his current level.
Yet standing before Zeru, he could not even summon the courage to challenge him.
If that was the case, just how terrifying must Zeru's own path of cultivation have been?
"What a pity."
Jiren let out a heavy sigh.
"Once we lose, our universe will be erased. I won't have the chance to continue growing stronger."
Zeru hovered in the sky, looking down at Jiren and Toppo.
His voice was calm and sincere.
"Do you want me to send you down?"
"Or will you jump on your own?"
Jiren understood Zeru wasn't mocking him.
He took a deep breath, then turned to Toppo with a bitter smile.
"Let's go out with some dignity."
Boom!
Jiren erupted with all of his remaining power.
Toppo did the same.
The two exchanged one final glance before charging together toward Zeru.
Even knowing they had no chance, they still chose to fight.
Because that was who they were.
Bang!
Bang!
Two dull impacts rang out.
In the next instant, both Jiren and Toppo were sent flying off the arena.
Instant defeat.
No suspense whatsoever.
At that moment, the unconscious Hit slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Zeru for a few seconds.
Without saying a word, he quietly stepped off the arena himself.
The Grand Priest's voice echoed throughout the Null Realm.
"Universe 11 and Universe 6 have been completely eliminated."
"The winner of the Tournament of Power is Universe 7."
"Eliminated universes will now be erased."
A beam of light descended.
The spectators of Universe 11 and Universe 6 vanished into countless particles of light.
"It's over."
In the stands, every remaining God of Destruction and Supreme Kai wore expressions of sorrow.
And yet, despite their impending erasure, none felt true regret.
After all, they had witnessed the battle between Zeru and Vegito.
For many of them, that spectacle alone was worth everything.
"Champa…"
On Universe 7's side, Beerus clenched his fists.
Though he constantly bickered with his twin brother, they were still family.
Seeing Champa erased left an ache in his heart.
The Grand Priest continued.
"The winners shall receive the seven Super Dragon Balls."
Then he turned toward Zeru and smiled.
"However, Zeru-sensei…"
"I imagine you have little need for them."
In the Grand Priest's eyes, the Super Dragon Balls were creations of Zalama.
And Zalama's creative power had originally been taught by Zeru.
In other words, Zeru likely had no need to make a wish at all.
Zeru chuckled softly.
"So, you already know what I intend to do."
He rose from the arena and floated to the Grand Priest's side.
"If beings like Jiren disappear, Goku and the others will lose invaluable rivals."
"So…"
"Restore everything."
Snap!
Zeru snapped his fingers.
Everyone stared at him in confusion.
Then, suddenly, Beerus's eyes widened.
He shot to his feet.
"Wait… what did the Grand Priest call Zeru just now?"
Supreme Kai Shin also turned pale.
"Did he say… 'Teacher'?"
"Yes."
Whis gave a wry smile.
"When I first learned the truth, I was just as shocked."
"My father's teacher… is Zeru."
In Universe 6's former stands, Vados's lips twitched.
So that carefree young man she had met before had actually been a hidden ancient monster.
A being who had summoned Super Shenron.
A being who taught the Grand Priest himself.
Did someone like that even need the Super Dragon Balls?
The revelation sent shockwaves not only through Dragon Ball's universe, but also through the multiverse chat group.
"Good grief… I'm speechless."
The group owner had long uploaded character profiles to the shared files, and everyone knew exactly what the Grand Priest represented.
For him to call Zeru "Teacher"…
That was beyond honor.
It meant Zeru stood at the absolute summit.
"Honestly, once Zeru appeared, this stopped being the Dragon Ball world I thought I knew."
— Group Owner
"Then maybe my world has a transmigrator too…"
— Whitebeard
"Maybe. But even if your world has one, if they came to Dragon Ball, they'd just be cannon fodder. So my advice is simple: hug Boss Zeru's thigh."
— Group Owner
"@Zeru Boss, are you accepting sons?"
— Whitebeard
Zeru glanced at the chat, smiled faintly, and closed the livestream.
He had more important matters to attend to.
At that moment, one of the twin Zenos spoke excitedly.
"This Tournament of Power was really fun!"
"But Future Zeno and I still want more!"
"So…"
He raised his hand.
"One year from now, using Earth's calendar, we'll hold another Tournament of Power!"
"This time, the Gods of Destruction can participate too!"
The other Zeno clapped.
"What about Zeru?"
Just then, Son Goku, who had only just regained consciousness, looked up eagerly.
The two Zenos turned toward Zeru with sparkling eyes.
"Zeru-nii won't participate in the tournament."
"Instead…"
They grinned mischievously.
"The main event will be a match between Zeru-nii and the Grand Priest!"
"Zeru-nii…"
"What do you think?"
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