"No!"
This time, it was Primo who spoke, not Zamas.
Primo stood to one side, his tone full of helplessness. "The only reason I survived that Candidate God of Destruction Tournament was because Lord Gran spared my life. I had originally planned to go to Universe 7 and thank him this time, but before we could even meet Lord Gran, we were driven away."
Zamas nodded as well.
"Couldn't meet him?"
Gowasu and Rumsshi exchanged a glance, then both fell silent again.
Six years had passed since that Candidate God of Destruction Tournament. Gran had shone far too brightly during that battle, and no one knew how that genius was doing now.
"Master, Lord Rumsshi, if we are going to follow Universe 7's method, which universe should we hold such a competition with?" Zamas asked.
Gowasu came back to his senses and looked at the elephant beside him. "Lord Rumsshi, what do you think?"
"You decide. I don't really understand these things. If destruction is needed, just call for me." Rumsshi shook his head.
Gowasu: "..."
Their God of Destruction really was all brawn and no brains!
"Zamas, what do you think?"
Gowasu turned his appraising gaze toward Zamas again.
Zamas stood off to the side and pondered for a moment. "I have two proposals."
"Oh?"
Gowasu was somewhat surprised. He actually already had an idea himself; he merely wanted to test Zamas. He had not expected Zamas to come up with two approaches.
"Let's hear them."
"Yes."
Noticing that the cups before Gowasu and the others were empty, Zamas refilled them with tea before speaking.
"The first proposal is to hold a competition with the neighboring Universe 11."
"The advantage of competing with Universe 11 is that we are neighboring universes. Like Universe 6 and Universe 7, we are