Universe 7.
God of Destruction Realm.
Beerus was sitting cross-legged under the huge dead tree, with empty plates scattered around.
He had just finished the afternoon tea carefully prepared by Whis, and was picking his teeth out of boredom while holding a clear fish bone.
Whis Staff Crystal Ball at the top flashed silently.
Beerus's cat ears instantly stood up alertly.
"Is this the communication from Grand Priest?"
Whis flicked his finger on Staff, and the information unfolded before his eyes.
After he finished reading, he turned to look at Beerus with a subtle smile on his face.
"Quitela is dead."
"Click."
The fish bones fell out of Beerus's mouth.
"What?! Already... so fast?"
"Mr. Krillin never likes procrastination when doing things."
Beerus sat blankly.
The rich expressions on the cat's face experienced a complex triple jump.
Shocked.
Confirm.
Then the corners of his mouth began to rise crazily uncontrollably.
He stood up suddenly, paced back and forth under the tree with his hands behind his back, his tail swung back and forth behind him, and his speed became faster and faster.
"That bastard who ate my strawberry pudding!"
"That rat who chewed his tongue everywhere at the God of Destruction party!"
"That despicable guy who plots against other universes and plays tricks behind his back!"
Beerus's voice became louder and louder, filled with joyful anger.
"Finally! Finally! Someone took out this bad breath on my behalf!"
Whis Staff blocked him gracefully.
"Lord Beerus, please allow me to remind you."
"Although Quitela is looked down upon by others, he is still a colleague of God of Destruction."
"Grand Priest's communication has been sent to all Angel."
"If Angel from other universes saw God of Destruction from Universe 7 behaving too...'pleasantly' after their colleagues were eliminated, I'm afraid it would not be diplomatically appropriate."
Beerus's tail froze in mid-air.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep a straight face.
The smile on the cat's face that was about to reach his ears was forcibly suppressed, and the corners of his mouth were stretched like a straight line.
Two seconds later, the corners of his mouth began to tremble violently again.
Whis sighed.
"If you really can't hold it in anymore, just go back to your room and laugh. At least don't do it outdoors, which will damage your God of Destruction dignity."
Beerus turned around and left without saying a word.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Whis stood there and listened.
After a while, a forcibly suppressed, earthquake-like laughter came from the room, causing the entire dead tree to tremble slightly.
Whis shook his head, bent down to pick up the empty plate dropped by Beerus, and walked slowly to the kitchen.
"A God of Destruction who has lived for hundreds of millions of years can actually be so happy."
He muttered something lowly.
"Just like a child who hasn't grown up."
After finishing speaking, he stopped for a moment.
I thought about the picture of Zeno and Arale rolling around on the floor playing with stickers at the moment.
"... Well, now it seems that children are not such a bad thing."
God of Destruction Realm The silence lasted for a while.
Beerus opened the door again and came out. The smile on his face had faded away, but his eyes were still shining with uncontrollable excitement.
He leaned against the door frame, his tail swaying slowly behind him.
"Whis."
"Here."
"Tell me, who will the bald man Krillin arrange to replace Quitela?"
Whis came over with the washed plate and wiped it carefully with a piece of dry white cloth.
"He didn't say."
"Can't you guess?"
"I'm not going to guess. Mr. Krillin does things at his own pace. We just need to wait for the results."
"It would be rude to guess wrong."
Beerus crossed his arms, seemingly not satisfied with the answer.
"That candidate must be strong enough, right?"
"Although Universe 4 ranks at the bottom, it is still a complete universe."
"God of Destruction's status cannot be too low, otherwise it will not hold up."
Whis Put the shiny, new plate back on the shelf.
"At this point, I have no doubts about Mr. Krillin's judgment. The people he hand-picked will never be bad."
Beerus ground his rear molars.
"Do you trust that bald man more than you trust me, God of Destruction?"
Whis turned around with his signature smile on his face.
"Lord Beerus, you ask this question as if you are jealous."
"Who is jealous! I am a cat! How can a cat be jealous?"
Beerus's tail instantly exploded into a hairy brush.
He snorted heavily, turned around and sat down cross-legged under the tree.
"Anyway, Quitela is dead, no matter who replaces him. As long as there is no more pudding-stealing bastard!"
Whis did not answer the call.
The Staff Crystal Ball in his hand reflects the afternoon light, drawing circles of quiet light patterns on the ground.
The ancient pattern of the God of Destruction system that has been operating for countless billions of years was quietly rewritten by a bald man from the earth in an almost absurd way.
A piece of chocolate, with the word "Yummy", God of Destruction, who is at the top of the gods, exits.
This approach is absurd to the extreme.
But in Whis's view, it is precisely because of this absurdity that it is particularly reassuring.
Those who can kill gods in such a casual and homely way are the ones who truly cannot be measured in any dimension.
Whis leaned against the tree trunk, and Staff tapped the ground twice.
"Lord Beerus."
"What for?"
"Do you want the Unagi Kabayaki Rice you urged me to make now?"
Beerus's cat ears suddenly stood up straight.
"I want it! I want it now!"
Whis turned and walked towards the kitchen.
God of Destruction Realm has restored its peace as before.
Everything is like nothing happened.
But everything is different.
In Grand Priest and Mindscape, twelve bright light balls representing various universes are running steadily along the established trajectory.
On the fourth light ball, the dark purple divine power logo that originally belonged to Quitela has completely disappeared.
Only the light blue Laws holding line representing Angel Cognac is left, quietly emitting a faint light.
Grand Priest looked at the ball of light that had temporarily lost Guardian.
Since the Zeno system was established, there have been zero cases of God of Destruction being eliminated by external forces.
This is the first time.
The person who approved this purge was Zeno himself.
The executor is Majin Buu designated by Krillin.
The procedures were compliant, the process was complete, and even the wording of Zeno at the time was clear.
"Kill him. After you kill him, let your bald uncle find a good man to take care of you."
Grand Priest closed Mindscape.
The management difficulty of Universe 7 cannot be measured by any existing ratings.
It's like a "singularity" that even the gods cannot predict.
A Martial Dao True God who can tear apart the barriers of the universe with his bare hands,
An ancient demon who ate God of Destruction but still didn't think the taste was spicy enough.
A Namekian who has awakened the inheritance of Dragon God,
A son of Low-Class Warrior that broke through to Super Saiyan 5.
Not to mention the non-standard character from the funny comic who taught Zeno to "Chase-and-Run" and "Pinky Promise".
Grand Priest stood alone in the empty corridor of World of Void.
Behind him, Arale's extremely penetrating and shocking laughter came from the hall of the Mirror Palace.
"A-Zun! Look! This sticker will glow!"
"Put it on me! Patch it on me quickly!"
Grand Priest held Staff and stood quietly for a while.
He felt that the old order was like a classical oil painting with rigorous brushstrokes that had been hanging for hundreds of millions of years.
But now, a child came in with a bucket of colorful paints and smeared on it wantonly.
The painting was destroyed.
But maybe it's becoming a new, more interesting painting.
He walked further along the corridor, the sound of his footsteps disappearing into the endless silence.
The laughter behind him continued.