"Then who decides who qualifies to be a god?"
Hearing Beerus's words, Zhang Qi asked curiously.
Based on his current experience, so-called gods, stripped of their sacred halos and their followers' praise, were essentially administrators of the world's rules.
In those ordinary, magicless worlds, the laws of physics were open-source.
Gravity, the laws of thermodynamics, electromagnetic force—those things were simply there. No one held a key and locked them away from use.
Anyone, any civilization, as long as their tech tree was developed far enough, could make use of certain rules through one method or another.
But in advanced Beyonder worlds, the whole game changed completely.
Because those above could most likely access and directly control the corresponding permissions through their own will.
Like super administrators on a server.
And such beings, whether to prevent the system from crashing or simply to preserve their own positions, would strictly limit the birth of others with equal permissions.
A typical example was the world of Lord of Mysteries.
The slots on the Paths of the Divine were fixed.
There were only so many Beyonder Characteristics, one radish per hole. If someone wanted to rise, they had to kick their predecessor off the chair and swallow them whole, skin and bones included.
And the Dragon Ball World, from what he could see so far, should belong to the latter.
"Want to know?"
Hearing that, Beerus rolled his neck, his cervical vertebrae cracking like popping beans.
"Defeat me, and I'll tell you."
The instant he finished speaking, a Purple afterimage was already pressed against Zhang Qi's face.
Beerus's fist carried destructive energy capable of tearing apart everything as it shot straight for Zhang Qi's face.
Zhang Qi did not dodge.
Nor did he intend to hold back any longer.
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