Gathering Begins

Above the arena, the Grand Minister stood quietly in midair, watching the battle below. A green barrier had appeared around him, blocking the dust drifting his way.

Soon, as the auras of the Gods of Destruction on the arena emerged and blew away the dust covering the grounds, all that remained was the three Gods of Destruction staring at one another.

Seeing this, the Grand Minister smiled and said from midair, "This should be about enough, shouldn't it?"

The moment his words fell, the three Gods of Destruction, who had just been fighting with stern, serious expressions, instantly gathered together. Wearing smug smiles, they tidied up their appearances and said, "Yes, it seems that was about all there was to it."

"Mm."

Hearing this, the Grand Minister examined the heavily damaged arena and nodded.

"Thanks to all of you, I've discovered that there are indeed areas that need improvement. Thank you very much."

Upon hearing the Grand Minister's thanks, the Gods of Destruction immediately asked expectantly, "Then Lord Zeno..."

"Was he pleased?"

Faced with their anticipation, the Grand Minister smiled.

"Well, Lord Zeno is currently taking his afternoon nap..."

At those words, the Gods of Destruction on the arena were instantly dumbfounded. That meant their desperate performance just now had been like making eyes at a blind man—completely wasted effort.

However, the Grand Minister paid no mind to what the Gods of Destruction were thinking and merely continued, "Oh! Right, right! Before the tournament begins, please repair this place and reinforce the damaged areas."

"Eh!?"

Hearing this, the Gods of Destruction froze. Liger, the God of Destruction of Universe 8, glanced at the huge pit behind him before turning to the Grand Minister.

"You want us to fix this...?"

In response, the Grand Minister clasped his hands behind his back