King Vegeta Trampled Underfoot in the Hall, the Visitor Was None Other Than the God of Destruction Beerus

"King Vegeta, I warned you long ago. What I despise most are fools who know no manners and refuse to appreciate favor. Hm?"

A languid voice, yet one that carried the crushing pressure of heaven and earth, thundered through the great hall.

Gou Kong had only just stepped over the threshold when the sight before him made his pupils shrink, his heart nearly leaping into his throat.

King Vegeta, who usually stood high above all and did not even put Frieza in his eyes, was now being pinned hard to the floor by a large foot covered in black-and-blue striped fur!

The owner of that foot merely applied a fraction more force with utter indifference, and King Vegeta could no longer hold on. With a dull, heavy boom, his entire body collapsed to the ground in a miserable sprawl.

The head that symbolized the Saiyans' highest authority was forced down against the cold floor tiles, unable to move.

King Vegeta tried to struggle, veins bulging across his powerful body from the exertion, but no matter how he erupted with energy, the seemingly ordinary ground beneath him did not show even the slightest crack, as if some irresistible force of law had completely suppressed him.

"You dared claim my exclusive cushion as your own, and even tried to stuff an inferior one onto me. Your greed is rather excessive, isn't it? All because of this petty selfishness of yours, you disturbed a god's peace."

The voice carried undisguised mockery.

"Spare... spare me...!"

The once-overbearing king of the Saiyans could now only let out a trembling plea.

To fall in an instant from the peak of pride to the depths of humility—such an enormous contrast sent chills down the backs of every Saiyan present.

Those elite guards who normally protected the royal presence—which of them was not a ruthless figure who could take an enemy general's head amid thousands upon thousands of troops?

Yet now, they seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell. They did not even dare breathe too loudly, and cold sweat seeped densely across their foreheads, gathering into streams.

They watched helplessly as their king, the man who had never even bent the knee to Lord Frieza, was trampled at will before this visitor like an ant!

This scene, overturning everything they knew, exceeded the limits of every Saiyan's understanding.

And yet fear drowned them like a tide. No one dared move. No one even dared make the slightest sound.

Gou Kong stood frozen in the doorway, feeling an invisible yet terrifying pressure seize his heart. It was as if that foot was not stepping on King Vegeta, but crushing directly down on his soul.

His breathing abruptly grew heavy. He swallowed unconsciously, only one thought left in his mind: This is insane. This is fucking insane! Why would he suddenly appear in a place like this?

"Guh—!"

As if in response to the horror in Gou Kong's heart, the entire floor of the great hall suddenly trembled. The foot stepping on King Vegeta had pressed down with even more force.

Caught off guard, Gou Kong lost his balance underfoot and staggered backward in a sorry state. Luckily, he caught hold of the palace doors behind him in time and barely steadied himself, avoiding making a fool of himself on the spot.

"As a ruler, with such conduct, are you letting the ants beneath you watch and learn from you? Since you have taken this position and enjoyed this power, shouldn't you also learn how to look up at existences billions upon billions of times higher than you?"

The voice had a feline languor, yet every word was like a blade.

He seemed bored by King Vegeta's humility. His gaze swept over the long table in the center of the hall, laden with rare delicacies and fine dishes—the feast originally prepared to welcome an honored guest.

He casually reached out, grabbed a skewer of roasted meat sizzling with oil, and swallowed the whole string of meat in one bite, even crunching the skewer noisily between his teeth.

Then, as if treating him like trash, he used the remaining meat skewer to tap King Vegeta's head carelessly, as though knocking on some insignificant object. He smacked his lips, then casually tossed the skewer aside.

"I... I'm an idiot! Lord Beerus... It's the God of Destruction Beerus...!"

There was a boom in Gou Kong's mind, as if he had been struck by divine lightning from the highest heavens. His scalp instantly went numb, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his skull!

God of Destruction Beerus!

This name was simply the greatest nightmare he had faced since crossing over!

He filled Gou Kong with more despair than Frieza, more despair than the cold abyss of space!

Even if he had to die at Frieza's hands, he did not want to face this lord!

His head throbbed as if it would split, like countless steel needles stabbing through it.

The situation was terrible to the extreme, and Gou Kong's heart instantly sank to rock bottom.

The God of Destruction was a big shot at the pinnacle of the Dragon Ball universe, possessing the terrifying power to annihilate stars with a snap of his fingers and return the universe to chaos.

In this world where powerhouses were as countless as carp crossing a river, Beerus was the absolute blazing sun that towered above all the stars.

Granted, according to legend, above the multiverse there was an ultimate existence like Lord Zeno, who could erase an entire universe with a single thought.

But that level was far too distant. Subconsciously, Gou Kong felt it had nothing to do with a small fry like himself, so it was not enough to keep him on edge at all times.

But the God of Destruction Beerus, who governed the Seventh Universe, was a genuine death warrant he could run into anytime, anywhere!

This lord usually roamed the universe, and his standards of judgment were extremely willful.

If he was in a good mood, he might spare your life;

If he was in a bad mood, he would not care whether your planet lived or died. He would wipe it out with a raise of his hand.

The scope of his destruction was just as arbitrary. It could be as small as crushing a stone, or as large as making a planet, even an entire galaxy, disappear completely from the map. It all depended on his whim in that moment.

Some people might say that since that was the case, wouldn't desperately flattering him be enough?

That thought was simply adorably naive!

In the real world, even serving a moody superior was enough to exhaust a person, let alone trying to please a god whose thought patterns were utterly different from humans and whose temperament was wildly unpredictable.

Giving up the struggle might at least let you die quickly.

Even if you racked your brains and groveled in hopes of keeping him happy, this lord might still inexplicably find some shoddy excuse, or simply say outright, "I was in a good mood just now, but I've changed my mind," and then heartlessly erase you along with your civilization!

Even if Gou Kong believed his self-control was excellent, there was absolutely no way he could be accepted by such an existence for long!

As for the kind of "mercy" where he only destroyed a small piece of stone and stopped at that, in Lord Beerus's record, the odds were as low as the singularity of the Big Bang—practically negligible.

In the vast majority of cases, the only thing awaiting the offender was the tragic end of their planet being completely annihilated.

Knowing full well that was the case, that fool King Vegeta had not thought of every possible way to offer tribute and curry favor in advance. Instead, he had actually dared to neglect him.

No—right now, Gou Kong only wanted to charge over, grab King Vegeta by the collar, shake him like mad, and demand to know what unforgivable thing he had done to bring this harbinger of disaster here!

He had only just been planning to make a run for it, and in the next moment this great deity had blocked the door?

Did the damned universe think he had lived too long?!

The great hall was deathly silent, with only King Vegeta's heavy breathing and Beerus's faint chewing sounds.

Gou Kong forced down the stormy waves raging inside him, lowered his eyelids, and did not dare look directly at that lazy gaze that was nevertheless enough to burn all things to ash.

He could feel that invisible pressure spreading through the great hall like a tide. Every Saiyan was like a lamb waiting for slaughter, as if even their heartbeat had been stripped of its right to be controlled.

Lord Beerus...

He had actually come.