Time flew, and a year slipped by.
Over that year, Son Gohan, as a God of Destruction Intern, destroyed 10,802 Dead Stars, averaging nearly thirty a day.
His terrifying efficiency made Beerus's scalp prickle and left him restless every day.
One year's work from Son Gohan equaled millions of years of Beerus's efforts.
The grind was real. Far too real.
It hardly seemed like something anyone could pull off.
Even Whis, his Guide Angel, stared at Son Gohan with constricted pupils.
He marveled at the bright future awaiting Universe 7.
"Lord Beerus, we can't afford to slack off. There are far too many Dead Stars in Universe 7."
Son Gohan nagged Beerus every day, making him question his entire existence.
"Have mercy on me, Lord Gohan." Beerus pressed his palms together, his face blank. He was utterly numb.
"How can you say that, Lord Beerus? As the number of Dead Stars decreases, our universe's overall level improves. Besides, our power of destruction has grown considerably," Son Gohan said righteously.
He wasn't wrong.
Their power of destruction grew stronger as they destroyed more Dead Stars.
That was one reason Son Gohan pushed himself so hard.
With every passing day and every planet he destroyed, he kept growing stronger.
Son Gohan simply couldn't resist that fatal temptation.
Even Beerus suffered for it, dragged off to work by Son Gohan every day.
All in the name of raising Universe 7's overall level.
It was downright deranged.
Whis sighed. "Ah, if only Lord Beerus had Mr. Gohan's work ethic, Universe 7 would surely rank first."
"Ugh, just let me die, Whis." Beerus held his forehead.
His head hurt! It hurt so much.
That day, Son Gohan returned to the God of Destruction Planet after meeting his daily quota of thirty Dead Stars.
Then