Tens of billions in prize money.
Why couldn't it be mine?
Whenever they thought about all that prize money going to other people, many spectators were filled with anguish.
They also marveled inwardly at just how extravagantly generous the Capsule Corporation was.
Looking back at the old World Martial Arts Tournaments, the prize money had been pitifully small.
The prize money really had been pitifully small.
Just how small?
So small that it had only been enough for a single filling meal.
Now, though, the prizes were measured in hundreds of millions.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
Aside from the top three, the competitors in the top ten and top twenty also received generous prizes.
According to information revealed by those involved-or rather, their bragging-even the twentieth-place competitor received fifty million.
The higher the ranking, the greater the prize.
After receiving their prize money, many competitors from the various universes immediately exchanged it for supplies.
Food accounted for the vast majority of those supplies.
And amid the clamor, the grand event came to a close.
Two days later.
Zeno's Palace.
Apart from Zeno and his two personal guards, only Son Gohan and the Grand Minister were present.
They had gathered there to address an important matter concerning several universes.
That matter was deciding on the Gods of Destruction Intern for Universes 15 through 18.
Although they would be called Gods of Destruction Intern, with the positions of God of Destruction vacant in those universes, they would be no different from actual Gods of Destruction.
Once they became Gods of Destruction Intern, becoming full-fledged Gods of Destruction would only be a matter of time.
Son Gohan said, "Your Majesty Zeno, after the World Martial Arts Tournament, the Grand Minister and I conducted further assessments. We have now decided to