.....
"Let's go."
Gran rose into the air.
Broly hurried after him. "Big Brother Gran, what are we doing next? Are we going to keep observing the Sixth Universe?"
Bulma followed alongside them, though she remained silent.
Gran glanced back at Bulma before shaking his head.
"We've pretty much finished observing everything we needed to see. It's time for us to meet up with Lord Beerus and the others."
It had already been a month since Gran returned to this era. The martial artists who had come here were also nearly finished having their battle power tested.
That meant the preliminary selection was about to end.
And once the preliminary selection ended, the main tournament would begin!
"Okay, Big Brother Gran. Wherever you go, I'll go too," Broly said with a silly grin.
The three of them then flew toward the "Chu River" dividing the two sides of the battlefield.
When Gran reached the sky above the area, he could see that the "Chu River" running through the very center had already been filled with numerous arenas.
These arenas resembled those used in the World Martial Arts Tournament, except they were much larger, roughly four times the size of the original arenas.
"So... so many arenas!"
Bulma finally spoke.
Looking down below, Gran smiled.
"It seems the Gods of Destruction from the other universes helped build them."
While Gran had been observing the changes taking place in the two universes, he had also been paying attention to what was happening around the arenas.
Beerus, Whis, Old Kai, Shin, and Chronoa were all stationed at the very center between the two universes, keeping watch over everything.
"Let's go down."
Gran led the way toward the observation platform below.
The observation platform was located on the Seventh Universe's side. It floated in the void, and from its seats, one could see the matches taking place across the entire battlefield.
At this moment, Belmod and the other Gods of Destruction were sprawled across the grass on the platform, all of them looking utterly exhausted.
Beerus, meanwhile, was lying comfortably on a beach chair, happily sipping a drink.
"That damn Beerus!!!"
With the exception of Champa, every other God of Destruction was cursing Beerus inwardly.
Even Belmod, the new God of Destruction of the Fourth Universe, was cursing him in his heart.
After all, he was the weakest God of Destruction present, yet he had spent an entire month working nonstop on Beerus's behalf.
It wasn't that he was physically tired.
The main problem was that the work was unbearably dull.
And Beerus had constantly mocked them from the sidelines while they worked.
For their mental endurance and willpower, it was practically a torturous trial!
"Oh!"
Liquiir, the fox-like God of Destruction, suddenly spotted Gran.
"Gran is finally coming over here!"
The moment he heard that, all the Gods of Destruction immediately stood up from the grass.
Giin, the God of Destruction of the Twelfth Universe, felt his heart pounding wildly.
He had offended Gran in the past, and he was genuinely afraid that Gran would come looking for trouble.
"Good kid, you finally decided to come back!" Champa raised his head and laughed loudly.
"Hmph. You really know how to leave everything to someone else," Beerus said as he rose from the beach chair, crossing his arms and holding his head high.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho~~ Speaking of leaving everything to someone else, I think that title suits Lord Beerus much better!"
Whis chuckled from the side.
"Hahaha, I think so too. After all, Gran has been the one managing the Seventh Universe for you all these years."
Old Kai was unusually bold today. He actually dared to mock Beerus.
"Pfft!"
Shin couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Little Chronoa, however, didn't join in on the teasing.
She was staring at Gran as he descended.
She was wondering what lay behind the mysterious crack in the GT timeline.
Since Gran had returned safely, he should have investigated everything thoroughly, right?
Tap, tap, tap!
Gran and the other two finally landed on the observation platform.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent.
The Gods of Destruction were looking at Gran.
The Angels were looking at Gran as well.
"Big Sis, why do I feel like Gran has changed somehow?"
"Could this little guy have improved again?"
"I feel the same way. He seems somewhat different."
The Angels communicated with one another telepathically.
Kusu lightly touched her braided hair and said calmly,
"It's his Destruction Rule. It seems he's about to break through to the Third Order."
"What?!"
The expressions of the Angels changed slightly.
The Laws were divided into nine Orders, with the strongest Beerus currently possessing a Ninth-Order Destruction Rule.
But for Gods of Destruction like them, cultivating the Destruction Rule was something measured in millions of years.
Yet this guy, Gran, was about to break through again after only a few short years!
Cultivating the Destruction Rule required constantly destroying things.
So where in the world was he finding so many unqualified planets to destroy?
Gran had no idea what the Angels were thinking.
He was also looking at everyone.
When his gaze swept across Giin, a trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes.
That bastard's mouth had been particularly annoying during the Candidate Gods of Destruction battle.
Gran had originally wanted to attack him back then.
But Beerus and Belmod had both tried to stop him.
Although Zeno had never imposed any restrictions on the Candidate Gods of Destruction, every God of Destruction and Supreme Kai was incredibly important to their respective universe.
If one of them died, it would be an incomparably heavy blow to that universe.
Zeno didn't actually want the universes to descend into chaos.
That was why Gran had refrained from continuing to pursue Giin.
As for Quitela, he had genuinely intended to kill Gran through his actions.
That was why Gran had killed him.
"Hmph!"
Gran snorted before shifting his gaze away.
His eyes swept across all the Gods of Destruction before finally stopping on the gray-skinned mouse from the Fourth Universe.
"Hmm?"
Gran narrowed his eyes slightly.
Old Kai hurried over.
He jumped up and whispered into Gran's ear,
"He's the new God of Destruction of the Fourth Universe."
"I figured."
Gran had already learned from Whis that the Fourth Universe had acquired a new God of Destruction, and that this God of Destruction was also a mouse.
Now, he had finally seen him in person.
Gran curled his lips.
"Third-Order Peak power and Third-Order physical instincts? Has the Fourth Universe really become that desperate? They actually let trash like you become their new God of Destruction?"
With one glance, Gran could see through the martial foundation of Belmod.
This guy was simply too weak.
Forget being a God of Destruction, he couldn't even compare to any random Candidate God of Destruction from that battle back then.
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere around them became strangely tense.
Everyone looked at Belmod with expressions that clearly said they were waiting for a good show.
When Giin saw that Gran wasn't coming after him, however, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"So you are Lord Gran."
Belmod suddenly bent forward at the waist.
"I am Belmod. Greetings, Lord Gran."
"Lord Gran?!"
The Gods of Destruction all widened their eyes.
Their expressions were filled with disbelief.
They had already interacted with Belmod a month ago.
They knew that the new God of Destruction of the Fourth Universe was extremely good at enduring humiliation.
But they had never imagined that he could endure to this extent!
"You called me Lord Gran?"
Even Gran hadn't expected this guy to address him that way.
"Yes, Lord Gran. Your strength surpasses that of every God of Destruction. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me addressing you as Lord Gran."
Belmod remained bent at the waist.
No one could see the expression on his face.
Gran: "..."
The Dragon Ball world was ultimately a world where strength reigned supreme.
Gran's current strength truly did surpass that of every God of Destruction, and even the other Gods of Destruction present had tacitly acknowledged this fact.
However...
No matter how you looked at it, Belmod was still a God of Destruction.
Wasn't it humiliating for him to bow before a Candidate God of Destruction like this?
"Interesting."
Gran walked forward.
He circled Belmod twice, his gaze remaining fixed on him the entire time.
Belmod's body tensed.
Everyone else watched Gran as well, waiting to see what he would do.
Finally...
Gran stopped.
He curled his lips.
"You know about the grudge between Quitela and me. You know I dislike the Fourth Universe. And you know how weak you are yourself."
"The moment you encountered me, you immediately lowered your head."
"I have to admit, you're quite clever."
The Gods of Destruction around them nodded slightly.
With Gran's current strength and status, if he wanted to target a God of Destruction, that God of Destruction would have absolutely no ability to resist.
Belmod had no choice but to lower his head if he didn't want to continue offending Gran.
There was nothing he could do.
Who told him to be the new God of Destruction of the Fourth Universe?
If he wanted someone to blame, he could only blame Quitela.
"Get out of my sight."
Gran coldly snorted at Belmod.
"Yes!"
Belmod bowed deeply and retreated.
He continued backing away until he reached the very back of the group of Gods of Destruction.
Once his figure was completely hidden behind the others, a vicious and sinister look flashed through his eyes.
Kusu was standing with her other Angel siblings when she suddenly sensed something.
She shook her head slightly.
She had originally thought this guy was a smart man.
Turns out he was an idiot.
Cognac also sighed inwardly.
It seemed the Fourth Universe was going to have to replace its God of Destruction again.
"Lord Beerus, long time no see."
Only then did Gran walk over to Beerus.
Beerus crossed his arms without saying anything, simply staring at Gran.
After looking at him for a while, he confirmed that Gran didn't seem to have suffered any abnormalities, such as injuries.
Only then did he calmly say,
"You actually know how to come back?"
"Why wouldn't I come back?" Gran replied with a grin.
"The Universal Martial Arts Tournament you started is almost over. What's the point of coming back now?"
"Hahaha, isn't that because Lord Beerus helped me host it?"
Gran stepped forward and casually draped an arm around Beerus's shoulders.
"You still have the nerve to say that?"
Beerus immediately pushed Gran's arm away and pretended to be furious.
"I was sleeping perfectly well. Then because of you, Whis and the others directly woke me up!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Since you hate Gran bothering you so much, Beerus, why don't I just have Gran come over to my universe?"
Champa genuinely couldn't listen to this anymore.
He immediately stood up and challenged Beerus.
"Gran can bother me whenever he wants. I definitely won't complain."
The other Gods of Destruction looked at Champa with envy.
They all wished Gran could become their Candidate God of Destruction.
Beerus instantly became furious.
"I'm talking to my candidate! Why are you butting in?"
"What do you mean, your candidate? Gran is my candidate too!"
Champa proudly raised his chin.
"Bullshit! If I hadn't sent Gran over to your universe to become a Candidate God of Destruction, do you think he would have willingly become the Candidate God of Destruction of the Sixth Universe?"
"Hahaha! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself."
Champa proudly raised his middle finger at Beerus.
"You... are asking to die!!"
Beerus's eyes practically spewed flames as he charged straight at Champa.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
The two brothers inexplicably started wrestling with each other.
Whis and Vados didn't react at all when they saw this.
This was simply how the two brothers communicated.
They were already used to it.
"These two cats are just like children. Honestly, I can't with them."
Gran rubbed his forehead and stopped paying attention to the two.
He finally walked over to Chronoa.
"You came to this timeline because you wanted to help me handle this Universal Martial Arts Tournament too, right?"
"Hehe, you figured it out."
Little Chronoa giggled.
"I'm not stupid. Of course I could figure it out."
Gran rolled his eyes before becoming serious.
"What I didn't expect was that I only mentioned this Universal Martial Arts Tournament to you once, yet you knew that I'd been worrying about it all this time."
"Either way, thank you."
"You don't have to thank me. After all, you helped me out a lot too."
Chronoa then asked,
"So, did you figure everything out?"
Her expression became extremely solemn.
It was obvious that she was worried about what kind of enormous danger might be hidden behind that mysterious crack.
"I figured it out."
"That's great! Is it dangerous?"
"Not particularly."
"Then I'm relieved..."
The conversation between the two sounded like they were speaking in riddles.
The other Gods of Destruction and Angels were completely confused.
Even Beerus and Champa, who had been wrestling moments ago, stopped and stared at each other.
Both of them could see the confusion in the other's eyes.
"Fatty, you weren't in the Seventh Universe during this period. What exactly has Gran been doing?"
"When I came to the Seventh Universe, he'd already left. Besides, you're his direct superior. Are you telling me you don't know what he's been doing?"
"I was asleep, wasn't I? Are you deliberately picking a fight with me?"
"Isn't that what I'm doing?"
"You damn fatty! I'll beat you to death!"
"Come on. You think I'm afraid of you?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
The two cats started wrestling again.
As for Chronoa, she knew this wasn't the place to discuss the secret of the crack.
But from Gran's few words, she could already tell that there probably wasn't any major problem behind it.
That was enough for her.
"I'll tell you after the Universal Martial Arts Tournament ends," Gran said calmly.
"Okay. You take care of your business first."
Chronoa gestured for Gran to go handle his own affairs.
As for herself, she had no intention of leaving this timeline yet.
She wanted to stay and watch this grand tournament as well.
"Whis, how much longer until the preliminary selection ends?"
Gran turned toward Whis.
Whis exchanged a glance with Vados before slowly answering,
"Probably another half a day."
"Good. Then we'll wait another half a day."
There were plenty of chairs on the observation platform.
After Gran led Broly and the others to their seats, the other Gods of Destruction followed and sat down as well.
As for Beerus and Champa...
The two brothers were still wrestling with each other on the platform.
END OF CHAPTER
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