The Grand Minister scanned the crowd before speaking again.
"Grand Zeno is very satisfied with this tournament. Now, it is time to distribute the rewards."
The Grand Minister opened his right hand, and a scepter materialized within his grasp.
With a wave of the staff, seven Super Dragon Balls appeared in the World of Void, encircling the arena.
Those seeing them for the first time couldn't help but swallow hard. The Dragon Balls were the size of planets; just how massive would the Dragon itself be? It was beyond comprehension.
The Grand Minister began to chant the divine incantation, and the World of Void was instantly bathed in a brilliant golden light.
A massive pillar of gold shot into the sky, coalescing into the form of a gargantuan golden winged dragon. Its body seemed to span the entire void, and a thunderous voice echoed across the dimensions.
"I can grant you one wish. Any wish is within my power."
The Grand Minister turned his gaze back to the warriors of Universe 7. "Now then... what is your wish?"
The team members looked at one another. Finally, Vegito (Turles) stepped forward and spoke.
"Please restore the universes that were just erased to exactly how they were. Is that possible?"
Turles, knowing the true purpose behind the tournament, certainly wasn't going to make a mistake here. After all, the "test" was built into the very reward itself.
The Grand Minister's lips curled into a subtle smile. "Certainly. It is what you deserve. But are you sure, Mr. Vegito? You must realize that Super Shenron can grant any wish you desire."
Vegito nodded firmly. "I am certain, Grand Minister. That is my wish!"
The Grand Minister glanced over the other warriors of Universe 7. "And the rest of you? Do you agree?"
Goku, Vegeta, and the others nodded in unison. Seeing this, the Grand Minister looked at them with genuine appreciation. "You have done well."
He then relayed the wish to Super Shenron in the Divine Language.
The dragon's voice boomed once more. "Very well. Your wish is easily granted."
Super Shenron's eyes flashed with a crimson light. Instantly, all the erased universes—their gods, their warriors, and their civilizations—were restored.
Across the multiverse, beings looked at their own bodies in shock, unable to believe the miracle that had just occurred.
"The wish is granted. Farewell!"
Having fulfilled its duty, Super Shenron promptly departed. It was far too dangerous to linger near someone as unpredictable as Zeno or as terrifying as the Grand Minister. Its massive form dissolved, and the seven Super Dragon Balls transformed into streaks of light, scattering back between Universes 6 and 7.
"We... we've been resurrected?!"
"Hey, Vados! What's going on? Weren't we erased?"
Champa looked at his hands in disbelief before turning to his Angel.
"Hohoho. Universe 7 won the tournament, Lord Champa. Then, Mr. Vegito used the Super Dragon Balls to bring everyone back."
Hearing this, the gods of the other universes looked toward Vegito on the arena floor. "We really owe them a huge debt of gratitude."
Upon hearing his Angel's explanation, the rat-like God of Destruction, Quitela, froze for a moment before letting out a stubborn huff. "Beerus, don't think for a second this means I'll thank you!"
Beerus glanced over, clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, and promptly ignored him. The dismissal sent Quitela's face turning red with rage; if he weren't still terrified of the lazy cat's power, he would have charged over to settle the score then and there.
Universe 11 was in a similar state of shock. Knowing Universe 7 had been the one to bring them back, the Pride Troopers looked at the group on the stage with complicated expressions. They couldn't help but ask themselves: if they had won, would they have done the same?
Jiren, in particular, was shaken to his core. Putting himself in their shoes, he knew that if he had won, he would not have made that wish.
To restore the vanished universes... to bring back your rivals... what incredible strength of character...
A deep sense of respect for the warriors of Universe 7 began to take root in Jiren's heart—not just for their power, but for their integrity.
Then, a fresh fire of determination ignited in his eyes. "Vegito... one day, I will defeat you with my own two hands!"
"They truly are a remarkable group," Toppo admitted freely, expressing his sincere admiration for Universe 7.
Suddenly, the Grand Minister spoke again, his voice carrying weight. "I highly approve of your wish. You have passed the final trial."
Everyone present froze at those words.
The Grand Minister continued, "If your wish had been a selfish one, Grand Zeno would have erased all of you as well, winners included."
A cold shiver ran down the spines of every god and mortal in the arena.
"But in the end, you passed the test. With that, the Tournament of Power is officially over. Return to your universes and work hard. Grand Zeno was very pleased with this event and hopes you all continue to strive for excellence. Now, I shall send you home."
With a wave of his hand, everyone was instantly teleported back to their respective universes.
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Beerus stood there, looking somewhat dazed, before turning to Whis. "Whis... did the Grand Minister mean he might hold another tournament like this in the future?"
Whis chuckled. "It seems so, Lord Beerus. After all, Grand Zeno enjoyed himself immensely. As for when... I couldn't say."
"Terrific..."
"Alright, enough of that! To celebrate our victory, let's have a feast!" Bulma announced, taking charge in full hostess mode.
Before long, tables were piled high with gourmet delicacies. Beerus decided to stop worrying about the future; in his world, nothing was more important than good food!
Once everyone was full and the celebrations wound down, Beerus and Whis prepared to leave for Beerus' Planet, taking Broly with them. Having reached the "Angel Tier" of power himself, Beerus was ready to retire. He planned to train Broly properly to become the next—and strongest—God of Destruction.
The others headed back to their own homes. The Majin Buu currently controlled by the Grand Supreme Kai decided to travel with the Supreme Kai to the Sacred World of the Kai, which left Bulla incredibly grumpy. She felt like her favorite playmate had suddenly grown up and left her.
In her frustration, she turned her sights on young Trunks, giving him a thorough thrashing. Trunks, nursing his bruises, vowed to train harder than ever. He had to beat the "terrible Bulla" and show her he wasn't someone she could just push around!
As the guests departed, Turles suddenly froze as a voice echoed in his mind.
Beep! Congratulations, you have been invited to join the "Dimensional Chat Group."
Turles was genuinely stunned. Holy crap?? Is it really this exciting? A Dimensional Chat Group? Did one really just deliver itself to my doorstep?
He had been asking his System to look for one for a long time, but they had never found a trace. He had assumed they were rare, yet here one was, popping up right after the tournament.
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