novelraw Chapter 137 - 137
Chapter 137 - 137
Everyone present drew in a sharp breath.
All eyes fell on Aishi, now filled with a hint of awe.
He just pepsi'd a God of Destruction?
Right in front of an Angel?
Savage!
How was that any different from slapping the law enforcer in the face?
Angel Campari's expression turned stormy as he snapped his gaze toward Aishi.
"You human… do you have a death wish?!"
Human?
Aishi frowned, then relaxed. Prejudice was a mountain in the heart.
Even though he was the God of Destruction of Time, and the ki around him was pure divine power, some would still look at him through a fixed lens.
After all, in every outward aspect, Aishi did look more "human."
He didn't dwell on it. Call him a god or a human—either way was fine.
A title was just a title. Why fuss?
To him, being human or being a god… wasn't what mattered.
Power was what mattered.
With power, even if humans weren't gods, they could still become gods.
With power, couldn't humans rewrite the rules and place human above god?
So, there was no need to fuss.
Only strength was king.
Aishi looked at Campari, calm as still water.
"Wanna try me?"
As he spoke, his aura surged upward like a rocket—
Campari let out a cold laugh. He knew Saiyans.
So what?
How strong could he get?
Stronger than him? Impossible.
Smirking, Campari watched, intent on letting Aishi finish transforming—
then crushing his invincible dream with a single strike.
But then—suddenly!
A vast divine pressure crashed down on him, and in the blink of an eye—
With a crisp thud, his knees hit the floor. Campari was forced to kneel directly toward Aishi.
"What?!"
Everyone jolted in shock.
Who did that this time?
Aishi paused, reined in his aura, and looked to Cus.
Cus met his eyes and smiled slightly—Don't be angry.
Reading her lips, Aishi nodded with a faint grin.
Seeing Cus intervene, Whis, Vados, and Marcarita couldn't help feeling a secret thrill.
Marcarita suddenly froze.
Why was she thrilled?
If Aishi got hit, shouldn't she be happy?
Her head swam—she felt like she was absolutely falling!
Angel Campari's face was ugly; his body couldn't move.
It felt like an entire universe pressed down on his shoulders.
He looked toward Cus, cursing in his heart, but he still forced a smile onto his face.
"Big sis, what is the meaning of this?"
He wouldn't dare scold Cus. If his temper was bad, hers was legendary.
When Cus got truly angry, he wouldn't even know how he died.
Though it sounded like an exaggeration, it really wasn't—Cus would beat him half to death.
Cus's tone stayed flat.
"I warned you just now, didn't I?"
Campari's face tightened. "But—"
Cus said coolly:
"Father laid down the rule: no angel may, under any form or pretext, interfere with a God of Destruction's decisions!
Did you forget?
Or do you need me to help you remember?"
Campari blanched and plastered on a grin.
"No need, no need. I realize my mistake!"
"Good." Cus's voice didn't change.
"Go copy the Divine Code a hundred thousand times—by hand.
If I find a single wrong character, or anything not written by you yourself… you'll see what happens."
Campari: "…"
Copy the Divine Code?
Was that thing even written for people to read?!
A single volume stood a meter tall—copy it a hundred thousand times?!
He hesitated, then gritted his teeth—
Cus's eyes slid toward him. "Hmm?"
Campari swallowed hard.
"I'll copy. I'll copy it!!!"
Inwardly, he cursed.
Damn it, what's with this woman today?!
Aishi gave Campari a brief look and said nothing.
His mind was already working again.
After that little episode, every god became very, very honest—
Heads down, voices low.
A ruthless rainbow man, and a ruthless punishment queen.
Make a move? Not a chance.
With Aishi and Cus watching, the selection process finally proceeded normally.
Beerus got up, face ashen.
Twice now!
This would be repaid—by Ultra Instinct if necessary!
He glowered at the other Gods of Destruction.
"Can you listen to me now?!"
His hoarse voice sent a shiver through the crowd.
With what just happened, everyone knew—if Beerus started swinging, nobody would step in to save them.
Champa jumped in to cooperate.
"Of course, of course. Boss, go ahead!"
Beerus shot Champa a glance, then spoke in a deep voice:
"I don't think this tournament will be as simple as it looks… Gains and losses—you should all understand that.
So I propose… our picks should at least be at God of Destruction tier!"
God of Destruction tier!
The gods all frowned.
Liquiir looked at Beerus.
"What do you mean by 'gains and losses'?"
"The prize is that generous," Beerus replied, voice low.
"You think there's no price?"
A price?
Come to think of it—yeah.
A "super mysterious grand prize"?
In reverse, wouldn't that mean a super price?
Faces changed. They truly hadn't considered that.
Beerus continued:
"So I say, we only pick the strong. Not by universe. Not by name."
Only the strong, not the banner.
Heads began to nod around the circle.
Quitela looked at Beerus.
"Then say it. How do we do this?"
Beerus turned toward the Gods of Destruction of Universes 1, 5, 8, and 12.
"If I remember right, the average human civilization level in your four universes is currently 7 or above, yes?"
The four Gods of Destruction nodded.
"Correct."
"Then I'll be blunt," Beerus said.
"We only pick fighters at God of Destruction tier. If they haven't stepped into it, we don't take them. Do you have such fighters?"
Do you have any?
Three of the four Gods of Destruction stiffened.
Have?
We wish!
Their averages were high, sure—but if they truly had those fighters, would they be this unconfident?
Beerus gave them a glance and said nothing, mind already made up.
Then he looked at Arack, eyes narrowing.
"Arack. You do, don't you?"
Arack smiled faintly.
"Do you even need to ask?"
His eyes went to the figure beside Beerus.
"Not as strong as the one standing next to you… but better than the ones behind you who can't be put on the table."
Arack turned and called to his own ranks.
"Yunling—step forward."
A figure approached: a tall, willowy woman in a loose white martial gi, fair-skinned and strikingly beautiful.
Her aura rolled out rich and deep—astonishingly strong.
Everyone couldn't help but look over.
Aishi's brows rose slightly.
There's a character like this in Dragon Ball?
He thought for a moment.
Now that he considered it… Whis had once mentioned a mortal who surpassed a God of Destruction.
So this should be her, right?
Aishi studied Yunling.
Her ki—like exquisitely crushed gemstones—was made of countless fine, interlocking fragments of power.
But there was something else—something light.
Gentle.
He lifted his evaluation a notch.
Yes—she could make the cut.
(End of Chapter)
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