Chapter 142: The Power of the Gods of Destruction, Trembling Deities!

Beerus' Planet.

Beerus lay on a tree branch, legs crossed, looking restless.

"Lord Beerus, you seem a bit anxious. Is something the matter?"

Whis looked up at Beerus and asked curiously.

Beerus clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Lord Kahn has officially taken over as the Grand God of Destruction, but he hasn't made any moves in the past few days. This waiting is torture!"

"Why? Isn't it better if there's no movement?"

Whis didn't quite understand his concern.

"Easy for you to say!"

Beerus suddenly sat up and said in a deep voice, "Whis, have you forgotten? Before Lord Kahn officially took office, he said he would deal with lazy and incompetent Gods of Destruction. It's been days, and he still hasn't acted—it's like the calm before a storm!"

One way or another, what's coming will come.

Now, Beerus actually wished Kahn would just make his move already. Each day of silence made the anticipation even worse.

After all, Beerus knew he was one of those "lazy" Gods of Destruction.

"I see," Whis said, smiling knowingly. "I heard Lord Kahn recently visited Planet Cereal, and after that, he's just been staying home."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Beerus blinked in confusion. "Could he have... forgotten about this?"

"Not necessarily."

Whis analyzed the situation: "Perhaps Lord Kahn isn't in a hurry to deal with the Gods of Destruction, or maybe... he's waiting for you all to change on your own."

Beerus' eyes widened. "Whis, you might be right!"

Thinking about Kahn's personality, Beerus felt there was a good chance he'd give them a chance to improve first.

Whis narrowed his eyes. "So, Lord Beerus, are you really going to just sit here? If you wait until Lord Kahn actually makes a move, it might be too late."

Hearing this, Beerus could no longer sit still.

He leapt down from the tree and said impatiently, "Whis! We're going out right now to investigate planets and destroy the ones that need to be erased!"

If he didn't start doing his job properly now, he might really lose his position.

At that moment…

A powerful, ethereal voice suddenly resonated across the skies of Beerus' planet.

"Angels of each universe, I am Zalama. The Grand God of Destruction, Lord Kahn, has issued an order. All Angels, gather your respective Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais immediately. Once assembled, I shall transport you to the Great Palace of Destruction."

"...It's over!"

Hearing Zalama's words, Beerus felt a cold sweat drip down his forehead.

Just moments ago, he was wondering why Kahn hadn't taken action yet—now, it was happening!

At the same time, the Angels across the universes received Zalama's message.

The Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais dared not delay and quickly gathered, preparing for the summoning.

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Great Palace of Destruction – Grand Hall

"The Gods have arrived."

With Zalama's ethereal voice echoing in the hall, the twelve Gods of Destruction, their respective Angels, and Supreme Kais were teleported into the vast chamber.

The twelve Gods of Destruction knelt on one knee, speaking in unison:

"Greetings, Lord Grand God of Destruction Kahn!"

"Greetings, Dragon God Zalama!"

The Angels of the twelve universes bowed slightly as a sign of respect toward Kahn and Zalama.

As the Gods of Destruction knelt, tension filled the hall.

This was Kahn's first official gathering of the Gods since taking office, and everyone knew something significant was about to happen.

They had all been anticipating this moment—now, it was a question of who would face the consequences first.

Kahn sat high on his violet-gold throne, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gathered deities.

A thick, oppressive atmosphere filled the chamber.

Kahn had not even spoken yet, but the Gods already felt an immense pressure bearing down on them.

The Gods of Destruction tensed, sweat forming in their palms.

Minutes passed in silence.

The tension in the hall reached its peak when Kahn finally spoke.

"Stand up. I can't talk to you all while you're kneeling like that."

The Gods exchanged glances, uncertain about Kahn's intent.

Was this a good sign? A bad one?

Regardless, there was no choice but to obey.

The First Universe's God of Destruction, Iwne, was the first to rise.

Seeing this, the others followed suit.

Once they were standing, Kahn continued.

"Today, I gathered you all to discuss the duties and responsibilities of a God of Destruction."

"The Tournament of Power wasn't that long ago—I trust you all remember it clearly."

The Gods nodded instinctively.

Of course, they remembered.

At that time, Zeno had decided to erase the eight lowest-ranking universes, and it was Kahn who convinced him to grant them a chance to survive.

Even though they had lost, it was Kahn's wish to Super Shenron that restored the erased universes.

In a way, Kahn was the savior of those eight universes.

"Good. Since you remember, I'll be blunt."

Suddenly, Kahn's expression turned cold.

"Do you remember why Zeno erased those universes? Do you understand why the strength and average mortal levels vary so drastically between universes?"

The Gods of Destruction remained silent, their expressions stiff.

They already had a feeling where this was going.

"I've evaluated the situation. While mortals bear some responsibility, the biggest factor is the incompetence of you Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais."

Kahn's sharp words cut through the hall like a blade.

"Some of you have done nothing but indulge in entertainment, surrounding yourselves with mortals, enjoying pleasures, and neglecting your duties as Gods of Destruction.

"You know who I'm talking about."

The Gods exchanged nervous glances.

No one dared to speak.

Then, Kahn's eyes locked onto the Eleventh Universe's God of Destruction—Vermoud.

"I'm talking about you, Vermoud."

A cold sweat broke out on Vermoud's face.

"Did you think I wouldn't know what goes on in Universe 11 just because I haven't visited?"

Hearing this, Vermoud's heart skipped a beat.

His already clown-like face twisted into something even uglier.