The Return of the Supreme One

Beerus sat upon his throne in the boundless void of his domain, surrounded by the infinite expanse of existence itself. It was time.

Time to return.

Time to remind the Old World of the truth.

He was the Supreme One. The first and the last. The beginning and the end. Everything existed beneath him.

His golden eyes gleamed with an unknowable depth as he turned his gaze to his ever-loyal attendant.

"Whis, we are leaving."

Whis, who had long known this moment would come, smiled. "Of course, Lord Beerus."

At his side stood his wives—Velzar, Erza, Zerna, Delta, Beta, and Sigma. Each of them radiated unfathomable power, goddesses in their own right, but they knew their place beside the One Above All.

As Beerus rose, the fabric of reality trembled. The very laws of the universe parted before his will.

With a single step, he tore open a path beyond time and space, leading them to the Palace of Zeno.

And so, they left.

Zeno's Palace.

An endless realm of pure energy, a place that had existed since the dawn of the current multiverse. A place where reality itself bent to the whims of a child.

And yet, as Beerus and his entourage arrived, something changed.

The palace, which had once stood as a symbol of ultimate authority, shook.

The moment Beerus stepped foot inside, it was no longer the same.

Something greater had entered.

The Grand Priest was already there, waiting as if he had sensed them coming. He floated before them, his expression calm, but his presence tense.

Yet, the instant he laid eyes upon them—upon Beerus, the Supreme One, and his wives—his composure wavered.

Something deep within him stirred.

A primal instinct.

One that told him to kneel.

He ignored it for now. But he knew.

He had never felt this before.

Taking a breath, he spoke. "Lord Beerus, this is a surprise. You have been absent for so long. And… who are these women?"

Before Beerus could answer, Whis stepped forward, his tone light yet deliberate.

"These, Father, are the wives of Lord Beerus—Velzar, Erza, Zerna, Delta, Beta, and Sigma."

For a brief moment, silence fell upon the Grand Priest.

He stared, processing Whis' words.

Then, he did something unprecedented.

He blinked.

"...Wives?" he repeated, as if the very concept was foreign to him.

The Beerus he knew had lived for countless eons, feared by many, yet uninterested in companionship.

And yet, before him stood six divine beings, each an extension of the Supreme One's will.

But before the Grand Priest could ask anything more, Beerus moved forward.

A single step.

That was all it took.

The moment Beerus took a step forward, the entire palace trembled.

But it was not destruction.

It was not chaos.

It was something purer.

Something absolute.

The very concept of existence itself recognized him.

A force so immense, so overwhelming, that reality bowed before it.

The Grand Priest, the second-most powerful being in the known multiverse—felt his knees buckle.

No.

This was impossible.

He had never bowed to anyone. Only to Zeno. Not to any other god.

And yet—he was kneeling.

Without choosing to.

Without even understanding why.

His mind raced. Why was his body doing this?

Why was reality itself bending to Beerus' presence?

And then, the realization hit him.

Because this was not power.

This was authority.

True, undeniable, eternal supremacy.

He lifted his head, staring up at Beerus, his voice quieter than he intended.

"What… are you?"

Beerus tilted his head slightly.

There was no arrogance in his gaze.

No pride.

Only truth.

"I am the Supreme One."

The words alone sent a ripple through the multiverse.

"The One and Only ."

The stars trembled.

"The Absolute."

Silence.

The Grand Priest's breath caught in his throat.

Everything he had ever known, every structure of power he had believed in—shattered.

Because he understood now.

Zeno was never the true ruler.

He was merely a placeholder. A child left in charge of a throne that was never his.

And now, the true ruler had returned.

A sudden, high-pitched voice cut through the silence.

"Beerus! Yay! Beerus is back!"

The two Zenos appeared before them, floating with childlike excitement.

They clapped their hands, grinning.

But then, they met Beerus' gaze.

And froze.

Their smiles vanished.

Their childlike innocence shattered.

Because in that moment, they remembered.

They remembered something buried deep within their being.

Something they had forgotten.

A memory of who Beerus truly was.

A memory of what he could do.

And for the first time since the birth of creation, Zeno felt fear.

He staggered backward.

Velzar smirked. "It seems even your so-called Omni-King remembers his place."

Zerna chuckled. "How amusing. The one who erases on a whim is shaking in fear."

The Grand Priest saw it now.

The way Zeno's very essence recoiled.

The way the multiverse itself recognized its true ruler.

Beerus raised a hand.

And the laws of reality bent.

But he did not erase anything.

He did not need to.

Because his presence alone had rewritten the truth.

There was no longer any debate.

The Old Order had crumbled.

A new era had begun.

Velzar stepped beside Beerus. "Shall we erase them?"

Beerus smirked. "No. There is no need to erase what is already beneath me."

And with that, the Age of the Supreme One began.

The two mysterious guards who had always stood by Zeno's side, silent and unshakable, were frozen in place.

These beings, whose power was unknown, whose very existence had never been questioned, could not move.

Not because they chose not to.

Because they could not.

The moment Beerus' divine presence filled the throne room, the very concept of resistance ceased to exist.

They felt it deep within their essence.

Even if they tried to fight it, even if they willed their bodies to move—they wouldn't.

Because before the Supreme One, all things bowed.

Step.

Beerus continued forward.

The sound of his footstep echoed like a divine decree.

The universe itself seemed to pause, as if holding its breath.

Step.

With each movement, the weight of existence bent further to his will.

Then, he reached the throne.

Zeno's throne.

No.

His throne.

With absolute calm, Beerus sat upon it.

And the multiverse itself acknowledged the truth.

There was no longer an Omni-King.

There was only the Supreme One.

Seated upon the throne, Beerus gazed down upon them.

Zeno—once feared by all, now trembling like a frightened child.

The Grand Priest—on his knees, his mind struggling to comprehend the truth.

The two guards—paralyzed, unable to even lift their heads.

There was nothing left to question.

Beerus had no need to declare himself. Reality itself had done it for him.

Finally, he spoke.

"Grand Priest."

The Grand Priest flinched at his name.

And yet, here he was.

Kneeling.

"Summon them all."

The Grand Priest hesitated, but he already knew what Beerus meant.

"Summon…?" he asked, his voice unsteady.

Beerus leaned forward slightly, resting his arm on the throne.

"Every god. Every angel. Every being that governs creation. The Gods of Destruction. The Angels. The Supreme Kais. The Lords of Creation."

His golden eyes burned with authority.

"All of them. Now."

The command was not merely spoken.

It was.

The moment the words left Beerus' mouth, they became law.

The Grand Priest felt it ripple through existence, spreading across all universes, reaching every divine being.

There was no resisting it.

There was no choice.

The Supreme One had spoken.

And so, they would come.

The Grand Priest's head was bowed, but his mind was racing.

This… this wasn't supposed to be possible.

For eons, he had served Zeno. He had believed, without question, that Zeno was the highest authority.

But now, with just one command, one presence, Beerus had undone all of that.

It was not merely power.

It was something beyond that.

Zeno had been powerful, yes. But his power was chaotic, childish, like a reckless force of nature.

Beerus was different.

His power was pure. Absolute. Inevitable.

The Grand Priest clenched his fists.

If Beerus willed it, he could erase everything—all realities, all gods, all existence—with a mere thought.

And yet, he had not.

He had simply sat on the throne.

And all of existence had bowed.

Taking a deep breath, the Grand Priest lifted his head slightly.

"As you command, Supreme One."

He lifted his hand and spread his divine energy across the multiverse.