The Summoning of the Gods

Across all the universes, every divine being felt it.

A force beyond comprehension, a summons that could not be ignored.

The Gods of Destruction, who had once ruled with arrogance, felt their very souls tremble.

The Angels, beings who had believed themselves untouchable, felt the weight of true divinity press upon them.

The Supreme Kais, the Gods of Creation, who shaped existence, felt their knees buckle.

And they all knew.

This was no ordinary summons.

This was a decree from the true ruler.

One by one, they gathered.

In the grand palace, space itself tore open as portals formed.

From every universe, from every realm, they arrived.

The Twelve Gods of Destruction.

The Twelve Angels.

The Supreme Kais.

The Lords of Creation.

Every divine being stood before the throne.

And the moment they laid eyes on Beerus, they knew the truth.

They had come expecting to see Zeno.

They had come expecting to see the Grand Priest.

Instead, they saw Beerus.

Seated upon the throne.

Zeno and the Grand Priest—kneeling before him.

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Then, they felt it.

That pure, absolute presence.

That divine force that made everything else feel meaningless.

Every instinct, every fiber of their being, told them the same thing.

They were beneath him.

A shiver ran through the Gods of Destruction. They had always thought themselves powerful.

Now, they understood.

They had never even glimpsed true power.

Beerus opened his eyes.

His golden gaze fell upon them.

And without hesitation—

They knelt.

All of them.

Every god, every angel, every being of creation.

They knelt before the Supreme One.

The vast, divine chamber—once a place of unshakable order—now trembled under a presence unlike anything before.

The Supreme Kais looked at each other in confusion.

The Gods of Destruction felt an unexplainable pressure weighing on their very souls.

Even the Angels, beings who had always believed themselves above all but Zeno, could feel the unmistakable truth pressing into their existence.

Zeno was kneeling.

The Grand Priest was kneeling.

It was something none of them could process. Zeno was the Omni-King—the highest power, the one who could erase anything with a flick of his fingers.

And yet, he knelt before Beerus.

How? Why? Who was he really?

And then, their eyes drifted to the figures standing beside him.

The Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais had never seen them before.

Standing beside Beerus, six women of unparalleled presence and power.

Each radiated a divine energy beyond anything they had encountered.

Who were they?

For the first time in their existence, the Gods of Destruction felt something alien—something they never thought they would experience.

Fear.

Not the fear of battle. Not the fear of losing.

The fear of the unknown.

They had always believed they understood the hierarchy of creation.

And yet, here was something—someone—far beyond that understanding.

Their thoughts were racing, their minds desperately seeking an answer.

Then, Beerus spoke.

"Rise."

The word was spoken gently, yet it carried the weight of an undeniable command.

At that instant, their bodies moved before their minds could even process it.

The Supreme Kais, the Gods of Destruction, the Angels—they all stood.

Not by their own will.

By his.

They looked at each other, realization dawning upon them.

This wasn't an order they had obeyed out of respect.

It was absolute law.

Just as gravity pulled objects down. Just as the stars burned in the cosmos.

When Beerus spoke, existence itself complied.

And then—

Beerus snapped his fingers.

The instant his fingers clicked, every God of Destruction, every Supreme Kai, every Angel—their minds were flooded.

It was not pain.

It was not forceful.

It was simply truth.

Truth that had been hidden from them for eons.

Truth that should have been obvious from the beginning.

The Gods of Destruction gasped, clutching their heads as the overwhelming realization crashed into them.

The Supreme Kais' eyes widened, trembling as the weight of what they had just learned shattered their previous beliefs.

Even the Angels, who had always thought themselves beyond the reach of change, felt something they never had before.

Doubt.

No.

Not doubt.

Certainty.

That they had been wrong.

The images, the memories, the knowledge surged through them all.

Beerus was the First.

Beerus was the Last.

There had never been anyone above him.

There never would be.

Zeno? He was never the highest. He was merely given the illusion of authority—a fragment of existence, allowed to play his role.

The Grand Priest? He had only been following a script unknowingly written by a force beyond his comprehension.

And now, the false order was stripped away.

The hierarchy they had known—destroyed in an instant.

There was only one truth.

Beerus.

The Ultimate One.

The Supreme One.

The Eternal Absolute.

Everything existed by his will.

The cosmos, the realms, time itself—all things moved as he desired.

If he wished it, entire realities would be unmade without a trace.

If he willed it, new worlds would be born.

They had believed in rules, in balance, in an order of creation.

But Beerus was beyond all of it.

Belmod, the God of Destruction of Universe 11, fell to his knees again.

His usual confidence, his arrogance—gone.

Quitela, the rat-like God of Destruction of Universe 4, trembled uncontrollably.

He had always sought power, always tried to manipulate situations to his advantage.

But now, he understood how foolish he had been.

Champa, Beerus' own brother, felt like a fool.

All those years arguing with Beerus, believing they were equals—

It had never been a contest.

Every single one of them… had been living a lie.

The Supreme Kais were even worse off.

Shin, the Supreme Kai of Universe 7, felt his very being shake.

He had always thought himself important, one of the highest divine beings.

Now, he realized—he was nothing compared to Beerus.

Even the Angels, the highest-ranking beings in the previous order, were struggling to keep themselves composed.

Whis, who had always known, simply smiled.

He had waited for this moment.

For them to finally understand.

The Grand Priest lifted his head, his expression unreadable.

For the first time, he was looking at the true ruler of all things.

His voice, once always calm and composed, was now uncertain.

"…This… This truth… It is undeniable…"

His mind, which had governed laws and maintained cosmic balance for eons, could not find a single argument against it.

Because it was not something that could be argued.

"…You are beyond all things."

His voice was barely a whisper.

Zeno, who had always been the center of the multiverse's authority, was silent.

Like a child who had just realized they were playing pretend.

Because that's all he had ever been.

A child. A placeholder.

Until the Supreme One returned to his rightful throne.

Seated upon the throne, Beerus' golden eyes glowed with divine authority.

He looked upon them all, the once-mighty gods who now understood their place.

"There is no need for false thrones anymore."

His voice was neither cruel nor kind.

It was simply absolute.

"From this moment onward, the balance of creation will no longer be dictated by illusion."

His gaze swept over them.

"Now that you know who I am...

...what will you do?"

The gods looked at one another.

None of them had an answer.

Not yet.