The Time a God of Destruction was reincarnated as a slime.

After the banquet, the joyous atmosphere began to subside as Beerus opened portals to send everyone back to their respective homes. The divine energy radiating from the portals reminded everyone of the sheer power and authority of the God of Destruction. As the guests departed, they carried stories of the legendary fight between Guy and Rudra, and the miraculous resurrection that followed. It would be a tale passed down through generations.

The World Moves On

In the years that followed, the world gradually returned to its chaotic balance. Despite Beerus's omnipotence, he chose not to involve himself in the affairs of mortals, allowing nations and individuals to determine their own fates. However, his very presence on Celesterra acted as a deterrent against any large-scale conflicts that could disrupt the natural order.

The humans, oblivious to the divine forces that loomed above them, continued their usual pursuits of power and ambition. Kingdoms rose and fell, alliances were forged and broken, and wars were fought over land and resources. Among the most notable was the rebuilding of Sarion, the country Milim had once destroyed. Now ruled by Elmesia, it had become a haven for elves, thriving under her wise leadership.

Draguel's nation, positioned next to Celesterra, enjoyed unparalleled security due to its close friendship with Beerus. Trade flourished, and the country became a cultural hub, benefiting from the proximity to Celesterra's entertainment and innovations.

The demon lords remained as strong as ever. Guy Crimson, now firmly reestablished as the strongest among them, took Beerus's advice to heart. He began to scrutinize the ranks of the Demon Lords, realizing there were too many who didn't truly deserve the title. "It's time to separate the strong from the weak," he thought, remembering Beerus's words.

Meanwhile, Ivarage, after decades of rigorous training, was appointed as the Guardian of Celesterra. Once timid and unsure, he now stood tall and proud, embodying the strength and discipline instilled in him by Beerus and the generals. His presence alone was enough to command respect and fear from anyone who dared to challenge Celesterra's sovereignty.

Beerus's Plans Take Shape

As the years passed, Beerus's focus shifted to more entertaining endeavors. Observing the world's continued fascination with combat, he conceived two grand tournaments that would reshape the balance of power and showcase the strongest warriors.

The Demon Lord Tournament

The first tournament was aimed at the Demon Lords and those aspiring to join their ranks. "There are too many weaklings wearing the title of Demon Lord," Beerus declared to Guy during one of their meetings. "It's time for a proper test. Those who fail will lose their titles, and only the strongest will remain."

Guy, ever eager for a good fight, grinned. "A chance to fight and prove myself again? Count me in. And if your generals are participating, it'll be even more exciting."

Beerus smirked. "My generals will join the fray, yes. If your so-called Demon Lords can't even stand up to them, they don't deserve the title."

The Kingdom Tournament

The second tournament was an even grander spectacle—a battle royale between nations. Each country would assemble a team of ten warriors to compete in a timed event. The country with the most surviving members at the end would win a single wish, granted by Beerus himself.

"This will give the nations a chance to prove their strength," Beerus explained to Velzar one evening as they dined together. "It's also a way to keep them in check. Let them focus their ambitions on something productive instead of plotting endless wars."

Velzar chuckled. "You truly enjoy shaking things up, don't you?"

Beerus leaned back with a grin. "It keeps things interesting."

Invitations Sent

One year before the Demon Lord Tournament, Beerus summoned Zerna and Erza. He handed them invitations imbued with his divine energy and tasked them with delivering them personally to all Demon Lords, powerhouses, and rulers of the world.

The invitations were works of art—golden scrolls that shimmered with celestial light. When touched, they projected a holographic image of Beerus himself, delivering the challenge: "To all those who call themselves Demon Lords, this is your chance to prove your worth. Only the strong shall remain."

The reaction was immediate.

Milim Nava practically jumped for joy, rushing to Celesterra to confirm her participation. "I can't wait to fight! Who will I face first? Can I fight all your generals, Beerus?" she asked, buzzing with excitement.

Luminous Valentine, on the other hand, was more reserved. "Another one of Beerus's schemes… But I can't afford to be left behind. I'll participate, but I won't underestimate anyone."

Clayman was filled with dread. "This could be my end… but maybe, just maybe, I can use this as an opportunity to gain favor."

Even Guy Crimson felt a spark of excitement. "Finally, a real challenge. Let's see if these so-called Demon Lords can keep up."

Meanwhile, the kings and queens of the world received their invitations to the Kingdom Tournament. Some were thrilled by the opportunity to showcase their nation's strength, while others were terrified of what failure might bring. The thought of Beerus granting a wish to the winner sent shivers down their spines.

The Stage is Set

Beerus selected one of the deepest floors of Ramiris's labyrinth as the arena for the tournaments. The floor was a marvel of design, containing multiple terrains: vast deserts, dense forests, icy tundras, and molten lava fields. Each terrain was crafted to challenge the participants' skills and strategies.

Ramiris, thrilled to have her labyrinth featured so prominently, worked tirelessly to enhance the viewing experience. Magic-powered projectors were installed in every country, allowing people worldwide to watch the battles unfold in real-time. Beerus even added a spell that allowed viewers to see each fighter's stats and skills during the matches.

Anticipation Builds

The announcement of the tournaments sent shockwaves through the world. People from all walks of life—commoners, adventurers, nobles, and warriors—buzzed with excitement.

Adventurers dreamed of witnessing the battles firsthand, while scholars speculated on the potential matchups.

Kings and queens debated how best to select their warriors, knowing that victory could elevate their nation to unprecedented heights.

Even the angels and dragons took an interest, curious to see how the mortal realm would handle such a monumental event.

Beerus Watches Over

As the world prepared, Beerus stood on the balcony of his palace, overlooking the lands below. Velzar joined him, her presence calming yet commanding.

"You've set the stage for something extraordinary," she said, leaning against the railing.

Beerus smirked. "The world needs to grow stronger, Velzar. This will push them to their limits—and it'll be entertaining to watch."