Beerus had arrived, and now the game had truly begun. The calm, almost playful aura around him was at odds with the destructive energy I could feel simmering beneath the surface. It reminded me of Rimuru's detached yet terrifying strength, like a predator pretending to be harmless.
But I wasn't sure what his intentions were. And I couldn't afford to underestimate him, no matter how powerful I had become.
"Lord Beerus," Vegeta said, his tone a little more formal now, "this… person here—he's something else entirely. I've never felt power like this before."
Beerus looked back at Vegeta, his eyes glimmering with mild amusement. "Is that so? Interesting." His gaze returned to me. "You, whoever you are, are not from this world, are you? You smell… different."
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. My scent? What was this guy even talking about? But something told me that this conversation wasn't going to go the way I expected.
"Well, technically, I'm not," I said, choosing to keep things casual. "But I'm not here to cause trouble… unless you make me."
Beerus raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my boldness. "That's a bold statement, little one. You must be confident in your abilities."
I smiled, fully aware of just how much power I had at my disposal, but choosing not to flaunt it. "Confidence is just part of the package. But if you're offering a fight... well, I'm game."
Beerus' eyes gleamed with the kind of challenge I had seen in powerful beings before. The same kind of excitement that meant the stakes were higher than I could possibly understand.
"Well then," Beerus said with a dangerous smile. "Let's see just what you can do, newcomer."
And with that, the world around us began to tremble.