The tension in the air slowly eased, but the sense of power and potential didn't fade. Beerus, the God of Destruction, had tested me, and while I hadn't won by any conventional standards, something deeper had shifted between us.
He wasn't my enemy. Not yet. But he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. And that was exactly what I needed.
"So, what now?" I asked, standing tall and letting the energy around me simmer down to a manageable level. I hadn't fully unleashed myself yet. I wasn't sure if I even could without ripping the fabric of this world apart. There was power—immense power—inside me, but it wasn't just about raw destruction. Not anymore.
Beerus tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "You're not what I expected. You're more… controlled than I thought a mortal would be."
I couldn't help but smile. "I'm not a 'mortal' anymore. But I'm still learning about this world. And you're probably one of the best teachers I could ask for."
For a brief moment, Beerus' expression softened, his playful nature giving way to a more thoughtful look. "Hmph. Don't get ahead of yourself. There's a long way to go before you could even come close to being a match for me."
I nodded. I didn't need to hear that from him—I already knew it. But my confidence wasn't born from arrogance. It came from something deeper, something more fundamental. The power I had now, the knowledge that I could learn from everything around me, was something no one could take from me.
Beerus gave a small, dismissive wave, as though the conversation didn't matter anymore. "Fine. You want to learn? First lesson: survive. Second lesson: don't get cocky when facing people who are way out of your league."
I took a step back, half-smiling. "I'll keep that in mind. But I don't plan on just surviving. I'm here to thrive."
He didn't respond right away, his gaze moving upward as if distracted by some distant thought. Then, after a long pause, he spoke again, this time with a tone that felt a little more serious.
"There's something special about you," Beerus said, his voice low and contemplative. "But it's not just your power. It's your intentions."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Beerus glanced at me, his eyes glinting. "You're not out here to destroy. You're not just after power for the sake of it. You're after something more. And that's… rare."
I felt a flicker of something deep within me. Purpose. Was that it? Was I searching for more than just strength? Maybe. But I wasn't sure how to articulate it. I wasn't sure if even I knew what I was really after.
But I was starting to get the sense that this world—this universe—had a much larger role for me to play than I had ever imagined.
Beerus' smile returned, this time with a touch of something almost… curious. "I'll be watching you. But don't get comfortable. There are far greater challenges in this world than me."
My heart skipped a beat. Greater challenges? Could I really handle them?
Before I could respond, Beerus turned on his heel and started to walk away, his aura slowly dissipating. "Consider this your first lesson in humility. The universe isn't just filled with powerful beings, but with creatures beyond your comprehension. Stay humble, or you'll regret it."
And just like that, he vanished, leaving only the faintest trace of his energy in the air.
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The Next Day
I stood there, still processing the encounter, letting my senses extend outwards. My power—Rimuru's power—was still humming in the background, a constant, reassuring presence within me. It was an almost meditative feeling, but I knew I couldn't let myself get too comfortable. Beerus had made one thing clear: There was always someone stronger.
But that was the point, wasn't it? To keep challenging myself. To keep moving forward.
I could feel the ripples of energy all around me, from the slightest tremors in the earth to the distant auras of powerful beings. There was a lot of raw energy here, and it was practically begging to be explored.
My thoughts drifted back to the voice in my head—my connection to Rimuru's memories. "You are capable of so much more," it whispered. "You are no longer bound by the laws of this world. But with that power comes responsibility. What will you do with it?"
That was the million-dollar question. What would I do with this gift—or curse?
The possibilities were endless.
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Later That Day
I wandered through the city, absorbing the sights and sounds of this world. I had no clear idea of where I was supposed to go, but it didn't matter. For now, I was content just learning.
I passed by a group of people who were engaged in an intense conversation about the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament. The tournament was a staple in this world—a way for the strongest fighters to test their mettle. It sounded like an opportunity, one that could give me insight into how this world truly worked.
I had heard of this event before, through stories and legends. It was more than just a spectacle; it was a stage where warriors proved their strength. And maybe, just maybe, it was a place where I could find the answers I was looking for.
I approached the group, listening in.
"...Goku's entering this time, isn't he?" one man asked, a look of awe on his face. "The guy who fought with Vegeta? They say he's some kind of monster!"
Another nodded eagerly. "Yeah! And they say Goku can go beyond Super Saiyan now! He's been training with Whis, the Angel, right? If that's true, no one can touch him!"
Whis, the Angel? My curiosity piqued. So, Goku had taken his training to another level. I had heard of his incredible power before, but this sounded like something even more extraordinary.
Suddenly, a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
"I see you've heard about the tournament."
I turned, my senses instantly alert. Standing behind me was a man with long black hair and a confident smile. His aura was unlike anything I had felt before—calm, controlled, but undeniably powerful.
"You're… Goku?" I asked, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding in my chest. This was the man everyone was talking about. The warrior who had reached unimaginable heights.
He grinned, a spark of energy in his eyes. "That's me. You must be the one I've been hearing about. The one who faced off against Beerus and didn't fold under pressure."
I felt a slight tension in the air as he stepped closer, his energy spiking just enough to let me know he was more than ready to spar if need be.
"Goku," I said, sizing him up, "I think you and I need to have a little conversation."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What about?"
I smiled. "I think you're the first person here who might actually challenge me. Let's see if you live up to the hype."
And just like that, the gauntlet had been thrown down. Goku was a legend, but so was I now. And there was no turning back.
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