Jack POV
The Tournament of Power had just begun.
And the plan?
Yeah. That lasted about ten seconds.
Goku and Vegeta had already dashed off to fight whoever looked strongest. The rest of the team split up soon after, chasing their own battles.
Me?
I stayed in the center of the arena, leaning back against a chunk of broken rock.
If someone came at me, I'd swat them out of bounds with a single punch. Simple.
So far, I'd eliminated five fighters from different universes.
Effortlessly.
Honestly? I hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Jack! What are you doing? Why aren't you fighting?!" Lord Beerus shouted from the stands.
I glanced up at him lazily.
"The tournament started like… ten minutes ago," I said. "I'm letting the others have their fun before I wipe everyone out and wish the universes back."
"Don't be a fool!" Beerus snapped. "You could be caught off guard! These mortals have tricky techniques! Eliminate them all now, that's an order!"
I waved him off.
"Relax, Lord Beerus. I'll handle it later."
Beerus growled, clearly unhappy.
"Oh my," Champa mocked from his side of the arena. "The great Lord Beerus can't even control his own mortal."
"Don't be too cocky, Champa!" Beerus barked. "You know Jack is stronger than anyone on your team! In fact, he's the strongest mortal in this tournament!"
Belmod chuckled darkly. "Don't make me laugh. That mortal is nowhere near Jiren."
Beerus smirked. "Is that so? Then humor me. Sense his energy. Compare it to Jiren's."
Belmod frowned, but he did it.
So did his angel.
They locked eyes with me.
I stared right back.
It only took a second.
Their expressions shifted from confidence… to surprise… to outright horror.
I just looked away.
After this tournament, I was going home. So I figured I'd enjoy the chaos while it lasted.
"Every Pride Trooper, listen carefully!" Belmod's voice boomed across the entire arena.
The fighting slowed as everyone looked toward Universe 11.
"The mortal known as Jack from Universe 7 is the greatest threat in this tournament. I order all of you, attack him at once. Do whatever it takes to eliminate him. If he remains, victory is impossible!"
The arena erupted in shock.
I sighed.
I could already feel dozens of power signatures shifting toward me.
"Well," I muttered, rolling my shoulders, "I really wanted to take it easy at the start…"
Energy began to rise around me.
"…Guess the tournament's over."
I clenched my fists.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A massive shockwave exploded outward from my body, ripping through the battlefield. Smaller fighters were blown back instantly. Cracks spiderwebbed across the arena floor.
My muscles expanded, bulking up as power flooded every cell. My hair shifted, burning into a deep crimson red. A blazing red aura ignited around me, violent and unstable.
The shirt I was wearing shredded apart as my chest expanded to its peak form.
And there, glowing bright against my skin. A red omega symbol burned at the center of my chest.
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The air trembled.
The gods fell silent.
Every single God of Destruction felt it.
My power.
The fighters felt it too.
For a brief moment, the entire arena froze. Battles stopped mid-strike. Heads turned. Eyes widened.
Then, like a swarm reacting to a predator, dozens of fighters rushed toward me at once.
I didn't move.
I crossed my arms.
When about ten of them got close enough, I flexed.
A violent shockwave exploded outward from my body, tearing across the arena floor. Every single one of them was blasted away instantly, launched straight out of bounds.
And then I moved.
Blinding speed.
I became a red streak tearing across the battlefield. One punch. One kick. One chop. Every strike precise. Every movement efficient.
I didn't touch my teammates.
I didn't touch Jiren.
Everyone else?
Gone.
It took ten seconds.
Ten.
When I stopped, the arena was silent.
Utterly silent.
Only Universe 7… and Jiren remained.
The Grand Priest's voice echoed across the void.
"Universes 2, 3, 4, 6, and 8 have been eliminated and will now be erased."
The Zenos raised their hands.
A blinding white light flashed, and just like that, they were gone. Now it was just us. I turned my attention to Jiren and began walking toward him.
His face was composed, as always, but I could feel it.
He was nervous.
Maybe even afraid.
I stopped a few feet in front of him.
"Why did you spare me?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, why?!" Beerus shouted from the stands. "You could have ended this instantly!"
I ignored him.
"No real reason," I said calmly. "I just wanted to talk."
"…Talk?" Jiren repeated, confused.
"Yes. Tell me something. Do you believe every being is the same?"
"Of course not," he answered immediately.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I have lived long enough to see thousands of lives," Jiren said. "Evil people. Good people. Selfish ones. Brave warriors. Cowards. No two are alike. There is no such thing as identical souls, here or in any reality."
I smiled faintly.
"How interesting," I said. "Then why don't you trust anyone?"
He didn't answer.
"I know you were betrayed," I continued. "But the Pride Troopers… they trusted you. They fought beside you. They believe in you."
Something shifted in his eyes.
It clicked.
"Keep that in mind," I said softly.
Then I vanished.
I reappeared directly in front of him and threw a single punch.
It connected cleanly.
Jiren was launched backward, across the arena, and out of bounds in an instant.
Silence.
Universe 11 had fallen.
After Universe 11 vanished, the Grand Priest floated down beside me.
"Jack of Universe 7," he said calmly, "for eliminating the most opponents, you have earned the right to use the Super Dragon Balls."
The massive orbs began to glow.
A colossal golden dragon manifested across the void, its eyes blazing with ancient power.
"State your wish," the Grand Priest said. "It may be anything your heart desires."
Both Zenos drifted closer, staring at me with childlike curiosity.
"Yes," one of them said.
"Anything," the other added.
"Well," I muttered, scratching the back of my head, "that's not ominous at all."
I took a breath.
"But I already know what I want."
I looked up at the dragon.
"I wish for all the erased universes to be restored. Every single one."
The void went quiet.
"Are you certain?" the Grand Priest asked.
"Are you really sure?" the Zenos echoed.
"Yes," I said without hesitation. "Without a doubt."
And honestly? I knew what would happen if I didn't. If I wished for something selfish… they would've erased everything. So yeah, probably not a good idea to ask for a giant party or something.
The Grand Priest turned to the dragon and spoke in a language older than time itself.
Golden light swallowed the arena.
When it faded, the Super Dragon Balls were gone.
And I knew.
My wish had been granted.
The universes were back.
My power receded, and I returned to my normal form.
A few hours later
After the chaos of the Tournament of Power, we all went back to Earth.
And we celebrated.
There was food everywhere. Laughter. Music. Even Beerus was in a good mood. We ate until we couldn't move and drank until we probably shouldn't have.
It felt… normal.
And I almost wished I didn't have to leave.
"This has been fun, guys," I said, raising my drink. "Seriously. I'm grateful I got to spend these months with all of you."
The mood shifted.
Quiet.
"I kind of wish I could stay."
No one spoke at first.
Then Goten said what everyone was thinking.
"Jack… you're going back home, aren't you?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I think it's time. I've been here longer than I should've."
"Will we ever see you again?" Trunks asked.
I hesitated.
"I don't know. I might be able to visit once in a while. But my siblings and I? We're going to be busy."
Trunks' eyes watered slightly."Can't you just… not go?"
"Trunks!" Vegeta snapped. "We all knew this day would come. Jack has responsibilities, to his family, to his world. We cannot ask him to abandon that."
"…Right. Sorry," Trunks muttered.
"It's okay," I said softly. "I don't want to go either. But I miss my siblings. And I know Kai and Hope miss me."
Goku grinned at me."Well, whatever happens, if you ever need help in your world, just ask. I'd love to fight over there sometime."
I laughed. "I know I can count on you for that."
After a few more minutes of eating, joking, and pretending it wasn't goodbye…
I stood.
The Multiverse Gun rested at my side. A bag hung over my shoulder, filled with blueprints and books. Popo and Dende had written detailed instructions on creating Dragon Balls and some other things, I made sure to store those carefully.
One by one, they came up to me.
Handshakes. Hugs. Nods.
Even Vegeta gave me a firm, respectful look.
I stepped back.
They all waved.
I raised the Multiverse Gun.
"See you around," I said.
And with a flash, I was gone.
Kai POV
It's been about six weeks.
And surprisingly… everything's been going well.
Hermione is finally almost done healing. The damage to her body was severe—dark magic had practically torn her apart from the inside. She had to spend the entire six weeks in the healing chamber just to stabilize completely.
I don't know how she's going to react when she wakes up.
But I'll be there.
The rest of the team has been adjusting better than I expected. Even the Z-team recruits did well. All of them passed my evaluation tests, with decent scores. They've officially been placed at B-rank.
Robert and Chase stand out the most.
Those two? They're real heroes.
They've even gained some recognition recently. Not fame they were chasing, but the kind that follows good work.
Chase now has a stabilizing device Hope built for him. It prevents his powers from accelerating his aging. He might not be the fastest person on Earth anymore, but he's still fast enough to matter.
And then there's my latest project.
The Devil Fruit experiment is finally complete.
I successfully created multiple artificial fruits, cleanly fused and stabilized. No visible defects. No energy leakage. I'm planning to hand them over to Hope so she can run a full series of tests and confirm they're safe for consumption.
I'm confident they are.
But with powers like that?
Confidence isn't enough.
Better to be certain.
Hope's been doing exceptionally well.
Her weapons systems and defensive tech contracts with the government have expanded rapidly. They officially approved her prison initiative. The facility, and the Null Void extension, are fully operational now. She has legal authority to detain enhanced criminals there.
For now, she's using the Iron Legion as primary security.
But she's also been collecting high-end vehicles and modifying them heavily. She mentioned she plans to integrate the AllSpark into certain systems soon, most likely for autonomous, sentient-level prison security.
We don't have many inmates yet.
And we're not accepting regular criminals.
Hope is focused strictly on supervillains, people with powers or enhanced abilities. We've detained a few already. Nothing major. In my opinion, they're relatively weak, but they qualify.
Better to establish the system now before the real threats start showing up.
Right now, I'm in my personal dimension, inside the Forge Room.
I've started a new project.
I'm attempting to recreate the Sword of Power.
Not a replica.
A reimagined version.
It'll function like the original, channeling immense transformative power—but instead of being tied to Castle Grayskull…
It'll be bound directly to me.
To my magic.
To my will.
If I'm going to create something like that, it won't draw from some ancient throne of power.
It'll draw from mine.