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In the vastness of space—
A dying planet spun quietly toward its end.
Endless wars had long been its heartbeat. Smoke, fire, and the stench of death had become the air its people breathed.
Then, a god descended.
Her arrival was the final punctuation mark to a world beyond saving.
The God of Destruction—A deity whose duty was to obliterate planets to maintain balance in the universe.
That was the mission the cosmos had bestowed upon her.
"Destruction."
The voice that echoed across the planet was soft and young, yet cold and emotionless.
Every living being froze.
Even the two sides locked in brutal warfare suddenly stopped fighting, gazing up in unspoken awe.
Through the torn sky, violet light spread like an aurora, painting the heavens in a hauntingly beautiful hue.
Moments later, that same purple light bled into the earth below. Every creature found its body wrapped in a thin, luminous veil of violet energy. A deep, instinctive fear took hold of them all.
"Did we… anger the gods?"
Someone whispered, trembling.
It was a question that might as well have been the planet's dying words.
The ground began to crumble, the sky dimmed, and the violet energy devoured everything it touched—grinding, erasing, consuming until nothing remained.
In just a few seconds, the planet was gone.
"Yeah… not exactly the kind of job you grow to love."
In the cold vacuum of space, the girl who had caused it all watched the last traces of the planet fade away.
Her long white hair floated freely around her shoulders. She wore clothing reminiscent of an Egyptian pharaoh—formal, regal, and a little solemn.
She lowered her hand, and the purple energy swirling in her palm quietly dispersed.
"Time to move on."
With a soft sigh, her figure shimmered and vanished from the universe.
The Realm of Destruction Gods.
At the edge of the universe, within a realm detached from space and time, the girl lay sprawled lazily on a soft patch of grass.
Gone was the ornate pharaoh's outfit—now she wore a light white camisole dress, simple and airy, giving her the look of an ordinary girl next door.
"Twenty years…" she muttered, counting on her fingers.
It had been twenty years since she'd transmigrated into the Dragon Ball universe—born as a Saiyan princess named Rose.
Ten years ago, her planet exploded, and she somehow crossed from Universe Seven into this one.
There, she was found by the previous God of Destruction, who brought her to this realm and made her his apprentice.
Five years ago, she officially succeeded him, becoming the new God of Destruction. Her appearance hadn't changed since.
As for the whole "gender swap during transmigration" thing? She barely cared.
Honestly, who would? When you wake up in a world where planets explode like firecrackers and a sneeze could kill you, gender kind of drops down the priority list.
In a place where a single wave of her hand could erase a planet, power was all that mattered.
"I wonder if Ginyu's still alive."
Even after all this time, Rose couldn't forget that guy's ridiculous habit of rage-quitting every time he lost a fight.
Then again, if Ginyu hadn't gone nuts and blown up the planet, her chat group system probably wouldn't have activated, she wouldn't have been sent to this universe, and she definitely wouldn't be a God of Destruction now.
At the final moment of her planet's destruction, the chat group system had saved her life—transporting her across universes. But ever since then, it had been stuck in "loading" mode.
All these years later, even as she rose from apprentice to full-fledged god, the damn thing still hadn't finished loading.
"Seriously, how long does it take to boot up a chat app?"
Then suddenly—
[Ding——]
[Chat Group loaded successfully.]
"Huh???"
Rose shot upright, eyes wide.
Did she just hear that right?
After twenty years of doing absolutely nothing, the system finally decided to wake up?
[Ding, inviting members…]
[Ding! Member 'Old Age Spots' has joined the chat group.]
[Ding! Member 'Tragic Shrine Maiden' has joined the chat group.]
[Ding! Member 'I'm Not a Spider' has joined the chat group.]
Three notifications popped up in quick succession.
Rose opened the group interface, skimming through the features before her gaze landed on the three new names.
"Wow. Weird nicknames, all of them."
Including herself, there were now four avatars lit up in the chat.
Rose typed a message.
[World's Number One Princess: Hey, anyone here? If you can hear me, say something! I'm Rose, the group owner—uh, guess my nickname's kinda weird too.]
She hesitated.World's Number One Princess?…Well, technically, she was a princess in this world.
She waited. No reply.
Then—
[Ding! Member 'Old Age Spots' has died.]
"…"
Rose stared blankly at the screen.
And then—
[Ding! Member 'I'm Not a Spider' has died.]
[Ding! Member 'Tragic Shrine Maiden' has died.]
"…"
Rose froze. Three deaths. Instantly.
She looked up at the sky in disbelief, black lines forming across her forehead.
"System, what the hell? You're not recruiting members—you're sending out death notices!"
[Ding, sending death playback to group owner.]
Three video files appeared in the group's attachment folder.
"Oh, how considerate," Rose muttered dryly. "Comes with playback too."
She clicked the first video.
A dimly lit cave appeared on screen.
An old man sat there—skin wrinkled, hair long and gray, his breathing weak and ragged.
"Obito… until I return, you will walk the earth as Uchiha Madara…"
The frail elder stood up shakily, voice hoarse but firm.
"Use your eyes to witness this world of despair. Only the Infinite Tsukuyomi can save it!"
With a harsh rip, he severed the tubes connecting him to the Gedo Statue—the very machine keeping him alive.
"Cough… cough…"
Without its support, his life ebbed rapidly. His body weakened, slumping to the ground.
In his fading consciousness, he saw flashes of memory—two boys sitting on a cliff, talking about peace and the future.
"Hashirama… after your death, there have been three great ninja wars. The tailed beasts you scattered only fueled more slaughter…"
"You were wrong, Hashirama!"
[Ding, strong emotional signal detected. Invitation sent to join chat group.]
"Who's there?"
The sudden voice startled him, scattering what little consciousness remained.
[Ding, your consciousness is fading. For safety, you will be forcibly added to the chat group.]
[Ding, congratulations! You have joined the chat group.]
The playback ended.
Rose rubbed her temples.
"So… the system's inviting people who are literally about to die? That's your big recruitment strategy?"
She sighed and clicked the second video.
"Huh? That's… a weird angle."
A classroom appeared on screen. Students sat attentively, listening to the teacher.
But the image itself was distorted—like watching through a funhouse mirror. The perspective was tilted, warped.
"Is this person… hanging from the ceiling?"
She glanced at the username.
"'I'm Not a Spider'… oh. So, they really are a spider."
Before she could think more, a massive boom erupted—an explosion consuming the entire classroom in blinding light.
"Yeah, that was… abrupt. Probably blew up."
Definitely not a gas leak—that kind of explosion screamed "fantasy world disaster."
Another ding sounded, confirming her suspicion.
"Of course. Dying right after joining. Figures."
Finally, she opened the last video.
A woman in a white-and-red shrine outfit stumbled forward, her body covered in wounds. Her once-pure robes were soaked crimson around the chest where claws had torn through.
"A priestess guarding the Shikon Jewel, huh?" Rose murmured, recognizing the face.
Minute by minute, the woman's life faded. When the last flicker of consciousness disappeared, the playback ended.
Then the system spoke again.
[Ding, all members deceased. Activating emergency protocol—initiating soul binding.]
[Soul binding complete.]
[Ding, Uchiha Madara, Kumoko, and Kikyo have rejoined the chat group.]
Rose blinked at the screen.
"Oh. Great. Now it's a ghost chat group."
"....."