In one galaxy among millions, a planet echoed with bellowing screams and agonized cries. Blood stained the streets, buildings crumbled into rubble, and the ground trembled beneath relentless explosions of energy. Shockwaves rippled across the world as flashes of light erupted from a single point in the sky.

Floating high above the devastation were two mysterious figures.

They laughed.

They laughed while families were torn apart, while children lost their parents, while lovers watched one another perish. The desperate fled in every direction, but there was nowhere to run from the destruction these beings had unleashed. Those brave enough to resist were split in half, disintegrated, or snapped apart in the blink of an eye.

To any observer, it was genocide.

To them, it was purification.

A sacred cleansing of every mortal sin that had ever stained the universe.

"I hope we've finally gotten his attention..." one of them remarked.

"Oh, be patient," the other replied with a grin. "He'll show up eventually."

The two burst into manic laughter once more.

"Oh, you've definitely gotten his attention."

A woman's voice suddenly whispered beside them.

"Huh...?" One of them turned sharply toward the source.

"I can't believe he let you destroy trillions before taking action. But oh well..." the voice continued, growing louder. "Better late than never."

Both men immediately tensed.

From within the settling dust emerged the silhouette of a woman. Though they could see her standing there, neither could sense her presence. No ki. No aura. Nothing.

For the first time that day, they felt uneasy.

"At last," she said cheerfully, "I've finally met the infamous duo determined to purify the multiverse through genocide."

She took a few steps forward.

"The one who wished upon the Super Dragon Balls to steal the body of a strong, handsome Saiyan..."

Her glowing golden eyes shifted to the second figure.

"And the one who preserved his divinity through immortality, despite that dreadful mohawk."

A playful smile spread across her face.

"The same person, yet somehow not."

She pointed toward the Saiyan-bodied god.

"Although, I'll just call you Goku Black. That name suits you much better."

"You dare stand against us?!" Goku Black shouted. "What a foolish move for a mortal!"

"Not really."

The woman shrugged.

"I'm only here to deliver a message."

She clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head.

"I know exactly why you're committing this genocide. I know your intentions. I know every thought that led you here."

Her smile widened.

"It's actually quite brilliant."

A pause.

"And incredibly stupid."

Zamasu folded his arms.

"And why should we trust you?"

"I couldn't care less whether you trust me."

The woman casually produced a glowing scroll bathed in blue light.

"I'm merely a messenger acting on behalf of the Grand Priest and Great Zeno."

The moment they saw the seal upon the scroll, both men froze.

She wasn't bluffing.

"The Grand Priest and Great Zeno have summoned all Supreme Kais, Angels, and Gods of Destruction regarding the appointment of the new God of Destruction for Universe 10."

She unfurled the scroll and began reading.

"As this matter is of utmost urgency, this summons formally invites Supreme Kai-in-Training Zamasu and Goku Black to appear before the Omni-King three hours from the writing of this decree."

Silence followed.

Then she rolled up the scroll.

"I've also been instructed to provide transportation."

With a wave of her hand, a portal opened beside her, revealing a realm overflowing with divine energy.

"You may enter."

As quickly as she had appeared, she vanished into the smoke and flames of the ruined city.

The two stood staring at the portal.

"Are we..." Zamasu hesitated. "Finally about to grasp our dream?"

Goku Black gazed into the swirling gateway.

"This concerns Universe 10."

He stepped forward.

"We must go."

The two exchanged a glance and entered.

The moment they emerged on the other side, they found themselves in the Realm of the Omni-King.

Gods of Destruction, Angels, and Supreme Kais from every universe were already arriving. Divine beings filled the vast palace halls, their presence alone enough to overwhelm entire galaxies.

Ignoring the stares directed toward them, Zamasu and Goku Black proceeded toward the grand assembly hall.

An angel greeted them at the entrance.

"Sir Zamasu. Sir Goku Black. Please follow me."

The pair obeyed and were led to their assigned positions.

As more deities arrived, whispers spread through the room.

Several Gods of Destruction eyed the pair with open contempt.

Among them, Beerus of Universe 7 quietly muttered to his angel.

"That's the one who stole Son Goku's body..."

Whis merely smiled.

Yet neither Zamasu nor Goku Black seemed bothered.

They simply waited.

Moments later, the Grand Priest entered alongside Great Zeno.

Every god in the hall immediately bowed.

Only then did the two realize they had been positioned directly in front of the Omni-King himself.

"Hmm..."

Zeno tilted his head.

"He looks like Goku."

A pause.

"But not Goku."

His expression soured.

"He doesn't seem fun."

The Grand Priest smiled calmly.

"Do not worry, Great Zeno. We can invite Son Goku to visit after today's meeting."

Zeno immediately brightened.

"Really?!"

"Of course."

"Yay! Then you can start!"

The entire hall remained kneeling as the Grand Priest stepped forward.

"By the authority of Great Zeno, we are gathered today to appoint a new God of Destruction for Universe 10."

His gaze settled upon Zamasu and Goku Black.

"There exists no candidate more suitable than the two before us."

A ripple of surprise spread through the room.

"However, as Zamasu is a Kai, he cannot assume the role of a God of Destruction. Such a position directly contradicts the purpose of his divine existence."

The Grand Priest then turned toward Goku Black.

"Though he originated as Zamasu from another timeline, he now inhabits the mortal body of Son Goku."

The hall fell silent.

"And because that body fulfills all requirements necessary for the role..."

The Grand Priest smiled.

"Goku Black has been selected as the next God of Destruction of Universe 10."

 

"At last... we have achieved our goal. Divine justice will finally be realized through the authority of a true God of Destruction."

Goku Black could barely contain his excitement.

"However..." the Grand Priest interrupted. "Universe 10's Angel, Kusu, will not be serving you."

The hall fell silent.

"Because of the heinous acts and unforgivable genocide the two of you committed, neither of you are worthy of having an Angel assigned to you. However, I have found a far more suitable companion for your position."

One of the angels stepped forward and clapped twice.

A lone figure entered the center of the hall.

She was a petite woman with golden irises and a warm yellow complexion. Her long white hair cascaded in elegant waves down her back. She wore attire resembling a Kai's uniform: a black turtleneck leotard beneath a light-blue off-shoulder vest trimmed in gold, fastened with a green sash. A flowing skirt reached the floor, and crimson Potara earrings swayed gently beside her cheeks. Adorning her hands were long, ornate nail guards attached to her ring and little fingers, stacked neatly together as her hands rested upon her abdomen.

Every step she took was graceful.

Upon reaching the Grand Priest and Great Zeno, she lowered herself onto both knees and bowed completely, placing her forehead against the floor.

"Greetings, Your Grandness, Grand Priest," she said respectfully. "And to Your Eternal Greatness, Great Zeno. May prosperity forever follow you, and may you live for a googol years more."

"Get up! I've missed you!" Zeno exclaimed excitedly.

A soft smile crossed her face.

"Thank you, Great Zeno. I have missed you as well."

She rose gracefully and turned toward the newly appointed God of Destruction.

First, she offered Goku Black a respectful bow.

Then she raised her right hand toward Zamasu and performed a formal standing salute.

Zamasu immediately sensed that she was a Kai.

Yet she was unlike any Kai he had ever met.

"She will be replacing Kusu as your companion, Goku Black," the Grand Priest explained.

The woman lowered her head once more.

"It is an honor to serve you for the eons to come, Lord Goku Black."

Goku Black appeared slightly caught off guard.

"Just call me Lord Black."

She nodded.

"Yes, Lord Black."

Zamasu finally spoke.

"Which universe does she come from?"

The Grand Priest smiled.

"She does not belong to any universe."

The answer only confused them further.

"She is a Kai," he continued, "but one who serves a different purpose entirely."

"I am one of the Kais of Time," the woman explained. "My sisters volunteered me for this assignment. I look forward to this new chapter of my existence... and to ensuring that neither of you abuses the power of the Time Ring ever again."

For the first time, both Zamasu and Goku Black looked genuinely surprised.

A Kai of Time.

Such a position existed beyond even that of a Supreme Kai.

"Now that introductions are complete," the Grand Priest said, "Goku Black, step forward."

The woman gracefully stepped aside.

Goku Black obeyed.

The Grand Priest raised a single hand.

Immediately, immense divine energy erupted around the Saiyan.

Ki spiraled upward from his feet, climbing higher and higher until it towered above him in a vortex of crimson, violet, and rose-colored light.

His dark gi began to dissolve like paper cast into a raging sea.

New garments formed around him.

An ornate collar adorned with white, orange, and black accents appeared upon his bare chest. Loose black trousers replaced his old clothing, accompanied by a ceremonial front cloth bearing matching patterns. His white boots remained, though they became embellished with gold.

A golden choker appeared around his neck.

Golden armlets wrapped around his biceps.

Elegant bracers formed over his forearms.

The transformation did not stop there.

His physique expanded.

His muscles became denser.

The divine power coursing through him increased beyond anything he had ever imagined.

For the first time, Goku Black understood the immense difference between a Kai and a God of Destruction.

The gap was astronomical.

The gathered Gods, Angels, and Kais watched in stunned silence.

Even Zamasu stood frozen.

His jaw hung open.

Before him stood living proof that his dream had become reality.

A version of himself had ascended beyond all mortal limitations.

When the swirling energy finally settled, Goku Black slowly examined his hands.

His arms.

His new attire.

His power.

A satisfied grin spread across his face.

Before anyone could speak, the Grand Priest's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Before we conclude this ceremony, there is one final decree."

The atmosphere instantly became heavy.

"No God, Angel, or Kai shall ever reveal the origins of Goku Black or Zamasu to any mortal under their jurisdiction."

His gaze shifted toward Beerus.

"Especially Son Goku and those associated with him."

The hall grew tense.

"If any among you reveals the truth to Son Goku or anyone connected to him..."

The Grand Priest raised both hands.

Blue translucent flames appeared around every God, Angel, and Kai present.

"...Great Zeno will personally erase the offender from existence."

Everyone immediately understood.

This was not merely a warning.

It was a binding seal.

Mitarashi respectfully raised her hand.

"Grand Priest, if someone asks where Lord Black and Supreme Kai Zamasu came from, what answer should we provide?"

The Grand Priest answered without hesitation.

"You will say that Lord Black is a Saiyan survivor who escaped the destruction of Planet Vegeta and eventually arrived in Universe 10 through his travels and training."

He paused.

"Nothing more."

The gathered deities nodded in agreement.

No one dared object.

"Now then," the Grand Priest announced, "the ceremony is complete."

He looked toward the newly appointed God of Destruction and the future Supreme Kai.

"Goku Black and Zamasu, return to Universe 10 and fulfill your new duties."

He raised his staff.

"This meeting is adjourned."

The hall erupted into movement as Gods, Angels, and Kais began departing.

Before leaving, Mitarashi lowered herself into one final kowtow before Great Zeno, who waved enthusiastically at his old friend.

Then, rising gracefully to her feet, she guided Lord Black and Supreme Kai Zamasu through a portal and toward the universe that would soon become their home.

After dropping Zamasu off on his newly assigned planet to establish his council of Kais, Mitarashi escorted Lord Black to his own world. Like the planets belonging to the other Gods of Destruction, it was a small celestial body floating in the vastness of space, complete with its own divine residence.

Mitarashi opened the door for her master.

Lord Black stepped inside and began exploring his new home. He wandered through several rooms before eventually arriving at the living room. There, he found a large throne-like chair positioned near the center of the room, facing the entrance.

He sat down heavily, leaning against the cushioned backrest and resting his arms on the armrests. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips.

At once, Mitarashi stepped forward.

She knelt upon the carpet before him and performed three kowtows, touching her forehead to the floor each time.

"May my lord live a googol years more to maintain the balance of the universe."

She repeated the blessing three times.

Lord Black leaned forward, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"You're awfully formal for a servant."

Mitarashi smiled.

"My lord, despite serving you, I am still a Kai."

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Mitarashi. That is my name, my lord."

"I see." He leaned back into his chair. "Tell me, Mitarashi. As my attendant, you are expected to assist me in all matters while I fulfill my duties as a God of Destruction. Is that correct?"

"Yes, my lord."

Her answer came without hesitation.

"Even if you were to ask me to prepare your meals, organize your affairs, or assist with your daily routines, I would gladly do so. It is my duty to serve the God of Destruction of this universe."

Lord Black studied her carefully.

She showed neither fear nor hesitation.

"I've had a rather exhausting day," he said. "I would like to wash up."

Mitarashi immediately stood and clasped her hands before her.

"That sounds lovely, my lord. Please give me three minutes to prepare everything. Would you prefer roses or peonies in the bathwater?"

Lord Black blinked.

He had expected reluctance.

Instead, she seemed genuinely pleased to help.

"R-roses will do."

"As you wish, my lord."

She bowed politely, stepped backward three times, and departed to prepare the bath.

Left alone, Lord Black found himself strangely unsettled.

Why was such a simple request bothering him?

A few minutes later, Mitarashi returned and guided him to the bathing chamber.

The sight before him was unexpected.

A large tub had been filled with warm, fragrant water covered in floating rose petals. Fresh towels had been prepared nearby. Scented soaps, oils, and bathing supplies were neatly arranged, while candles cast a gentle glow throughout the room.

It looked less like a bathroom and more like a luxurious spa.

Lord Black stared silently.

Mitarashi had prepared everything in only a few minutes.

"My lord," she said, "everything is ready."

After he entered the bath, Mitarashi assisted with the preparations and ensured he had everything he needed. She worked efficiently and professionally, as though caring for a deity was simply another part of her daily routine.

As she continued her work, Lord Black finally spoke.

"Aren't you uncomfortable serving someone you've only just met?"

Mitarashi tilted her head.

"Not at all, my lord."

Her answer was immediate.

"I have spent countless years meeting beings from across many worlds and timelines. Mortals and gods come in countless forms, each unique in their own way."

She offered him a reassuring smile.

"To me, you are simply my master, and caring for you is part of my responsibility."

For some reason, her answer left him with even more questions than before.

After the bath was finished, Mitarashi prepared a second tub filled with fresh rose-scented water.

"My lord, would you please move to this one?"

"Very well."

She offered her arm to help him maintain his balance as he stepped into the fresh water.

Once he had settled comfortably, she spoke again.

"Would you like a shoulder massage while you relax?"

"A massage?" he repeated.

"Yes, my lord."

He hesitated for a moment before sighing.

"Fine."

Mitarashi removed her decorative nail guards and knelt behind him.

As she began working the tension from his shoulders, Lord Black instinctively stiffened. At first there was pressure, followed by a brief ache, but moments later he felt something unfamiliar.

Relief.

The tension he had been carrying seemed to melt away.

Slowly, he found himself relaxing for what felt like the first time in centuries.

It was an unfamiliar sensation.

And one he wasn't quite sure how to feel about.

Finally, he spoke.

“Is this often done for a God of Destruction?”

“No. Not at all. Angels are not allowed to comfort their Destroyers. They may remind them to bathe or brush their teeth, but the Destroyers perform those tasks themselves, without the aid of an Angel,” she replied as she continued massaging his shoulders.

“Then why are you doing this for me?” he asked curiously.

“Because I’m not an Angel. I can spoil you however I want~” she answered sweetly, as though she genuinely enjoyed serving him.

He fell silent after hearing her words and simply allowed her to continue. The steady pressure of her fingers nearly lulled him to sleep.

“That’s enough,” he finally said. “I’d like to rest.”

“Of course, my lord. Allow me to dry you,” she replied as she stood and reached for a towel.

When he rose from the bath, she immediately wrapped a large towel around him before carefully drying him with a smaller one. Once she was done, she helped him into a comfortable sleeping robe.

“Would you like something to eat before you retire for the night, my lord?” she asked as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with another towel.

“Very well. Is there anything you can serve me?”

“I already prepared something earlier, my lord. Please have a seat while I warm it up.”

She excused herself and headed for the kitchen.

A few minutes later, several dishes were arranged before him. Mitarashi placed a bowl of freshly cooked white rice on the table along with a spoon and a pair of chopsticks.

He took a bite.

Then he froze.

“My lord... is my cooking bad?” she asked, concern creeping into her voice.

“No...” he replied after a moment. “It... tastes amazing.”

His surprise slowly faded. It felt as though he had never truly tasted good food before.

“I’m glad to hear that, my lord. Would you like some pu'er tea?” she offered with a smile.

“Tea? Yes, I'd like some. What kinds do you have?”

“I have green tea, black tea, yellow tea, red tea, white peony tea, oolong—”

“I'll have black tea,” he interrupted.

She nodded and retrieved a jar of loose black tea leaves from a nearby shelf before carefully preparing it.

Moments later, she returned carrying a rather unusual teacup.

It was shaped like an inverted bell with no handle, resting upon a matching saucer and topped with a small ceramic lid. The porcelain was decorated with the image of a blooming cherry tree.

Curiously, he lifted the lid and stared at the floating tea leaves.

Then he looked at Mitarashi as though she had suddenly grown three heads.

“Mitarashi, what kind of cup is this? How am I supposed to drink tea with all these leaves floating in it?” he asked irritably.

“My lord, that is called a gaiwan. It is commonly used by the people of Planet Nyan-Qing. It is one of my favorite ways to enjoy tea, so I brought one with me in the hope that you might like it as well. If it displeases you, I can prepare another cup.”

“No, I don't need a replacement. Just tell me how to drink from this thing.”

“Then allow me to demonstrate.”

She returned with her own gaiwan, decorated with a delicate lotus blossom.

Holding the saucer with one hand, she lifted the lid with the other and gently nudged the floating leaves aside. The porcelain produced a soft ringing sound as the lid brushed against the rim.

She then partially covered the cup with the lid, leaving only a small opening, before gracefully sipping her tea.

Lord Black watched with fascination.

When she finished, he copied her movements and took a careful sip of his own.

“How is it, my lord?” she asked eagerly.

“This is... quite interesting,” he admitted. “You said this was a gift?”

“Yes. I wasn't certain whether you would enjoy it, but I know you love tea. As a fellow tea enthusiast, I thought you might appreciate something different from the traditional handled cups.”

“And through this gift...” she added softly, “I wish to show my loyalty to you.”

He was caught off guard by those words.

Angels were impartial beings. They advised their Destroyers, corrected them when necessary, and reported directly to the Grand Priest. They certainly did not spoil them.

Yet this Kai seemed determined to do exactly that.

Why?

Was this simply her nature? Was it a test arranged by the higher gods? Or was there some deeper motive hidden beneath her kindness?

Countless questions swirled through Lord Black's mind.

He still did not fully trust this servant of his.

After all, today was only his first day as a God of Destruction.

He had been suddenly thrust into a world of overwhelming power, divine politics, and responsibilities far greater than anything he had known before.

Eventually, he finished every dish Mitarashi had prepared.

After brushing his teeth, he made his way toward his bedroom.

The room occupied the third floor of his dwelling and had clearly been designed for comfort. Wide windows framed the night sky beyond flowing white curtains. Decorative plants occupied the corners. A magnificent crystal chandelier cast a warm golden glow over a plush carpet and an enormous king-sized bed.

“Allow me to tuck you in, my lord,” Mitarashi offered as he stepped inside.

Mitarashi lifted the thick blanket and carefully arranged the pearly-white pillows, preparing the bed for her master. Once everything was in place, she stepped aside and waited for him to settle in.

Lord Black removed his house slippers and lay down upon the mattress. As soon as he was comfortable, Mitarashi gently pulled the blanket over him and adjusted it neatly around his shoulders while he searched for the perfect position.

“Do you require anything else, my lord, before I turn off the lights?” she asked one final time.

“No. I need to rest. I’m tired,” he replied, his voice already growing softer as sleep began to claim him.

“Very well. Good night, my lord.”

She offered him a small bow before dimming the lights and quietly closing the door behind her.

Alone in the darkness, Lord Black slowly closed his eyes.

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

This was the life he had always wanted.

To become a God of Destruction.

To be recognized as a divine being.

To wield authority, power, and justice over an entire universe.

For years, he had pursued that dream with unwavering determination, never once imagining it would truly become reality.

Yet now he possessed everything he had sought.

A universe to govern.

A planet of his own.

A title worthy of a god.

And, unexpectedly, a loyal attendant who cared for him with a devotion he still could not understand.

As sleep gradually overtook him, he found himself feeling something unfamiliar.

Peace.

For the first time in a very long while, Goku Black rested without thoughts of battle, ambition, or judgment clouding his mind.

And with that quiet feeling lingering in his heart, he drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.