The Time a God of Destruction was reincarnated as a slime.

In the meantime, in the outside world, news of the newly rebranded Demon Lord Council—now called the Abyssal Lords—spread like wildfire. The announcement of a new Demon Lord titled "God of Destruction" shook the entire world. Fear gripped nations, as people whispered of the destruction that could follow. The mere thought of someone potentially more dangerous than Milim sent shivers down their spines. In response, kingdoms began restructuring their military, heightening their defenses, and preparing for the worst. They knew nothing about this new Demon Lord except that his presence was enough to threaten the balance of the world.Meanwhile, Beerus, having secured his place atop the power hierarchy, decided it was time to lay the groundwork for his grand plan. His next step was to travel the world and choose the perfect location for his new kingdom. With his two new subordinates, Zerna and Erza, Beerus left Walpurgis and arrived at Ramiris' Labyrinth.

As expected, Ramiris was in full panic mode the moment she sensed his arrival. She flitted around nervously, her tiny body trembling. "Beerus! What are you doing here? Are you going to destroy the world? Please don't destroy the world!" she squeaked, her voice cracking.Beerus raised a hand to calm her. "Relax, Ramiris. I'm not here to destroy anything. If I wanted to, it would've already happened."

That didn't do much to calm her, but after a few more assurances, she began to settle down. The group sat down in her chambers, where Beerus shared a bit about his background and his future plans, much like he had with Guy. Ramiris, despite her usual scatterbrained nature, listened intently. When he explained his vision of creating a kingdom to bring balance to the world, Ramiris hesitated before asking, "Can I live there too? You know, just in case something happens?"

Beerus chuckled. "Of course. You're welcome to stay in my kingdom when it's ready."That seemed to ease her fears, and the group stayed in the Labyrinth for a few days. During this time, Beerus used Zerna and Erza to gather information about the state of the world. They sent some of their subordinates to quietly spy on key nations, taking note of their strengths and weaknesses.A few months later, Beerus decided it was time to leave the Labyrinth and move forward with his plans. Their next destination: the Dwarven Kingdom of Dwargon. Flying through the skies with Zerna and Erza, the trio arrived at the gates of the bustling city. A long line of people stretched outside the gates, waiting to enter.

Rather than bypassing the line, Beerus decided to experience the kingdom's entrance process firsthand. "We'll wait," he said simply, much to the surprise of his subordinates.After some time, they reached the gate. The guards, though seasoned warriors, felt a chill run down their spines as the trio approached. Even with their auras completely suppressed, the presence of these strangers was unnerving. Still, the guards performed their duty and allowed them entry after a brief inspection.

Once inside, Beerus and his subordinates strolled through the vibrant streets of Dwargon. Beerus observed the kingdom's efficiency, noting its industrial advancements and the harmonious coexistence of its citizens. They stopped by various shops, tasted the local food, and generally blended into the crowd.However, Beerus couldn't ignore the spy trailing them. At first, he tolerated it, curious to see how long the spy would persist. But after a while, his patience wore thin. Without turning his head, he spoke. "Zerna, deal with it."Spy's POV:

"I've been doing my usual patrol, keeping an eye out for suspicious individuals entering the kingdom. It was an ordinary day until I noticed them. Three people—one man and two women. The man looked ordinary enough, but something about them was… off. No aura, no presence, nothing. It was like they didn't exist, and yet they were right in front of me. My instincts screamed at me to keep my distance, but I had a duty to perform.

"I reported their presence to the king and was told to follow them. So I did, keeping as far back as I could while still maintaining line of sight. They went into shops, ate at restaurants, and moved through the city like tourists. Still, the absence of any aura unnerved me."Just as I was starting to feel confident in my ability to follow them undetected, a voice called out to me from behind.

'Hello there. My master would like a meeting with your king.'

"I froze. My heart raced as my mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. I was sure I'd been following them—so how had one of them ended up behind me? Slowly, I turned around, and there she was. A tall, elegant woman with long, flowing hair and eyes that seemed to pierce straight through my soul. She was stunning, but there was an undeniable danger to her presence.

"'Well?' she asked, her tone calm but commanding."I knew I had no choice. Bowing my head, I replied, 'I'll deliver your message to His Majesty immediately.' Then, without another word, I bolted for the palace."Upon hearing the spy's report, King Gazel Dwargo prepared himself for the unexpected visitors. He instructed his guards to discreetly heighten security and readied the audience chamber for their arrival. He was no stranger to dealing with powerful individuals, but something about these visitors felt different, and it wasn't just the title "God of Destruction."

When Beerus, Zerna, and Erza finally arrived at the palace, they were led into the grand audience chamber. Gazel sat on his throne, his piercing gaze meeting Beerus' unflinchingly. Despite the king's composed demeanor, there was an undeniable tension in the air.The atmosphere in the throne room of Dwargon was thick with tension, a suffocating pressure that made even the bravest of warriors uneasy. King Gazel—or perhaps his father, depending on the timeline—sat on his throne, his expression carefully composed despite the storm of fear and uncertainty roiling within him. His advisors and elite guards stood close by, all of them silent and on edge, their hands instinctively resting near their weapons.

Standing in the center of the grand chamber was Beerus, exuding an aura of quiet dominance. His gaze was calm yet piercing, holding the room hostage without a word. The silence stretched uncomfortably until the king, summoning every ounce of courage, broke it. Though his heart pounded in his chest, he spoke with the authority expected of a ruler."Who are you?" the king asked, his voice steady but firm. "And what business do you have in Dwargon?"

Beerus tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Who I am is not important for now," he said evenly, his voice carrying a weight that silenced the room even further. "As for why I'm here... Consider it a personal inspection. I've come to see how your country functions, how it is governed. Whether or not it is well-run will decide the fate of Dwargon."

The king's throat tightened at the ominous words, but he maintained his composure. "The fate of Dwargon?" he repeated cautiously.Beerus nodded. "Yes. In the future, I plan to build my own kingdom. If Dwargon proves itself worthy, I wouldn't mind forming some kind of relationship with your nation. Of course, that depends on what I see here today."

The weight of Beerus' words hung in the air, and the king immediately understood what was left unsaid: this being held power far beyond their comprehension. A single misstep could mean the end of Dwargon. The king's instincts told him that Beerus was far more dangerous than even Guy Crimson or Milim Nava. He swallowed hard, but his voice remained steady. "Dwargon welcomes peaceful relations with any who come in good faith. I assure you, our nation strives to be one of the finest in the world."As the conversation unfolded, the tension among the guards and officials grew. They were loyal, proud, and protective of their king. One of the soldiers, unable to contain his frustration at the way Beerus spoke as if he were an equal to the king—or perhaps even above him—took a bold step forward.

"How dare you act all high and mighty in front of our king?" the soldier barked, his voice filled with indignation.

The room froze. Beerus slowly turned his gaze toward the soldier, his calm demeanor unchanging. Then, with a simple glance, he unleashed an invisible force upon the man. No one else could feel it, but the soldier's world became a hellscape of unimaginable torment. Pain, fear, death—all of itoverwhelmed him in a nightmarish instant. He tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. His body trembled violently as his eyes bulged in terror.

The room watched in stunned silence, too afraid to intervene. Even the king felt a cold sweat run down his back as he witnessed the soldier's suffering.

"Stop this, please!" the king finally pleaded, standing from his throne. His voice betrayed his fear as he bowed his head slightly toward Beerus. "Forgive him. He is only acting as he was trained, to protect his king. I beg you, show mercy."Beerus regarded the king for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he released the soldier from his torment. The man collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, his body trembling as he tried to process what he had just endured.

"You should teach your people to think before they act," Beerus said calmly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Impulse can lead to ruin."

The king nodded quickly, thankful that Beerus had shown restraint. "Your wisdom is noted," he said, choosing his words carefully.Beerus returned his gaze to the king, as if nothing had happened. "I'll continue my observations for now. If your kingdom proves to be as stable as you claim, perhaps Dwargon will have a place in the new era I'm creating."

With that, the suffocating tension seemed to ease ever so slightly, though no one in the room could truly relax. The soldier remained on his knees, still shaking, while the king silently vowed to ensure his nation avoided provoking this godlike being any further.