When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

The moment had come. The Keepers of the Cardinal World, now divine beings, had passed every trial, endured every hardship, and transcended their mortal limits. Beerus, their supreme overseer, waved his hand, and in an instant, a majestic door of cosmic grandeur materialized before them. It shimmered with celestial energy, adorned with intricate patterns that pulsed like the heartbeat of the universe itself. This was the gateway back to the Cardinal World—a world that had suffered, endured, and awaited their return.

As the newly ascended gods stepped forward, they were engulfed in a radiant glow, their very essence harmonizing with the fabric of reality. Then, without a sound, the door swung open, and they stepped through.

The Cardinal World—A Moment of Peace Before the Divine Arrival

The Cardinal World had slowly begun to recover from the war with Azazel. Cities, once marred by battle, were being rebuilt. Streets were lively again, filled with the bustle of merchants, traders, and citizens trying to return to normal life. Children ran through the town squares, playing as if trying to erase the horrors their young minds had witnessed.

But there was an unspoken sorrow that hung over everyone. No matter how much they moved forward, they could not forget the loss—the loved ones who perished, the sacrifices made, the scars that would never fully heal. In every kingdom, from Tempest to Dwargon, from Sarion to Falmouth, the memory of war lingered.

And then, suddenly, the sky changed.

At first, it was subtle—a shift in hue, a soft radiance that spread across the heavens. The deep blues of the daytime sky melted into a breathtaking display of celestial light, an ethereal blend of gold, silver, and amethyst. It was unlike anything the world had ever seen—not terrifying, not chaotic, but… majestic.

A pressure descended upon the world. But unlike the suffocating weight of destruction, this was something different. It was divine, yet gentle. An overwhelming sense of security, warmth, and hope enveloped the land. People instinctively stopped what they were doing. Merchants halted mid-

transaction, soldiers on patrol gripped their weapons in astonishment, mothers and fathers clutched their children, and rulers in their castles turned toward the sky, sensing something profound was about to happen.

Then, the Voice of the World echoed across every nation, every kingdom, every home.

"Attention. The new gods of the Cardinal World are about to descend."

A collective hush fell upon the world. Then, seven majestic divine doors materialized in the sky. They were colossal, visible from every corner of the world, from the highest mountain peaks to the deepest valleys. Each door radiated an overwhelming divine presence, their surfaces adorned with celestial markings that shimmered like liquid stardust. The sight alone brought many to their knees, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and power they exuded.

Then, the Voice of the World spoke again, announcing each name and their divine title:

Rimuru Tempest is now: Aetherian Sovereign: The Primordial Architect of Eternity."

Guy Crimson is now: Eternal Harbinger of the Infinite Calamity: Monarch of Pandemonium."

Milim Nava is now: Celestial Tempest: Sovereign of the End and Rebirth."

Luminous Valentine is now: Eternal Radiance: The Unfathomable Empress of Twilight."

Leon Cromwell is now: Celestial Executioner: The Radiant Scourge of the Sun."

Ramiris is now: The Primal Architect of Infinity: Celestial Guardian of the Everflowing Cosmos."

Draguel is now: The Eternal Watcher: The Celestial Keeper of Time's Balance."

And that conclude the announcement"

The names echoed like a divine decree, reverberating through the souls of every living being. As each name was spoken, their respective door began to open.

And then, they appeared.

The Divine Appearance—Awe, Reverence, and Fear

One by one, the Keepers stepped through their respective doors. As they emerged, a divine aura surrounded each of them, their very forms shimmering as if bathed in diamond dust. Their presence was overwhelming, their power undeniable, yet there was a grace to them—an elegance that spoke of their newfound divinity.

Their eyes carried the wisdom of gods, their movements effortless yet commanding. The way they stood, the way their energy pulsed, made it impossible for anyone to look away. People found themselves captivated, their breaths stolen by the sight before them.

The reactions varied.

In Tempest, the people fell to their knees, their eyes wide with awe. Some whispered prayers, others clutched their chests, feeling as though their very souls resonated with Rimuru's presence.

In Ruberios, the followers of Luminous openly wept, bowing in reverence at the return of their goddess. "She has returned! The Everlasting Goddess has returned to us!"

In Dwargon, dwarven warriors who had once prided themselves on their unshakable resilience found themselves trembling, not in fear, but in sheer respect for the unfathomable might that Draguel exuded.

In Falmouth, those who had doubted Tempest in the past now understood their foolishness. Seeing Rimuru standing as a god before them, even the most arrogant nobles could do nothing but bow their heads.

Even in Sarion, where magic had reached its peak, the elves watched in silent admiration, their hearts pounding as they bore witness to the divine.

As the Keepers descended further, whispers and voices filled the air.

"Is this real…?"

"They look like celestial beings… No, they are gods…"

"I can feel their power… but why does it feel so comforting?"

"Rimuru-sama… You've truly become a god…"

Even kings and queens, warriors and generals, scholars and priests—all who once held authority—could only watch in silence.

And then, the Keepers raised their hands in unison.

The moment their hands moved, the sky seemed to tear open. A great rift formed above them, a golden light pouring out from its depths. And then, the lost souls began to descend.

The Return of the Fallen—A Miracle Beyond Miracles

One by one, the souls of the departed began to return, materializing into their bodies as if waking from a dream. Those who had perished in battle, those who had been lost in the war, all were brought back. Families who had been torn apart were reunited. Lovers embraced, parents wept over children they had mourned, soldiers found themselves standing once more, memories intact.

Screams of joy erupted. Tears streamed down countless faces. Some collapsed to their knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Others reached out, touching the faces of their loved ones, unable to believe that they were real.

"Mother…?"

"My son… I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Honey, I… I thought you were gone forever…"

"This… this is a miracle! A true miracle!"

From the war-ravaged lands of Tempest, where fallen warriors rejoined their comrades, to the devastated regions of Falmouth, where grieving families were reunited, the entire Cardinal World erupted in emotions too vast to contain.

The Keepers watched in silence, their expressions unreadable, yet there was something unmistakable in their eyes—purpose.

And then, Rimuru spoke, his voice carrying across the entire world.

"To all the people of the Cardinal World… We have returned. We are no longer the Demon Lords you once knew. We are now the Keepers of this world, its guardians, its divine overseers. We do not ask for worship, nor do we demand obedience. But know this—we shall watch over you, protect you, and ensure that this world never falls into darkness again."

His words echoed in every heart, and for the first time since the war, hope was truly restored.

The Keepers had returned. And the world would never be the same again.