When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

In the realm of absolute power, beyond time and space, where no force could rival his will, Beerus resided in The Divine Citadel—a magnificent floating palace that existed outside the known dimensions. This was not just a home, but a cosmic paradise, a realm sculpted by his very desires. From its balconies, one could see entire galaxies swirl in artistic patterns, shaped by his mere amusement. The skies shimmered in hues unknown to mortal eyes, and the atmosphere was filled with an ever-present melody of divine harmony—a music that played to Beerus' mood.

Here, Beerus lived—not as a god burdened with responsibilities, but as the supreme being, indulging in existence itself.

Despite being beyond all needs, Beerus enjoyed certain rituals, for they were the essence of amusement. Mornings in the Divine Citadel were a spectacle of indulgence and laughter.

Breakfast of the Gods

Every morning, the grand dining hall was filled with an unimaginable feast, prepared not just by celestial chefs, but by the will of Beerus himself. If he wished for a dish from a forgotten civilization that perished billions of years ago, it would manifest. If he desired a drink brewed from the essence of collapsing stars, it would pour itself into his goblet.

Seated at the grand table, surrounded by his six wives—Velzar, Erza, Zerna, Delta, Beta, and Sigma—as well as Whis, Beerus would sip on a divine nectar that tasted different with every sip. The wives had their own preferences, and the chefs of the Citadel would compete endlessly to craft something new, hoping to surprise the omniscient Beerus.

"Hmm… the honeyed flames of the Celestial Phoenix? I suppose it's decent." Beerus mused, taking a sip of a golden drink that flickered like fire yet felt like silk in his mouth.

Velzar, the most powerful of his wives, smirked, leaning on the table with her arms crossed. "Admit it, dear husband, you simply enjoy seeing mortals struggle to impress you."

Erza, the warrior queen, was already digging into a meal that looked like a roasted beast from a forgotten era, carved from the essence of primordial storms. "Food aside, husband, what shall we watch today?"

Whis, ever the observer, chuckled. "Perhaps the new rulers of the Cardinal World will entertain you?"

Beerus, reclining on his golden throne-like chair, waved a finger, and before them a vast projection of different worlds appeared in the air.

Each world played like a separate show:

Tempest: Benimaru, the new ruler, was holding a council meeting, already annoyed with paperwork.

The Ice Continent: Gord was imposing order, proving himself to be as meticulous as his predecessor.

Dragon Kingdom: Midray was already off sparring with warriors, leading with power rather than words.

Ruberios: Hinata handled matters with ruthless efficiency, ruling with an iron hand wrapped in faith.

El Dorado: Claude and Elphina were struggling to balance leadership and their own ambitions.

Glassord: Already feared, making bold moves to redefine his domain.

Celesterra: Lyana, the new Queen of the Fairies, was learning the delicate balance of divine politics.

Zerna, the strategist, smirked. "They are trying so hard. It's adorable."

Sigma, ever the tactician, commented, "Glassord is adjusting faster than expected. Perhaps we underestimated him."

Beerus merely sipped his drink, unimpressed. "Let them struggle. That's the fun of mortal existence."

There was a collective laugh, and the projection shifted to other universes, other beings attempting to rise, to challenge fate, to defy the very fabric of their existence.

Afternoons in the Divine Citadel were reserved for entertainment. Unlike mortals, Beerus' idea of fun was limitless. Some days, he would challenge his wives to battles that would shatter galaxies—yet, of course, he held back. Other times, they engaged in games beyond mortal comprehension.

Today, the wives decided to challenge Beerus to a game of cosmic creation—where each of them would craft a new world and see whose civilization thrived the longest before collapsing.

Beta, the playful one, laughed. "I shall create a world where emotions dictate reality itself!"

Delta smirked. "I shall create a world of endless war. Let's see which civilization lasts longer."

Zerna sighed. "You two will get bored in a few minutes."

Beerus, watching them toy with existence, leaned back. "Create whatever you like. But I already know the outcome."

Velzar rolled her eyes. "Then what's the point?"

Beerus smirked. "The point is… I enjoy watching you try."

As the stars shifted in the skies of the Citadel, another feast was prepared—this time, filled with music, dance, and indulgence.

Musicians composed songs never heard before—notes that could only exist in the presence of Beerus.

The wines poured were crafted from the essence of dying stars, each sip revealing a vision of forgotten futures.

Dancers performed movements that defied physics, creating spirals of light and energy with every step.

Whis sipped his drink calmly. "And to think, mortals believe their pleasures even compare to this."

Beerus chuckled. "Mortals need simplicity. We… do not."

His wives surrounded him, some leaning on him, some enjoying themselves.

Erza smirked. "And yet, for all your power, you still enjoy these little things."

Beerus smiled, watching the vastness of existence beyond them. "Because I allow myself to. That is the difference between power and amusement."

As the festivities died down, as his wives lay resting or engaged in their own amusements, Beerus stood alone on the highest balcony of the Citadel, looking down upon everything.

The Cardinal World was still shifting, rulers adjusting, nations rising and falling. The multiverse continued its endless cycle of creation and destruction.

And Beerus?

He simply watched.

For he was Beerus. The Supreme Authority, the Absolute Power, the One Who Decides.

And all of existence was nothing more than a grand performance for his endless amusement.