When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

Even in a life of absolute power and divine indulgence, there were times when Beerus sought greater amusement—and nothing entertained him more than testing his wives in cosmic games that defied reality itself.

Tonight was one such occasion.

After another luxurious feast, where they dined on the essence of collapsing stars and celestial beasts, Beerus leaned back on his throne-like chair and smirked. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief.

"I have decided," he announced, swirling a goblet of star-fire wine in his hand, "it is time for another game."

His wives, who had been reclining in bliss after their meal, immediately perked up.

Velzar, ever the warrior, smirked. "A game? Are you finally going to let us challenge you directly?"

Erza, the battle-hardened queen, cracked her knuckles. "Don't toy with us, Beerus. If this is a fight, you'd win instantly."

Zerna, the strategist, leaned forward, intrigued. "What rules are you setting?"

Delta and Beta, the chaotic twins, giggled. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Sigma, the calm and methodical one, simply observed, waiting for Beerus to reveal his challenge.

Beerus raised a hand, and before them, six separate cosmic spheres formed—each containing a blank world, devoid of life, physics, or logic.

"Your challenge is simple," Beerus explained. "Each of you shall craft a world within these spheres. You will shape its land, its laws, its inhabitants… and then we will observe. The goal? To create a world that lasts the longest before either destroying itself or becoming too stagnant to be interesting."

Whis chuckled, sipping his tea. "A test of creation and sustainability? Fascinating. Will you be participating, Lord Beerus?"

Beerus smirked. "No need. I already know how to win."

His wives exchanged looks. They knew Beerus would never lose, but that didn't stop them from playing.

With a mere thought, each of Beerus' wives summoned their own divine powers to shape their worlds.

Velzar, the strongest warrior, created a world where strength determined one's place in society. Only the powerful would survive, and the weak would perish.

Erza, the disciplined queen, made a world of honor-bound warriors, where duels and battles decided every conflict but were bound by strict codes of conduct.

Zerna, the strategist, crafted a world of intelligence and political intrigue, where rulers had to constantly outwit one another to stay in power.

Delta and Beta, the chaotic twins, created a world of pure randomness, where physics changed every day, and nothing made sense for long.

Sigma, the most calculating, built a world based purely on logic, removing emotions entirely, making beings that functioned only on rational decisions.

Beerus and Whis watched with amusement as these worlds took shape.

Days passed in the Divine Citadel, but in the cosmic spheres, eons went by.

Each world struggled in its own way:

Velzar's warrior world collapsed first. Stronger warriors killed the weak too quickly, leaving no one to build a sustainable future.

Erza's warrior code worked… until leaders bent the rules and manipulated others, leading to corruption and downfall.

Zerna's world of politics thrived the longest, but eventually, the web of lies became too complex, and the world fell apart.

Delta and Beta's chaotic world… somehow lasted. It shouldn't have, but the randomness created something that constantly reinvented itself.

Sigma's purely logical world became stagnant. Without ambition, greed, or emotions, nothing ever changed, leading to eternal boredom.

Beerus laughed heartily. "Ah, as expected. None of you can surpass me."

Velzar scoffed. "I'll get it right next time."

Whis, smirking, spoke up. "And what of the twins' world? It still persists."

Beerus narrowed his eyes. The chaos world was still functioning—a mess of unpredictability, yet somehow surviving.

Delta and Beta giggled, hugging Beerus. "Does this mean we win, darling?"

Beerus chuckled. "No, it means you're too chaotic to be predictable. That in itself is amusing."

Beyond their games, Beerus and his wives found countless ways to enjoy existence.

Beerus and his wives would sometimes watch wars between civilizations, commenting as if it were a grand play.

Zerna loved predicting outcomes, while Velzar often wanted to jump in and fight.

Sometimes, Beerus would let his wives spar with one another, but of course, none of them could challenge him.

Velzar was the strongest, but Beerus always toyed with her.

Erza once tried a sneak attack… only to be stopped instantly.

Beerus once played a game where he created stars with his left hand and destroyed them with his right.

His wives tried to stop him, but they all failed.

At the end of the day, after countless amusements, Beerus returned to his throne, reclining as his wives relaxed beside him.

"Existence is so amusing," he murmured.

Sigma leaned against him. "And yet, you never tire of it."

Beerus smirked. "Why would I? As long as I exist, there will always be something new to enjoy."

And so, as the cosmos turned, Beerus continued his eternal rule, watching, laughing, indulging in the joys of omnipotence.

For he was Beerus—the Supreme Authority, the Unmatched Power, the True God of Everything.

And existence itself was his playground.