Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle between Arack and Iwne raged on, with powerful energy surges that could obliterate entire universes. But none of it posed any threat to the Great Gods of Destruction Palace, a colossal structure built by the Dragon God Zalama himself, designed to withstand such immense power.
After several hours of intense combat, the Gods of Destruction from the Fifth Universe, Arack, emerged victorious in the second match of the first round of the Gods of Destruction Summit.
Meanwhile, Kahn took advantage of the downtime to absorb his newfound abilities—the Immortal Body and Advanced Self-Intention. He now felt more powerful than ever.
The third match featured Champa of the Sixth Universe against Mosco of the Third Universe. Champa, aware of his limitations after his recent loss to Kahn, opted for a quick, decisive battle. True to his choice, Champa defeated Mosco swiftly, taking the win.
The remaining winners of the first round included Quitela from the Fourth Universe, Jerez from the Second Universe, and Sidra from the Ninth Universe.
The first round lasted for two full days and nights. As the dust settled, the voice of the Dragon God Zalama echoed throughout the arena.
"The first round of the 1,999,999th Gods of Destruction Summit has concluded. The final round will feature the Second Universe's Gods of Destruction Jerez, the Fourth Universe's Gods of Destruction Quitela, the Fifth Universe's Gods of Destruction Arack, and the Seventh Universe's candidate Kahn."
As the gods and angels turned their attention to the Seventh Universe's stone platform, they were stunned to see Kahn sitting there, sound asleep, snoring loudly.
"Haha… this is the first time someone has dared to sleep during the Gods of Destruction Summit!" murmured one of the gods in disbelief.
The gods were quick to voice their disdain.
"How disrespectful! How dare he sleep in the presence of such an important event?"
"The Gods of Destruction Summit isn't a place for naps!"
Whis, unfazed, swiftly approached Kahn and gently woke him up.
"Mr. Kahn, it's time," Whis said, giving him a nudge.
"Huh? What happened?" Kahn mumbled groggily as he was roused from his sleep.
Looking around, he realized that the gods were glaring at him with clear disapproval.
"Oh... was the first round over?" Kahn asked, blinking and trying to regain his composure.
"Yes, it's all finished," Whis confirmed, nodding.
"Ah, got it," Kahn said, scratching his head and offering a sheepish smile. "I guess I lost track of time."
The Gods of Destruction battles were exciting at first, but the lengthy matches had started to lose their charm. Plus, as a human, Kahn's body still required rest—something that was becoming increasingly difficult given the endless battles.
As Kahn rubbed his eyes, he reflected on a recent dream he had. "I seem to have dreamt about that woman again..."
Kahn couldn't quite see her face in the dream, but he always felt a sense of guilt afterward. Ever since his marriage to Vados, he had sworn not to dream about her anymore, yet the dreams persisted.
"I'm sorry, my dear wife," Kahn muttered under his breath. "I said I wouldn't dream about her again…"
It was at that moment when Quitela's voice rang out, cutting through Kahn's thoughts.
"Seventh Universe Gods of Destruction candidate, you have no respect for the summit!" Quitela scolded. He was more than happy to seize the opportunity to criticize Kahn, especially after their previous clash. With Kahn's casual behavior, Quitela saw a chance to get under his skin.
Kahn lazily glanced over at Quitela. "Oh, it's you, the mouse. It's none of your business if I sleep in my own home."
"Home?!" Quitela sneered. "This is not your home, this is the Great Gods of Destruction Palace!"
"Oh, right," Kahn replied nonchalantly. "Maybe not now, but soon enough."
"Hmph! You've got some nerve," Quitela scoffed. "If you manage to win the Gods of Destruction Summit and pull out the Great Gods of Destruction staff, I'll change my name to Latquey. I'll even read it upside down!"
Kahn raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What, you're changing your name to Latquey? Maybe you should change it to 'Mouse Tail Juice' instead."
Quitela was taken aback. "What? What kind of name is that?"
Kahn, clearly amused, continued, "You know what? 'Mouse Tail Juice' sounds better. You should really consider it!"
Despite not understanding the joke, Quitela wasn't about to back down. He had tried over 300,000 times to pull the Great Gods of Destruction staff from its place, and he knew how difficult it was. There was no way Kahn, as a candidate, would manage to do it.
"Fine!" Quitela declared, folding his arms confidently. "If you pull out the Great Gods of Destruction staff, I'll change my name to 'Mouse Tail Juice'. But if you fail, you'll have to change your name to 'Green musclehead'. How about it?"
"Deal," Kahn agreed, a confident smile on his face.
The gods watched in disbelief. How could Kahn accept such a wager so easily? They all believed his chances of pulling out the staff were next to none, and they were eager to see how this would play out.
"'Green musclehead' does sound nice," Makarita mused, genuinely entertained by the exchange.
Belmod , however, frowned. "Why does my Angel seem so interested in Kahn?"
Meanwhile, Whis watched the situation carefully. While the other gods were skeptical, Whis had more faith in Kahn. He believed that if anyone could pull off the impossible, it was him.
The Dragon God Zalama's voice echoed across the summit once again.
"The first round of the competition is over. Everyone will have a short break before the final round begins. Prepare yourselves."
As Zalama's words faded, the Great Gods of Destruction staff on the altar gleamed brighter than ever, radiating immense divine power.
The next moment, a wave of divine energy swept over the arena, and in the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared from the venue. The final round was about to begin.