She stood above all—sacred, inviolate. Surrounded by starlight, her peerless beauty made others feel unworthy to even look up. A thousand rays of auspice streamed from her—then, in an instant, all returned to calm.
She was gentle as water. Simply standing beside her filled the heart with warmth, like a mother's embrace—comforting and irresistible.
"You are the god of another world? You tore the void and came to mine…"
The goddess moved with serene grace; even the smallest gesture carried a noble elegance that commanded respect.
"'God,' is it? No wonder mortals here call you a goddess—you claim divinity yourself."
Goku smiled lightly. "Goddess… heh. The title does suit you."
"Names are only labels." Her eyes were mild, her voice tranquil. "Then, foreign realm- Sovereign, what brings you to me?"
Goku studied her for a moment. "I came intending to take your divine seat—to use your Sovereign power to heal my wounds. But facing such a beautiful goddess… I can't bring myself to do it."
"Take my seat? Then as a realm-Sovereign… you're injured?"
Surprise touched her calm features—no anger, only genuine concern.
Her kindness, her compassion—every breath radiated care for all things. In that light, even Goku's heart unexpectedly settled.
Standing before such a benevolent goddess, his pressure spiked; he couldn't strike her. He waved it off. "Forget it. I'll go trouble some other realm-Sovereign."
"May I see?" she asked gently. "Perhaps I can help."
"You help me? No. Your law-power isn't enough to erase what's in me."
He declined with a shake of the head.
"Then… a realm-Sovereign far above me wounded you?"
Her brows knit slightly. As a realm-Sovereign, she knew secrets few did—though she had never left her own world.
"Not just above you—far above."
Goku extended his hand. A black law-rune blossomed there; pure Destruction rippled from it, cracking the space around them in an instant. Fissures crawled up his arm and blood welled out.
For the first time, shock crossed the goddess's tranquil face. A single stray rune, yet it radiated mortal danger. What kind of realm-Sovereign had left such a wound?
She moved a hand; countless runes of her own converged upon the black sigil. There was no thunderous clash—only mutual devouring and dissolution until both were gone. As the Destruction faded, the cracks in Goku's arm knit shut at once.
"I knew there were other realm-Sovereigns across dimensions," she said softly. "I did not expect one this strong."
She sighed. "It seems I cannot help. How did you come into conflict with such a being?"
"It wasn't a conflict—I simply exist and he couldn't tolerate that."
Goku's tone was helpless. The Dragon Ball world's realm-Sovereign had tried to erase him without a word—blatant jealousy.
"He could not tolerate your existence?" The goddess's gaze remained mild, but curiosity glimmered there. Other dimensions intrigued this 'homebound' deity.
"Do you know how long it took me to rise from a mortal to a Sovereign?" he asked.
"You… ascended from a mortal?"
For the first time, a ripple of astonishment passed through her eyes, though her face stayed composed.
Goku nodded.
"How long?"
"Not ten years."
Counting time in the Hyperbolic time Chamber, it might even be less.
So few words, such staggering weight. Even the goddess was briefly speechless. At last she breathed, "No wonder that realm-Sovereign can't abide you."
In under a decade, he had become a realm-Sovereign—and one higher than she. Unbelievable to speak aloud, yet she knew, as one of her kind, that it was true.
At that moment, a vast black vortex opened in the goddess's domain. A dreadful aura poured from it, and the space around them shattered layer by layer, on the brink of collapse.
Her face changed. Hands weaving seals, she sent waves of spatial power rippling out. The broken spaces began to heal—only to be shattered again by that invading force. Her repairs could not keep pace with the ruin.
Feeling the familiar, terrifying presence, Goku's expression darkened. He looked up at the abyss. "That bastard… so fast already?"
From within the void, a roar boomed. A towering figure shot out and hung in the air, aura cracking space to black around him—
Yuanmie, battered and bleeding, a mess.
Goku blinked—then grinned, arms folding. "Well, if it isn't Yuanmie. Who did this to you? That look is… stunning."
"Hrngh?" Rage flared in Yuanmie's eyes. He glanced down at himself, then exploded. "Damn it, Goku! You bastard—this is all your fault! I almost capsized in a gutter because of you. Today you die!"
Thinking of his recent miseries, Yuanmie nearly wept.
Freshly unsealed and still weak, he had run into Goku's group—and the monstrous realm-Sovereign of the Dragon Ball world. Then Goku borrowed the Dimensional God's power to destroy the transit channel, worsening his injuries. As if that weren't enough, he fell into another high-martial world. Not Dragon Ball-level, but terrifying all the same.
The instant he appeared, that world's realm-Sovereign confronted him. They fought for days without a winner. For Yuanmie—avatar of Dimensional Evil—to stalemate a realm-Sovereign two rungs below him was humiliation.
Fine, he'd retreat. He tore open a dimensional corridor to flee—
but how could the other let him go? A gravely wounded supreme being—what a prize! So the pursuit began.
They battled through corridor after corridor. Finally, Yuanmie lost his temper and, though still weakened, used a forbidden technique to one-shot his foe—
and crippled himself further in the process.
He wanted a low-tier world to absorb a realm-Sovereign and recover a bit—only to bump into Goku again. Miserable fate. He, the great final boss of all dimensions, had become a walking tragedy.
Now he glared ferociously, eyes bulging, fit to devour Goku… while cold sweat trickled down his spine. If Goku were at full strength, he'd be dead.
Seeing Yuanmie bluster yet hold back, Goku's eyes narrowed. Did someone actually cripple him? Is that why he's wary? He didn't rush in either; his own injuries meant he couldn't unleash everything without risking a Destruction backlash.
As they squared off, a soft voice sounded: "I do not care who you are—but restrain your power. My world cannot withstand your turmoil."
"shut the fuck up!"
Yuanmie waved a hand and barked at the goddess.
She froze. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Heat rose in her chest.
Goku also blinked, then gave Yuanmie a sincere thumbs-up. "You've got guts. That's a real goddess, and you still dare mouth off?"
"Real, my ass. One slap and I'd paste her."
Yuanmie sneered, and with a sweep of his hand he painted the sky with a god-forged image. He gazed up, intoxicated. "Now that—that's my ideal goddess."
Goku's mouth twitched; even the goddess was speechless.
The figure in the image—could one call that a goddess? Thick cords of muscle thicker than Goku's, a brute's glare, a barrel-thick waist plated with rock-hard abs. The sight alone could kill.
"S-she's… your goddess?"
Goku pointed at the picture, swallowing, nearly dropping to his knees. This is beyond heavy taste…
"Of course! Look at those muscles, those arms—the fierce gaze—perfection!" Yuanmie practically purred. "Muscle is strength; strength is beauty. That's the only goddess worthy of me."
"Ugh…"
Goku nearly retched. He couldn't help blurting, "Hell—what a heavy taste. No wonder you're destined to—well—self-service for life…"
"Sigh. The world truly is limitless in its oddities," the goddess murmured, taking a prudent step back. Yuanmie's mind was… not normal. Distance was wise.
All the while, Yuanmie watched Goku. With Goku's temperament, if he were uninjured he'd be striking already—kicking a man when he's down, as Yuanmie himself would. The fact that he hadn't moved meant only one thing:
Goku's wounds weren't healed either.
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