Merus watched, dumbfounded, 'That monster which had made countless civilizations tremble in fear, which had consumed most of the Supreme Kai's divine power to successfully suppress, was actually sealed inside a rice cooker?'
The scene was just too impactful.
He had seen countless sealing techniques, but using a household appliance to seal a world-ending demon was absolutely unprecedented.
"Th-this rice cooker..." Merus's voice wavered slightly. "What's the principle behind it? I've never heard of such a sealing technique..."
Setsuna casually swung the rice cooker in his hand, the muffled sounds of Moro's unwilling soul bumping against it and its garbled curses coming from inside, and smiled:
"This is called the [Evil Containment Wave], an invincible sealing technique developed on Earth."
Setsuna wasn't exaggerating. The Evil Containment Wave had virtually no upper limit... it could even seal the immortal Zamasu.
"As for why I used a rice cooker, it's because the seal is good, and the inner coating can isolate energy leakage to a certain extent," Setsuna explained seriously.
As for the real reason, of course, it was because the rice cooker was the Evil Containment Wave's signature vessel.
Merus nodded with a look of half-understanding: "Regardless, you actually managed to defeat Moro, that's incredible!"
"I originally thought that even if you could counter his abilities, you would still have to fight bitterly for a long time, perhaps even mutually assured destruction..."
"I didn't expect you to deal with him this way, with almost no damage."
Merus's admiration came from the heart.
As an Angel Trainee, he knew all too well how terrifying Moro was in his prime.
Although Moro was now at his weakest, he was still not something ordinary strongmen could handle.
Setsuna shook his head, his tone calm: "It's nothing great, just exploiting a gap in information."
"Once he's on guard, it won't be so easy to land a hit with this move again."
"You're too modest, Setsuna-sama." Merus bowed solemnly to Setsuna. "Regardless of the process, the result is that you saved this universe from a catastrophe that could have affected countless galaxies."
"On behalf of all the lives that might have been harmed, I offer you my deepest gratitude."
"Officer Merus, isn't a verbal thanks a bit too pale and weak?" Setsuna's smile held a teasing tone.
Merus pondered seriously for a moment, then asked solemnly, "Setsuna-sama, do you... want to become a god?"
"Become a god?" Setsuna raised an eyebrow, a glint of interest flashing in his pupils.
"Yes." Merus nodded and began to explain. "The balance of the universe is maintained by two types of authority: creation and destruction."
"On the creation side, the Supreme Kai is the leader... on the destruction side, the God of Destruction reigns supreme."
"Each universe has a God of Destruction, holding the authority of 'destruction', responsible for eliminating overly corrupt existences that hinder the universe's development, maintaining the universe's metabolism."
He looked at Setsuna and said slowly, word by word: "I can recommend you to become a [Provisional God of Destruction] for Universe 7."
The weight of this proposal was enough to drive any informed strongman crazy.
Setsuna asked with a half-smile, "It seems your identity is indeed special, Officer Merus."
Merus didn't deny it, simply responding calmly: "It's not convenient for me to reveal too much about my identity for now, but if you pass the trials and become a God of Destruction Candidate, you will naturally come to know many things."
Setsuna nodded slightly: "A very interesting proposal. Thank you for the recommendation, Officer Merus. But for now, I need to return to Earth first."
"When I went back to get the rice cooker earlier, I noticed there seemed to be some minor troubles over there that needed handling. I'll leave Moro to you."
Merus nodded: "Okay."
...
Meanwhile, on Earth.
Above the Cell Games arena.
Two figures wreathed in aura were fighting at high altitudes, hundreds of meters above the ground, at speeds beyond the limits of naked-eye tracking.
Each collision produced thunderous roars, and energy shockwaves acted like invisible scythes, tearing further into the already ravaged ground below.
Below, Mr. Satan watched this spectacle, dumbstruck, 'Was this really reasonable?'
Behind him was the TV crew he had specially arranged to interview himself.
"M-Mr. Satan!" The cameraman, pale-faced and voice trembling, pointed at the sky. "Why... why can they fly? How is that possible?"
Mr. Satan was currently standing at the edge of the arena, trying hard to look composed, arms crossed, putting on an air of deep mystery.
Hearing the reporter's question, he immediately struck a knowing pose, as if he had seen through it all, and said in a firm, decisive tone:
"It's an illusion! It must be an illusion they're putting on, working together! Using optical effects and wires, combined with some simple hypnotic techniques to deceive the audience's eyes!"
"So that's it!" The reporter's expression cleared, filled with admiration. "I knew it! How could humans possibly fly? As expected of Mr. Satan, your eyes are sharp enough to see through such tricks immediately!"
Satan stroked his mustache proudly: "Hmph, this level of disguise is nothing to a true martial artist… Ah!"
His words were cut off by a deafening roar.
In the sky, Cell landed a heavy punch on Goku's crossed arms. The terrifying energy, not fully negated, transformed into a green beam over ten meters in diameter, slamming diagonally into the ground.
Boom!
In the center of the arena, a bottomless pit over fifty meters in diameter instantly formed.
The rocks at the pit's edge were instantly melted into glass-like substance, smoke rising from them.
Deeper down, the dark red mantle magma could be vaguely seen churning.
The reporter's face was ashen, his teeth chattering: "M-Mr. Satan, is this also an illusion?"
Satan was now sweating profusely, his back completely soaked.
But he knew he absolutely couldn't show weakness now, otherwise, the 'World's Strongest' persona he had cultivated for years would be completely shattered.
"O-Of course, it's an illusion!" Satan forced himself to straighten up, though his voice trembled involuntarily.
"They must have buried a large amount of explosives underground in advance! Yes! That must be it! You can't fool me, Mr. Satan, with such a childish trick! Haha... hahaha..."
Hearing Satan's unconvincing explanation, the reporter team was completely convinced.
They showered him with another round of effortless flattery, leaving Krillin and the others, who were waiting nearby to watch the fun, dumbfounded.
'Were these people really not mentally challenged? They couldn't see through such an obvious lie?'
Just then, a calm voice tinged with slight amusement sounded in Satan's ear: "Oh? So it's you. You've grown quite a bit over the years, for a human."
Satan's whole body stiffened. Like a rusty robot, he turned his head bit by bit.
Then, he saw the figure that had haunted his nightmares for over a decade.
"Yo-You are..." Satan's voice trembled almost unintelligibly. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground, pointing at Setsuna, "That guy who followed Tao Pai Pai back then!"