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Across the infinite reaches of the Wanjie Multiverse, a heavy silence fell upon the countless viewers watching the projection. Optimism for Universe 7 had all but evaporated.
Even those who had followed the journey of Son Goku and his companions from the beginningâwatching them grow from martial artists to defenders of their realityâfelt a tightening in their chests. Universe 7 had earned a place of honor in their hearts, but the cold reality of the Tournament of Power was undeniable.
The odds were no longer just unfavorable; they were impossible. Fans across the dimensions desperately yearned for a miracle, yet even the most hopeful among them struggled to define what that miracle would look like.
How could a group of warriors, battered, bloodied, and drained of every drop of Ki, possibly overcome a monster like Jiren? The Pride Trooper stood like an unshakeable monolith, his power still peaking while his opponents could barely stand. To win now wouldn't just be a miracleâit would feel like a defiance of the laws of the universe itself.
Sengoku stared at the screen, his tactical mind analyzing the battlefield with grim precision. From a strategic standpoint, Universe 7's chances aren't just low; they are non-existent. There is no path to victory left. Nearby, the Armor Summoner, Akira, shook his head in disbelief.
Even if Goku manages to tap into the Silver-Eyed state of Ultra Instinct again, would it even matter? Transformations require a baseline of physical energy to maintain. He's completely spent. Unless Ultra Instinct magically restores his stamina and heals those wounds, he's just a glass cannon without any ammunition.
Akira's assessment was echoed by many. Transformation was a multiplier of one's current state; if the base was crumbling, the peak would inevitably collapse. In his current condition, Goku likely lacked the Ki to even sustain a basic Super Saiyan form, let alone the divine taxing pressure of Ultra Instinct.
In the divine realm, Vermoud, the God of Destruction of Universe 11, turned to his counterpart with a smug but measured tone. I'm sorry, Beerus, but Jiren is simply on another level. I'll give credit where it's due, thoughâSon Goku and his team fought with incredible spirit. I acknowledge their strength.
Beerus sat slumped, the usual fire in his eyes replaced by a rare, somber acceptance. I never imagined Universe 11 housed a mortal with power that rivaled the Gods. Internally, the God of Destruction had already conceded.
He knew that even at full strength, Goku had struggled to scratch Jiren. Now, with broken ribs and depleted Ki reserves, the gap was an ocean. If Universe 7 won now, even Beerus would suspect the Grand Priest of rigging the match.
His only solace was that this was a recording of a potential future; he could only pray that Zeno wouldn't be inspired to hold the tournament in their current timeline, where Goku hadn't even mastered the Super Saiyan forms seen on screen. He watched on, determined to see the end of his warriors with the dignity they deserved.
Back on the crumbling Kachi Katchin arena, the struggle continued. Thanks to the selfless sacrifice and stalling tactics of Android 17, Goku and Vegeta had managed to claw back a fraction of their stamina. However, Goku remained hunched over, his breathing ragged and his Ki flickering like a candle in a storm.
It was Vegeta who forced himself upright. The Prince of all Saiyans stood alone against the juggernaut of Universe 11. Despite being beaten to the brink of unconsciousness, his pride refused to let him kneel. He unleashed a desperate Final Flash, a golden beam of pure willpower, but it washed over Jiren like a light breeze. With a final, crushing blow from Jiren's iron fist, Vegeta's vision blurred.
As he tumbled into the void of the arena's edge, his mind flashed with images of Bulma, Trunks, and the promise he made to his disciple, Cabba. He had failed to protect them. In a final, heartbreaking act of defiance and camaraderie, Vegeta channeled every remaining spark of his Ki into a small orb and hurled it toward Goku. I'm counting on you, Kakarot! With that final shout, the Prince of Saiyans was eliminated.
A wave of profound respect swept through the multiverse. From the pirates of the Grand Line to the cultivators of the higher realms, viewers stood in silence. Vegeta's unwavering perseverance was the embodiment of a true warrior's spirit. He was glorious in defeat.
Even within the ranks of the Pride Troopers, a change in atmosphere occurred. Jiren, usually silent and stoic, watched the screen with narrowed eyes. That Vegeta... he is a true warrior. Beside him, Toppo nodded solemnly.
It was this same Saiyan who had broken past his God of Destruction energy. I accept my loss to such a man. He and Goku are opponents worthy of the highest respect. If their power had been just a fraction higher, our Universe 11 would have been in true peril.
The Pride Troopers felt a surge of relief. They realized that Jiren was the only thing standing between them and total erasure. He was a force of nature that transcended the levels of every other fighter in the tournament. Across the high-ranking universes like Universe 1, 12, 5, and 8, the Gods and their citizens felt a chill of gratitude.
They were thankful their high Mortal Levels spared them from this meat grinder. They had the average strength, but they doubted they had a champion who could survive ten seconds against the likes of Jiren or the Saiyans of Universe 7.
Every eye in the multiverse was now glued to the flickering screen. Some stood, unable to remain seated under the mounting pressure. The final act was beginning, and they were all witnesses to the closing moments of Universe 7.