"Zamasu, you scoundrel! You've truly disappointed me. I thought you would emerge victorious," Rumssi declared with a look of dejection, shaking his head at Zamasu.
Zamasu remained silent.
"Now that the new year has passed, keeping you around seems pointless. Just die!" Rumssi scoffed.
"Wh-what did you say?" Zamasu's expression contorted.
"Do I need to list out everything you've done?" Rumssi sneered.
"What have I done?" Zamasu's heart sank.
Had he discovered my collusion with Lord Gowasu?
"Bang!"
Without hesitation, Rumssi unleashed a palm strike, piercing Zamasu's heart directly.
"Pfft..."
Zamasu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face instantly paling.
In the next moment, Zamasu's life force began to fade.
Soon, Zamasu's head lolled to the side, and he died.
Champa offered no comment on the unfolding events.
There was no need for a God of Destruction to justify killing someone from his own universe.
Even if he were a Kai.
As long as he wasn't a Supreme Kai.
Disciples of Supreme Kais were, in principle, also subject to the wrath of Gods of Destruction.
"Take all your anger out on him, Rumssi. Your temper hasn't changed one bit," Champa chuckled.
"Hmph, useless! He served no further purpose! I've disliked him for a long time!" Rumssi grumbled.
"I won't interfere with matters in your universe. Starting tomorrow, you will work for me. Understand?" Champa grinned.
"Certainly, no problem," Rumssi readily agreed. "As I said, I enjoy working. I've already destroyed most of the planets in my universe. I deliberately lost to you."
"Then why did you kill him? Who would believe that!" Champa laughed.
"I killed him simply because I found him annoying," Rumssi grunted. "Alright, let's go, let's go!"
With that, Rumssi waved to Vegeta, urging him to leave quickly.
"Why should I leave? I haven't even participated in the tournament yet!" Vegeta showed no inclination to depart.
"Are you trying to embarrass yourself here, you brat?" Rumssi chided.
"You promised I could participate, but then you called that Zamasu guy!" Vegeta protested.
"Don't talk back to me!" Rumssi roared. "Just tell me if you're leaving or not. If you don't, I won't hesitate to kill you too!"
"Hmph, Vegeta keeps his word!" Vegeta declared, immediately gripping his staff, ready for battle.
"Boy, do you think you can challenge a God of Destruction just because you possess an Angel's staff?" Rumssi sneered, extending his hand towards Vegeta.
Champa: "..."
Why are you two bickering again?
"Rumssi, it's just a tournament. Why not have another match?" Champa's mind raced, deciding to arrange another game.
The hundred years didn't feel quite satisfying.
A hundred years passed swiftly for a God of Destruction.
Since this young Vegeta was so eager to compete, why not seize this opportunity?
"Why should I have another match? Haven't I been embarrassed enough!" Rumssi huffed.
"If I lose, I'll handle your work for you. Isn't it just about destroying planets?" Vegeta offered.
"See, Vegeta has said it. What are you still worried about?" Champa grinned. "Let's have another round. We're not busy anyway. Why the rush to get back?"
"Hmph." Rumssi snorted, neither agreeing nor refusing.
"How about this, instead of Vegeta fighting four opponents, let him fight Hit. What do you say? That's fair, isn't it?" Champa proposed.
Rumssi continued to grunt.
"If I lose, I'll forgive you the hundred years of work. What do you say? I'm being generous, aren't I?" Champa smiled.
"Are you sure?" Rumssi finally turned to look at Champa.
"Of course," Champa nodded.
I want to win more.
"If I win, you'll work for me for another hundred years, making it a total of two hundred years. How about that?" Champa suggested.
"Two hundred years? Is that all?" Rumssi scoffed. "If we're going to play, let's play big. A hundred or two hundred years is too boring."
"You... how big do you want to play?" Champa blinked in surprise and asked.
"At least starting from two thousand years," Rumssi stated.
Champa: "..."
You're ruthless.
That's a twenty-fold increase.
"I'm just asking if you dare to play," Rumssi asked, wagging his elephant trunk.
Champa gritted his teeth.
After a brief hesitation.
"Let's play, who's afraid of whom!" Champa declared, clenching his fists.
Two thousand years, so be it.
This way, I can truly lie back and relax.
This is two thousand years!
"Tell me, how do you want to play?" Champa inquired.
"Let's forget the previous hundred years and go straight for something big," Rumssi suggested with a wave of his hand.
Champa: "..."
"Why should we just forget it? You think I'll let you cheat me out of these hundred years! No way!" Champa's eyes widened in outrage.
You're really thinking too highly of yourself.
You want to play big and then conveniently forget my hundred years?
Do you take me for a fool?
"Fine, let's add those hundred years," Rumssi proposed. "If I win, you'll owe me nineteen hundred years; if I lose, I'll owe you twenty-one hundred years of work."
"That's acceptable," Champa exclaimed gleefully, nodding in agreement. "No problem!"
Hahaha!
This idiot, this idiot!
He's losing two hundred years.
Regardless of whether he wins or loses, he's added an extra hundred years...
This is great!
Champa felt thrilled just thinking about it.
This guy must have learned his math from the gym teacher.
"Let's add something more exciting too. The loser has to kick Beerus three times and destroy his palace," Rumssi added.
"Agreed, it's a deal!" Champa nodded in agreement.
I also like kicking Beerus.
Why shouldn't I agree to such a great opportunity?
"Alright, one game to decide the winner!" Rumssi chuckled inwardly.