"Get lost, Rumshii!" Quitela roared, his voice filled with suppressed anger, yet he dared not make any large movements, afraid of exposing himself.
"This... haha, how did Lord Sidra get stuck up there?" Gowasu forced a laugh, finding the scene utterly ridiculous.
"Um, he wanted to come in, but accidentally got stuck. Now I have no way to get him out," Soya shrugged, explaining with an innocent face. "So I had to leave him here as a decoration. It's quite unique."
Quitela gnashed his teeth in anger, grinding them audibly.
Decoration?
You trapped me here to use as a decoration?
You're the decoration, your whole family are decorations!
"This is interesting! It's my first time seeing a Destroyer stuck on a cube wall," Rumshii laughed heartily, rocking back and forth, his elephant trunk trembling. "Too hilarious, Sidra, you've come to this!"
Seeing Sidra stuck on the cube wall, Zamasu also widened his eyes, feeling utterly baffled. He leaned weakly on the ground.
This guy seems to be the Destroyer from the Ninth Universe, not weak at all.
How did he get stuck there?
Can't he move?
What exactly is this cube?
Zamasu couldn't help but shiver, cold sweat breaking out on his back.
If even a Destroyer cannot move, what if I got stuck on it...
That would be a terrifying thing, worse than death.
Zamasu dared not think further, his gaze towards Soya now holding a trace of fear.
How did Soya manage to do this?
He can actually trap a Destroyer!
Wait!
When did Sidra go to seek revenge on Soya?
How did I not know?
It must be said, Soya really provokes quite a few Destroyers. Sidra from the Ninth Universe, and Quitela...
Hold on, should I team up with other Destroyers to deal with Soya?
This guy Rumshii is unreliable, bought over by just a cup of tea!
Zamasu's eyes darted around, calculations running through his mind.
"Sidra, how could you be so careless?" Rumshii laughed even more brightly, slapping his thigh. "Hahaha, too funny, let me laugh a bit more, my stomach hurts from laughing."
Quitela let out a long sigh of relief, secretly feeling fortunate inside.
Good thing I disguised myself as Sidra.
Otherwise, I'd be utterly humiliated. How could I ever face the other Destroyers again?
Just as they were speaking, suddenly a streak of purplish-red light came whistling from the distance, carrying powerful energy fluctuations, tearing through the sky.
"Smack!"
The purplish-red light around the figure dissipated, revealing their true appearance as they landed steadily at the scene. It was none other than Sidra, the Destroyer of the Ninth Universe.
Rumshii's laughter instantly froze on his face, as if frozen solid. He looked with shock and uncertainty at the Sidra who had just appeared, then at the "Sidra" stuck on the flying cube, momentarily unable to tell which was real.
Quitela's eyes twitched violently, his complexion changing repeatedly, cursing his luck inwardly.
What a coincidence!
The person who appeared at the scene was none other than Sidra, the Destroyer of the Ninth Universe.
"Rumshii, you're really at leisure, aren't you? What are you doing coming to the Kai's planet for no reason?" Sidra asked Rumshii, his tone carrying dissatisfaction. "You made me search all over! I've been looking for you for ages!"
Rumshii: "..."
Rumshii stared blankly at Sidra, then rubbed his eyes forcefully, looking again at Quitela stuck on the cube wall. His elephant trunk swayed uncertainly, his mind a complete mess.
Two Sidras?
Which one is real?
Sidra also sensed something was off, frowned, and immediately turned his head to look in Quitela's direction. When he saw the person identical to himself, his face instantly turned ashen.
At this sight, Sidra flew into a rage, destructive energy erupting around him.
"Who are you? How dare you impersonate me!" Sidra exploded in anger, rushing forward and pummeling Quitela, fists whistling through the air as they smashed into Quitela's face.
Quitela howled in pain, letting out agonized cries, but couldn't break free, forced to endure it all.
Soya shivered violently, quietly taking Raditz and the others a few steps back, slipping away like a little ghost, not wanting to get involved in this mess.
"So you are Sidra?" Rumshii suddenly came to his senses, pointing at the Sidra at the scene, then at the being beaten Quitela, a look of sudden understanding dawning on his face.
"What do you think!" Sidra was furious, slapping Quitela twice more across the face, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted angrily, "Speak! Who exactly are you? You have quite the nerve, impersonating me!"
Quitela's expression became exceptionally ugly, beaten dizzy.
This is damn awkward.
The Destroyer I impersonated actually showed up himself.
What to do?
"I... I am..." Quitela transformed in a flash, a quick wit striking him. He immediately changed into the appearance of Beerus, hoping to bluff his way through.
"Beerus? It's you!!!"
Both Sidra and Rumshii glared, immediately stepping forward to give Quitela a combined beating, fists and feet flying together.
"Squeak squeak!"
Quitela truly couldn't bear it any longer, emitting primitive, mouse-like squeaks, his voice full of panic and disarray.
Both Rumshii and Sidra paused, as if a pause button had been pressed, immediately stopping their attacks. They scrutinized Quitela up and down, their eyes filled with doubt.
Quitela, feeling guilty, quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet their gaze.
At this moment, Quitela felt his mentality completely collapse.
This damn...
I really regret saying I'm Beerus.
Is my brain fried?
Doesn't Beerus provoke enough Destroyers?
I could have said anyone but Beerus.
Isn't this purely asking for a beating?
"Sidra, did you hear a strange sound just now?" Rumshii turned to ask Sidra, a note of uncertainty in his tone.
"There was indeed a strange sound, it called out twice," Sidra nodded, his brow slightly furrowed, his gaze returning to Quitela.
Their stares once again focused on Quitela like searchlights.
Quitela nervously swallowed, feeling as if he'd been thrown into an ice cellar, completely uncomfortable.
After a brief moment of stunned stupor, Quitela finally thought of a way.
"That... actually, I'm not Beerus, I'm Belmod," Quitela said, his body glowing faintly as he transformed once more, changing into the appearance of Belmod.
Belmod is the Destroyer of the Eleventh Universe, a clown-like figure with exaggerated makeup on his face.
Seeing Quitela transform into Belmod, Rumshii and Sidra stared at him deeply again, the doubt in their eyes growing stronger, feeling that something was definitely off.
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