In the vast universe, a planet was on the verge of its demise.
Endless war was the main theme of this planet, with beacon fires and smoke rising one after another.
A god quietly descended.
Her arrival was to put the final period on this irreparable planet.
A God of Destruction.
A god who destroys planets to maintain the balance of the universe.
This was the mission the universe bestowed upon her.
"Destroy."
A voice devoid of emotion, yet slightly tender, echoed into every corner of the planet.
All living beings on this planet stopped what they were doing.
Even the two sides engaged in the most intense warfare, at this moment, moved away from the clamor of battle.
They all looked up at the sky in unison.
The shattered atmosphere was tinged with a purple glow, forming a magnificent aurora borealis in the sky.
Not long after, the ground also turned purple.
A thin purple veil enveloped all living beings, and an irresistible sense of dread arose spontaneously.
"Did we... anger the gods?"
Someone said this tremblingly.
Perhaps, it was the last words of life on this planet.
The ground began to crumble, and the sky quickly darkened.
As far as the eye could see, purple energy devoured everything around it.
It eroded, decomposed, and finally turned into nothingness.
In just a few seconds, no trace of this planet could be found.
"This kind of work really isn't likable."
In the universe, the young girl watched the planet disappear.
Her snow-white long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore an Egyptian pharaoh-style dress, which made her look somewhat solemn.
She slowly lowered her hand, and the purple destructive energy in her palm quickly receded.
"It's time to leave."
With a soft sigh, the young girl's figure vanished into the universe.
…
The God of Destruction Realm.
At the edge of the universe, a special space.
The young girl lay sprawled out on the grass, looking lazy.
She was no longer wearing the pharaoh-style work uniform, but a light white suspender dress.
She looked languid, with a bit of a girl-next-door feel.
"Twenty years..." The young girl counted on her fingers.
Transmigrating to the Dragon Ball World and becoming the princess of the Saiyan race, the name Beryl had been with her for twenty years.
Ten years ago, after her planet exploded, she transmigrated from the Seventh Universe to this universe.
And was unexpectedly picked up by the previous God of Destruction, brought back to the God of Destruction Realm, and became a candidate God of Destruction.
Five years ago, she transitioned from a candidate God of Destruction to a formal God of Destruction, and since then, her appearance has not changed.
She no longer cared much about the gender change before and after transmigration.
Or rather, she basically never cared.
When you transmigrate and know that the planet you live on will explode in a few years, and your life is in danger, would you still care about gender?
In a high-risk world where a wave of a hand can easily annihilate a planet.
Gender is insignificant in the face of power.
"I wonder if that guy Ginyu is still alive."
Even after so long, Beryl still vividly remembered Ginyu's rotten behavior of flipping the table when he couldn't win.
However, if Ginyu hadn't blown up the planet, the Chat Group probably wouldn't have awakened. She wouldn't have come to the current universe, let alone become a God of Destruction candidate, and then unexpectedly become the new God of Destruction.
The Chat Group system, at the last moment of the planet's explosion, saved Beryl's life, sent her to the current universe, and then had been showing 'loading' ever since.
From being a God of Destruction candidate to becoming a God of Destruction for so many years, the Chat Group was still in a loading state.
"I wonder when it will end."
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Beryl's mind.
[Ding—]
[Chat Group loaded successfully.]
Beryl: "???"
Beryl sprang up into a sitting position.
What did she just hear?
The idle Chat Group was going to officially start today?
In her mind, the mechanical voice of the Chat Group sounded again.
[Ding, pulling people in...]
[Ding! Uchiha Madara, joined the Chat Group.]
[Ding! Tragic Priestess, joined the Chat Group.]
[Ding! I Am Not a Spider, joined the Chat Group.]
With three consecutive notification sounds, Beryl noticed the Chat Group's activity. She briefly browsed the Chat Group's functions, then turned her gaze to the members pulled in by the Chat Group.
"Hmm, all strange titles."
In the Chat Group, besides herself, three other avatars were lit up.
Beryl sent a message to the Chat Group.
[World's No. 1 Princess: "Hello hello hello, is anyone there? If you are, say something. I'm Beryl, the Group Leader of this Chat Group. Uh... my nickname also seems strange.]
Beryl was about to greet the group, but the message she sent became bizarre.
World's No. 1 Princess, was that referring to her?
Apparently, in this world, she was indeed a princess.
After a long time, no one replied.
[Ding, Uchiha Madara has died.]
Beryl: "..."
The sudden message from the Chat Group left Beryl bewildered.
However, what happened next left her utterly speechless.
The Chat Group continued to scroll through messages.
[Ding, I Am Not a Spider has died.]
[Ding, Tragic Priestess has died.]
Beryl: "..."
In the God of Destruction Realm, looking at the three consecutive death messages, Beryl was dumbfounded, her forehead covered with black lines.
Three people were pulled in, and before they even warmed up, they all died suddenly.
System, you're not pulling people in, you're issuing death notices!
[Ding, sending Group Member death replays to the Group Leader.]
Beryl looked at a corner of the chat interface. Three videos had appeared in the originally blank Group Leader attachments.
"System, you're so thoughtful, there are even videos." Beryl grumbled.
Beryl opened the first death replay.
First to appear was an extremely dimly lit cave.
Inside sat a withered old man, his face full of wrinkles, his white hair reaching his waist. He was constantly gasping for breath, looking very weak.
"Obito, during this period before my revival, you are Uchiha Madara walking in the world..."
The withered old man, sitting cross-legged, swayed as he stood up, struggling to speak.
"Use your eyes to observe this Ninja World full of despair, and you will understand more deeply that only Infinite Tsukuyomi can save it."
Tear—
The old man severed his connection with the Gedo Mazo.
The tubes used to replenish the old man's life force dropped to the ground.
"Cough... cough cough cough." The old man coughed hard. Losing the support of the Gedo Mazo, his rapidly aging body slowly slumped.
In his mind, images of his dear friend appeared.
Two young men sitting on a cliff, discussing peace and the future with each other... And this scene was also recorded by the Chat Group's replay.
The old man's consciousness gradually blurred.
"Hashirama... In the years after your death, three Ninja World Wars broke out, each more intense than the last. The Tailed Beasts you distributed... became weapons to expand the slaughter."
"You were wrong, Hashirama!"
[Ding, sensing your strong obsession, inviting you to join the Chat Group.]
"Who?"
The appearing voice interrupted the old man's thoughts and made his consciousness, which was about to fall into silence, dissipate even faster.
[Ding, your consciousness is about to disappear. To avoid accidents, you will be forcibly pulled into the Chat Group.]
[Ding, congratulations on successfully joining the Chat Group.]
...After watching the video, Beryl didn't know where to begin complaining.
So, this Chat Group of yours pulls in someone who's about to die just to make up the numbers?
Although there were many questions, Beryl still opened the second video.
"Uh... this perspective is so strange."
In the classroom, students listened attentively.
The video being played gave a very distorted feeling, like looking at a funhouse mirror from the outside. Neither the lines nor the surrounding scenery were very harmonious.
"Is this group member looking down from the ceiling?"
Beryl looked at the group member's nickname and avatar.
"I Am Not a Spider."
So, the group member is a spider?
"Boom"
With a loud bang, the energy generated by the explosion engulfed everything in the classroom.
Blinding light covered the entire screen.
"Hmm, died a bit hastily, most likely blown up." Beryl mused.
Such intense energy could not have been a normal gas pipeline explosion.
Hearing a "ding" sound on the screen.
Beryl no longer felt like complaining about the system.
It must have been pulled in just before dying, and then died suddenly.
Beryl directly clicked on the last death replay.
In the video.
A woman in a white robe and red skirt, dragging her heavily injured body, slowly walked towards her Village.
The white robe on her, near her chest, was torn by sharp claws, and blood continuously seeped from the wound, staining a large area of her clothes crimson.
"The priestess guarding the jewel of four souls?"
Seeing the cold-looking woman in the video, Beryl guessed her identity.
The video passed minute by minute.
As the priestess passed away, the replay footage also reached its end.
As soon as Beryl finished watching the replay, the voice in the Chat Group sounded.
[Ding, detecting that all group members have died, activating emergency measures to bind their souls.]
[Binding successful.]
[Ding, Uchiha Madara, Kumoko, Kikyo, joined the Chat Group.]