When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

Rimuru, with his extensive network of spies that spanned the entire Cardinal World and beyond, began receiving troubling whispers. These fragments of information were scarce, almost ephemeral, but their significance was undeniable. Rimuru had trained his intelligence network to filter out noise and focus on meaningful patterns, yet this new threat was proving elusive. Hints of a shadowy group pulling strings behind the scenes, whispers of strange disappearances, and rumors of individuals suddenly gaining unnatural power pointed to a hidden danger.

No matter how deep Rimuru's spies delved, they were met with dead ends. The web of information seemed deliberately tangled, as if someone—or something—was working to remain undetected. Rimuru's concern grew. He had seen how unchecked ambition, greed, and darkness could spiral into chaos, and he wasn't about to let the Cardinal World fall into disarray after everything they had rebuilt.

He decided that this matter couldn't be handled alone. If these whispers were indeed the remnants of Artemis's minions, then their cunning and manipulative nature would require the collective wisdom and strength of the Demon Lords to counter. Rimuru sent out summons for a Walpurgis meeting. This time, the stakes were higher than they had been in decades.

The familiar setting of the Demon Lord gathering took on a tense atmosphere as each lord arrived. Guy Crimson was the first, his crimson cloak billowing as he sat at the head of the table with his usual smirk, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. Luminous Valentine entered with her characteristic elegance, her cold demeanor masking her growing concern. Draguel's towering figure loomed over the others as he took his seat silently, while Milim Nava burst in with her usual boundless energy, though even she could sense the seriousness of the meeting. Leon Cromwell followed, his golden eyes scanning the room with suspicion, and finally, Ramiris fluttered in, muttering nervously about what Rimuru had called them for this time.

Rimuru, seated calmly but exuding authority, began the discussion.

Rimuru: (his tone measured) "I've called you all here because of a growing concern. My network of spies has uncovered fragments of information—barely more than whispers—but they all point to a potential threat. It's subtle, almost invisible, but it's there."

Guy Crimson: (leaning back, his crimson eyes narrowing) "A potential threat? That's vague, even for you. Care to elaborate?"

Rimuru: "The specifics are scarce, but the signs are troubling. Strange disappearances, sudden rises in power among individuals in weaker nations, and whispers of manipulation at the highest levels of some governments. It's as if someone is working in the shadows, destabilizing the world bit by bit."

Luminous: (her voice calm but icy) "And you believe this could be the work of Artemis's remnants?"

Rimuru: (nodding) "It's the most plausible explanation. His most cunning and manipulative minions managed to escape. They're likely using human greed and ambition as tools to sow chaos, all while staying hidden."

Milim: (slamming her hands on the table, her usual grin replaced with a rare seriousness) "If that's true, we can't let them get away with it! We need to find them and crush them!"

Leon Cromwell: (his tone skeptical) "If they've remained hidden this long, they won't be easy to root out. This could take years."

Draguel: (his deep voice rumbling) "We don't have years. If they're allowed to grow unchecked, they could become a threat greater than Artemis himself."

As the Demon Lords debated, trying to piece together what little they knew, the air around them suddenly shifted. Time seemed to freeze, and the very fabric of reality warped. Before they could react, they were transported to a different realm entirely.

And in an instant, the Demon Lords found themselves in a realm unlike any they had ever seen. The atmosphere was indescribable—a realm of endless beauty, where the very air shimmered with celestial hues. The sky was an ever-changing masterpiece, blending colors that didn't exist in the mortal spectrum. The land beneath their feet felt alive, pulsating with an energy that resonated with their very souls. Towering mountains floated in the distance, their peaks crowned with golden clouds, while rivers of pure starlight wound their way through emerald plains.

At the center of it all stood a castle that defied mortal comprehension. Its spires reached beyond the heavens, and its walls shimmered as though made of liquid diamond. Every brick seemed to hum with power, and the castle exuded an aura so divine and majestic that even the proudest among the Demon Lords felt humbled.

Guy Crimson: (his usual smug grin replaced with wide-eyed awe) "What… is this place?"

Luminous: (her voice soft, almost reverent) "I've seen beauty in my time, but this… this is beyond words."

Milim: (spinning in place, her usual energy bubbling over) "It's so pretty! I didn't think anything could look this cool!"

Leon: (his voice low, his golden eyes scanning their surroundings) "The power here… it's overwhelming. It feels… timeless."

Ramiris: (hovering in the air, her wings fluttering nervously) "I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified. This place feels alive!"

Before they could gather their thoughts, a voice echoed through the realm—deep, commanding, and filled with undeniable authority.

Beerus: (his tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of power) "Welcome to my realm, Demon Lords. I hope it meets your expectations."

They turned as one to see Beerus standing behind them, his presence effortlessly dominating the space. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement as he observed their reactions. His six wives—Zerna, Erza, Velzar, Beta, Delta, and Sigma—stood nearby, each exuding their unique blend of beauty and power, silently observing the visitors with mild curiosity.

With a snap of Beerus's fingers, a grand round table appeared before them, laden with an array of delicacies and drinks that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance. The chairs surrounding the table were as grand as thrones, each customized to the individual Demon Lord's style.

Beerus: (gesturing for them to sit) "Please, make yourselves comfortable.

As they took their seats, the Demon Lords found themselves oddly subdued. The sheer magnificence of their surroundings had left even the boldest among them momentarily speechless. Beerus leaned back in his chair, sipping a drink that seemed to radiate warmth and light.

Guy Crimson: (breaking the silence, his tone casual but with a hint of respect) "I have to admit, Beerus, this place is… impressive. I've seen a lot in my time, but nothing like this."

Beerus: (smirking) "Impressive is the least I expect. This realm is a reflection of my will. Time does not flow here unless I allow it, and the weather bends to my desires. Beauty, power, and control—this realm embodies it all."

Milim: (grinning, already devouring a plate of snacks) "This is amazing! You've got good food too! Can I stay here forever?"

Beerus: (chuckling) "You'd find it far less entertaining than you think, Milim. This is not a place for idleness."

The conversation soon turned to Beerus's reason for summoning them.

Beerus: "I've decided to bring back something I once enjoyed immensely: tournaments. Not just any tournaments, but battles between the strongest beings across dimensions. I want to see how you Demon Lords fare against fighters from other worlds."

Guy Crimson: (his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement) "Now that's something I can get behind. A challenge worthy of my time."

Milim: (pounding the table with enthusiasm) "Yes! This sounds like so much fun! I can't wait to fight some new opponents!"

Luminous: (raising an eyebrow, her tone measured) "And what's your purpose in this, Beerus? Is this for your entertainment, or do you have another motive?"

Beerus: (smirking) "Perhaps. Or perhaps it's to remind you all that there's always someone stronger, somewhere out there. Consider it a test of your strength and unity."

As the excitement grew, Rimuru, who had been quietly observing, decided to bring up the matter that had been troubling him.

Rimuru: (leaning forward, his tone serious) "Lord Beerus, I appreciate the idea of the tournament, but there's something else we need to address. My network of spies has uncovered hints of another threat—a possible remnant of Artemis's influence."

Beerus's expression didn't change, but his golden eyes sharpened, and the wives exchanged curious glances.

Rimuru: "The information is sparse, but it's enough to be concerning. There's a chance that some of Artemis's minions are still alive, hiding in the shadows and manipulating things behind the scenes."

Guy Crimson: (scowling) "If that's true, we need to root them out before they become a real problem."

Luminous: "Agreed. We can't afford to let Artemis's legacy fester."

Beerus listened silently, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he leaned forward, his gaze piercing.

Beerus: "I will not interfere directly. This is your world, and you must handle your own problems. However, I will say this: The shadows grow strongest where the light blinds. Be wary of the cracks in your alliances, for that is where your enemy will strike."

His cryptic message left the Demon Lords thoughtful and uneasy.

With another snap of Beerus's fingers, the table vanished, and the Demon Lords found themselves standing once more in the celestial gardens.

Beerus: (his voice echoing across the realm) "Do not disappoint me, Demon Lords. When the tournament begins, I expect you to be stronger than ever. And as for your hidden threat—handle it wisely."

Before they could respond, they were enveloped in light and returned to the Cardinal World, each carrying the weight of what they had seen and heard.

As the Demon Lords exchanged glances, their expressions were a mix of awe, determination, and unease. They had been given much to think about—both the upcoming tournament and the lingering threat of Artemis's legacy.

Rimuru: (his voice steady) "Let's not waste any time. We have a lot of work to do."

The others nodded in agreement, their resolve strengthened by the encounter with Beerus and the glimpse of his unimaginable power. The game had changed, and they knew they had to be ready for whatever came next.