When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

The air was thick with chaos.

The Cardinal World trembled, unable to withstand the sheer forces that clashed upon its surface. Every battlefield before this had been monumental, every opponent before this had been terrifying, but now—now they faced something beyond comprehension.

The Demon Lords, the strongest beings in existence, stood side by side, forming an unbreakable line.

Rimuru. Guy. Luminous. Leon. Draguel. Ramiris. Milim. Ivarage. Rudra. Velgrynd. Goku.

They had defeated gods. They had fought wars that spanned eternity.

Yet now, standing against Azazel, they felt something they had long forgotten.

Fear.

"Well now," Azazel mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "I expected you to run, to kneel, to break. Yet here you stand, ready to die?"

His grin widened, his abyssal aura spreading like ink spilling over the world.

"Very well. Let's play."

With no warning, he moved.

And the world shattered.

Azazel vanished.

He reappeared in the center of their formation—without any of them noticing—and with a simple backhand, sent Leon Cromwell flying through multiple dimensions.

"GAH—!!"

Leon crashed through reality itself, his body bouncing off collapsed timelines before finally stopping, barely able to stand.

Before anyone could react, Azazel twisted his body, blocking a punch from Goku with a single finger.

Goku's face twisted in shock.

"Tch!"

Azazel simply chuckled before countering with an elbow to Goku's gut, sending the Saiyan warrior cratering into the planet's molten core.

"You're fast," Azazel said, "but so disappointingly predictable."

Rimuru took no chances.

"Spatial Severance: Void Edge!"

A dimensional slash tore through space, aiming to cleave Azazel in two.

But Azazel simply turned his head, letting the attack pass by harmlessly.

"What's wrong, Rimuru?" Azazel whispered, suddenly appearing behind him.

Rimuru barely had time to turn before a palm strike slammed into his chest.

"GHH—!!"

The impact sent Rimuru hurling backward, the entire landscape behind him being erased from existence.

Milim screamed in fury, her aura erupting into a dragon's fury.

"I WON'T LOSE!!"

She launched forward, throwing a punch powerful enough to obliterate planets.

Azazel caught her fist with a smirk—then squeezed.

"Hmm. You call this strength?"

CRACK!

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH—!!"

Milim's arm shattered at the moment of impact, forcing her to recoil in agony.

Azazel casually tossed her aside, sending her skidding across the battlefield.

"So fragile."

Draguel roared, activating his Primordial Dragon King: Nyx-Khaos.

The skies darkened, and a storm of destruction descended.

"You want chaos?! THEN DROWN IN IT!"

He unleashed an all-consuming black fire, hotter than stars, capable of reducing gods to ash.

Azazel simply stood there.

The flames engulfed him.

And then—

"Ahh… how warm."

Azazel stepped out of the inferno, completely untouched.

He raised a single hand and snapped his fingers.

The storm Draguel summoned?

It turned against him.

"W-WHAT?!"

The very chaos Draguel wielded was now devouring him, suffocating him in his own power.

Luminous and Ramiris joined forces, launching a dual magic assault.

"Divine Lunar Cataclysm!"

"Abyssal Fairy Storm!"

The skies cracked as a storm of holy and abyssal energy rained down, each blast enough to destroy a world.

Azazel didn't even look.

"Child's play."

He raised a hand, and all of their attacks froze in time.

The very laws of magic stopped obeying them.

Then, he reversed their spells.

"Now, let's see how you handle your own strength."

The same magic they had cast now came hurtling toward them at double the potency.

"TCH!!"

Luminous barely managed to erect a barrier, but even so, she was forced to her knees.

Ramiris, despite her strength, was blasted away like a ragdoll.

"T-This is impossible…" she muttered, blood dripping from her mouth.

Rudra and Velgrynd launched their assault, fusing their abilities into a divine lance of pure judgment.

Azazel let it hit him.

The attack erupted with enough force to shake the fabric of reality—

And when the dust cleared, Azazel was still standing.

"Oh dear, was that supposed to hurt?"

With a casual wave of his hand, he split the ground beneath them, swallowing them into an endless void.

Beerus watched the battle unfold, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

His wives were visibly shaken.

Even Whis, the angelic observer of the universe, felt his grip tighten around his staff.

"My Lord… they're losing."

"Of course they are," Beerus muttered. "Azazel isn't fighting them seriously."

Beta clenched her fists.

"You mean—"

"He's toying with them."

Sigma's voice wavered slightly.

"If he wanted to, he could have killed them already…"

Beerus smirked.

"And yet, he hasn't."

Zerna narrowed her eyes.

"Why?"

Beerus chuckled.

"Because he's never faced resistance before."

"He's amused."

"He wants to see how far they'll go before they break."

"And…"

He tilted his head, golden eyes shimmering.

"I want to see it too."

Back on the battlefield, Rimuru coughed, struggling to stand.

Blood dripped from his lips.

Goku emerged from the molten core, his clothes tattered, eyes burning with determination.

Guy forced himself up, his body covered in wounds.

Luminous, Leon, Milim, Draguel, Ramiris, Rudra, Velgrynd, and Ivarage—all of them were injured, exhausted, struggling.

And yet—

They still stood.

Azazel chuckled.

"Oh? You're still alive?"

He cracked his knuckles, his grin widening.

"Then let's make this fun."

The battle was far from over.