When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

Beerus then said one word: "Rise."

The oppressive aura vanished in an instant. The air lightened, the winds began to flow again, and the sun shone warmly upon the bustling streets of Tempest. The citizens, who had been paralyzed by the sheer weight of his presence, slowly got to their feet, bewildered and trembling.

Rimuru, still cautious, immediately sent a mental message to his generals and subordinates: "Stand down. Do not act rashly. I will handle this."

To Rimuru's astonishment, Beerus smiled faintly and said, "Smart."

Rimuru froze. "He… heard me?!"

Beerus glanced down at him, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Of course I heard you, Rimuru. Nothing escapes me. Not your orders, not your thoughts, not even the tiniest flicker of your doubt. This realm, this existence—it is all within my grasp."

Behind Beerus, five ethereal figures descended gracefully. Each of them exuded a presence that rivaled gods, their divine auras making it clear they were far from ordinary beings. One of them, a regal woman with long, flowing silver hair and piercing blue eyes, locked her gaze on Veldora. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she spoke, her voice resonating with authority.

"So, my little brother," she said, her tone calm but firm, "you've been behaving yourself. It seems this Rimuru has had a good influence on you."

Veldora, who had been staring in stunned silence, flinched as if struck. His voice wavered. "S-Sister Velzar…"

The normally boisterous and confident Storm Dragon was uncharacteristically subdued, his demeanor like that of a scolded child.

Rimuru, sensing the immense tension, gathered his resolve and stepped forward. His gaze fixed on the imposing figure before him. "Who… are you?"

Beerus turned his piercing eyes on Rimuru, his expression unreadable. "Is this how you welcome your god, Rimuru Tempest?" His tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable weight, one that pressed against Rimuru's very soul.

Rimuru clenched his fists, steadying himself against the resurgence of fear. "God…?"

The word hung in the air as Beerus continued, his voice unyielding and absolute.

"I am Beerus," he said, his tone neither boastful nor modest but simply matter-of-fact. "The Supreme One. The God of Destruction."

The declaration sent ripples of shock through everyone present. Rimuru, his mind racing, could only stare in disbelief as the sheer magnitude of Beerus's presence became clear.

Beerus walked gracefully toward Rimuru, his every step resonating through the air, making everyone feel the weight of his presence. Rimuru stood his ground, his mind racing to comprehend what was happening. The figure before him radiated a power so immense that it seemed to defy all logic and reason. Raphael whispered in his mind, "Master, his power is beyond anything measurable. It transcends the limits of this world."

Beerus stopped a few paces away from Rimuru, his piercing golden eyes locking onto him. "Rimuru Tempest," he said, his voice calm yet carrying an authority that demanded absolute attention. "You have built a kingdom from nothing, united races that once fought each other, and defied fate itself to rise to power. I am... intrigued."

Rimuru, though cautious, maintained his composure. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity.

Beerus smirked. "I am Beerus, the God of Destruction. I am the beginning and the end, the force that brings balance to existence. Where I walk, the cosmos tremble, and where I will, empires fall. I came here because I have been watching you, Rimuru. You entertain me."

The words sent a chill down Rimuru's spine. To be the object of this being's "entertainment" could mean life or death. "If you've been watching, then you know that I seek peace. Tempest is a place for all beings to coexist," Rimuru replied, cautiously choosing his words.

Beerus chuckled lightly, a sound that was both amused and foreboding. "Peace is a fragile concept. One spark, one wrong move, and it shatters like glass. But... your efforts are admirable, I'll grant you that."

Velzar stepped forward, her gaze shifting to Veldora. "Little brother, it seems you have found a master worthy of your service. I see now why you have remained in this kingdom. Tell me, do you still retain your pride as a True Dragon, or has it been tempered by this slime?"

Veldora, despite the overwhelming pressure, forced a grin. "I am more powerful than ever and Rimuru is my friend, my sworn brother."

Velzar raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Interesting."

Beerus raised a hand, silencing the conversation. "Enough chatter. I did not come here to reminisce about family bonds. I came here for two reasons." He turned his piercing gaze back to Rimuru. "First, I wanted to see the one who has defied logic and rewritten destiny. You amuse me, Rimuru Tempest. That is rare."

Rimuru couldn't help but feel both relieved and unsettled by the statement. "And the second reason?"

Beerus gave a faint chuckle, his crimson eyes narrowing with amusement. The weight of his presence still hung in the air, making it hard for anyone to breathe properly. "The second reason, you ask?" Beerus spoke slowly, his voice carrying a tone of indifference that sent chills down Rimuru's spine. "I wanted to see if the one they call the Demon Lord Rimuru Tempest could entertain me."

Beerus looked at Rimuru with a sharp gaze, his voice laced with the kind of authority that demanded absolute attention. "I will test you," he declared coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Don't hold back. If you even dare to show a fraction of hesitation, I will destroy Tempest without a second thought."

Rimuru's heart raced, but his face remained composed. He knew this wasn't just any challenge. This was a test of his very worth in the eyes of a God of Destruction. His mind raced as he considered the vast array of abilities at his disposal. This wasn't going to be a battle where raw power alone would suffice; he would need to push himself beyond his limits.

"Come at me, Rimuru," Beerus said lazily, though his eyes glinted with amusement. "Impress me."

Without hesitation, Rimuru summoned Beelzebuth, his ultimate skill, channeling the dark powers of a Demon Lord. His body surged with energy, his form expanding, cloaked in a shadowy aura. The earth beneath him cracked as his power grew. He raised his hands, and a massive wave of destructive energy rippled outward, aimed directly at Beerus.

The ground shattered as a torrent of energy engulfed the area, obliterating everything in its path. However, Beerus remained perfectly still, unfazed. With a single flick of his finger, he effortlessly redirected the attack, making it spiral into the sky, dissipating harmlessly. Rimuru's eyes widened as he realized the attack had done nothing. His power is... far beyond what I imagined.

But Rimuru didn't falter. He immediately activated Uriel, Lord of Vows, calling upon the divine energy that came with his role as the Lord of Vows. A bright golden aura surrounded him, and his senses sharpened, his resolve strengthening. His movements became faster, more calculated, and his mind clearer. With a flash of brilliance, he teleported behind Beerus, launching a rapid series of strikes at his back.

Each attack was imbued with destructive magic, and with each strike, the surrounding air crackled with the force of his blows. Rimuru slashed with deadly precision, using the evolved power of 1000 Blades Moon Style, creating thousands of razor-sharp blades of magic that swirled around him. They shot forward, aimed at Beerus from all angles, moving faster than the eye could follow.

Beerus, however, simply raised his hand in a lazy gesture. The magic blades disintegrated upon contact with the barrier, their energy fading before they could even reach him. Rimuru's heart pounded as he watched in disbelief. Nothing works... His mind was racing, trying to find an opening, any way to break through this overwhelming defense.

"Is this all you can do?" Beerus taunted, his voice filled with amusement. "You're going to have to do better than that."

Rimuru's expression hardened. This time, he was not going to rely on mere brute force. He needed something more. Omni Evolution, his ultimate skill, activated. His body shimmered as it underwent rapid evolution, his form shifting to adapt perfectly to the battle. His strength, speed, and intelligence all increased to their peak as his body transformed into the ideal combatant.

He immediately summoned his Moonlight Edge, a sword infused with both celestial energy and the essence of the night. The blade gleamed with an ethereal glow, a weapon forged from his deepest magical abilities. Rimuru held it firmly, ready for the next strike. With one swift movement, he slashed at Beerus, the blade cutting through the air with a trail of glowing energy behind it.

At the same time, he attacked using Melt Slash, an evolved version of his previous technique. This time, the melting energy wasn't just destructive—it was capable of eroding through even the toughest of barriers. The fusion of his swordsmanship and destructive magic sent a barrage of melting beams toward Beerus, aiming to melt the very fabric of space around him.

Beerus, however, simply tilted his head slightly. With a wave of his hand, he effortlessly deflected the Moonlight Edge, the sword's energy dissipating against his barrier. The Melt Slash, too, was absorbed by the force surrounding him, as though it was nothing more than a drop of water falling into the ocean.

Rimuru's chest tightened. The sheer gap in their abilities was overwhelming. But he refused to give in. He knew he had one more card to play. He could feel the power of Uriel and Beelzebuth still coursing through him, and his mind raced, finding an unorthodox solution. He combined his abilities in a way he had never attempted before.

With a deep breath, Rimuru gathered his energy, his aura flaring as he unleashed a series of Destructive Magic Attacks in rapid succession. Fire, lightning, ice, and pure destructive force all coalesced around him, creating a storm of magic that collided with Beerus's barrier. Each attack was amplified by Rimuru's will and the combined might of his ultimate skills, a storm of raw power crashing against the god's defenses.

Beerus stood still, watching the spectacle unfold. The sky lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors as Rimuru's magic assaulted the barrier. The very ground beneath them trembled as the energy surged, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though the barrier might crack. But just as quickly, Beerus's smirk widened, and with a simple flick of his wrist, all of Rimuru's attacks were effortlessly nullified, absorbed into the god's shield.

Rimuru, breathing heavily, felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He had given everything he had, but it was clear that his power was still a far cry from Beerus's.

"Is this it?" Beerus asked, his voice playful but laced with a hint of mockery. "You've tried all that, and yet you still haven't understood what I'm testing you for."

Rimuru, on the verge of collapse, staggered back. Sweat dripped from his brow as he met Beerus's gaze. It was then that it hit him. The true test wasn't about breaking Beerus's barrier or overpowering him—it was about understanding the limits of his own power and learning when to yield.

Rimuru, despite his exhaustion, bowed deeply. "I understand, Lord Beerus. I've learned that my strength has its limits, but my resolve is unshakable. I will continue to grow."

Beerus's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "You've learned a lot today, Rimuru. Strength alone is not enough. True power, is understanding your place, your limits, and when to bow your head in acknowledgment."

Beerus nodded, satisfied. "Good. That's the answer I was looking for. You've shown me your will, and that is what matters most."

As Rimuru slowly straightened up, the barrier around them faded, and the intense pressure lifted. Beerus gave him a small, approving nod. "Let's go inside, then. Shall we."

The generals, who had watched the battle from afar, exchanged glances. Shion's eyes were wide, filled with awe and concern. "I've never seen Rimuru pushed this far before…"

Benimaru clenched his fists, his respect for Rimuru growing by the second. "He's always finding ways to evolve, even in the face of overwhelming odds."

Shuna nodded. "But this… This was different. It was a reminder that even the strongest have limits."

As Rimuru led Beerus and his companions inside, he understood the lesson Beerus had given him. The road ahead would be long, but his resolve had been tested and strengthened. The journey toward greater power was far from over.