When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

The Demon Lords, standing before Beerus in his infinite realm, felt an overwhelming force press upon them. The vastness of his dominion was beyond their understanding—stars, galaxies, entire dimensions formed and collapsed within the fabric of his existence. Even the most powerful among them—Guy, Milim, Rimuru—felt like nothing but mere dust before him.

Beerus sat upon his divine throne, his golden eyes glowing with an unfathomable depth. His presence alone distorted reality, making time and space tremble. Whis and his wives stood beside him, watching in silence.

The Demon Lords bowed—not out of servitude, but because the sheer weight of his being demanded it. Even standing before him was a privilege, not a right.

Rimuru stepped forward first. "Lord Beerus, we have come to request ascension. The war with Azazel showed us that we are not strong enough. If another threat of that magnitude arrives, the Cardinal World will not survive."

Beerus remained silent for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. "Ascension, you say?" His voice reverberated like an unshakable decree. "You speak of reaching the realm of deities as if it were something one can simply achieve."

Luminous stepped forward. "We understand the weight of godhood. But if we remain as we are, we will never be able to protect what we cherish. The laws of this world bind us, limiting our potential. We must break those chains."

Beerus narrowed his eyes, his energy pulsing through the void. "You misunderstand something, child. Godhood is not granted, nor is it achieved. It is a state of existence beyond all reason. The very concept of power becomes meaningless in the presence of true divinity."

The air grew heavier, suffocating. Even Guy gritted his teeth under the pressure.

"To ascend, you will have to undergo a trial," Beerus declared. "And that trial is not set by me, but by the Grand Order."

A sudden shift in the atmosphere made it feel as though the entire cosmos had turned its attention to them.

Luminous narrowed her eyes. "The Grand Order? Who are they?"

Guy Crimson, arms crossed, added, "I've never heard of them."

Milim tilted her head. "Are they strong?"

Beerus smirked at their reactions. "The Grand Order is not a person, nor a single entity. It is a system I established long ago, a force that exists to maintain balance across dimensions and realms. They are beyond mortal comprehension, beyond time itself. Where there is chaos, they restore order. Where there is imbalance, they pass judgment."

The Demon Lords listened in silence, the weight of Beerus' words sinking in.

"So they are enforcers of your will?" Leon asked, his golden eyes sharp with curiosity.

Beerus chuckled, shaking his head. "No. They are not mere enforcers. They are the embodiment of divine law. I decided not dictate their every action. They have their own judgment, and they will decide whether or not you are worthy to ascend."

For the first time in a long while, the Demon Lords felt something unfamiliar—uncertainty.

Draguel frowned. "And if they deem us unworthy?"

Beerus' smirk widened. "Then you will remain as you are, forever beneath the threshold of godhood."

A heavy silence fell upon them.

Rimuru took a deep breath. "Then how do we prove our worth?"

The air trembled as a presence—no, multiple presences—began to manifest. An unseen force coiled around them, vast and immeasurable. Even before they appeared, the Demon Lords could feel it—an overwhelming authority beyond anything they had ever faced.

Beerus simply leaned back and said, "Why don't you ask them yourselves?"

A rift opened in reality, and from it, the Grand Order descended.

Their trial had begun.

As the rift in reality fully opened, the Demon Lords felt an indescribable force pulling them in. It was not teleportation, nor was it like entering another realm—it was as if their very essence was being unwoven and reconstructed in an instant.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves standing in a vast, endless white void. There was no sky, no ground, no horizon—just an infinite expanse of nothingness. Yet, despite the emptiness, an unnatural glow illuminated the space, as if existence itself was watching them.

Rimuru looked around, trying to sense any sign of life. "Where are we?"

Luminous narrowed her eyes. "This place… it's unnatural. It's like the concept of space itself doesn't exist here."

Leon instinctively placed his hand on his sword. "This isn't just another world—this is something beyond the known dimensions."

Then, a pulse of absolute divinity surged through the void, shaking their very souls.

Before them, twelve colossal figures materialized from the emptiness. Their mere presence was overwhelming—each radiated an authority that was beyond anything the Demon Lords had ever encountered. Even Guy Crimson, Milim, and Rimuru—beings of near-absolute power—felt small.

These were The Grand Order.

Orion, the Arbiter of Balance

Appearance: A radiant celestial being with twelve golden wings and a body of flowing cosmic light.

Power: Maintains balance across dimensions, ensuring no force disrupts creation.

Role: The primary judge who weighs the worthiness of those who seek ascension.

Vael'Thorin, the Herald of Judgment

Appearance: A warrior clad in obsidian armor, with runic engravings glowing like stars. His eyes burn with the flames of truth.

Power: Can see into the depths of a soul, revealing true intentions.

Role: The one who determines if beings are worthy of power.

Nyxara, the Weaver of Fates

Appearance: A shifting, formless entity with thousands of shadowy threads stretching into infinity.

Power: Can show infinite possibilities, revealing the consequences of ascension.

Role: The one who tests the will of those who wish to control fate.

Zareth'Khan, the Destroyer of False Gods

Appearance: A four-armed titan with a sword that consumes divinity.

Power: Eradicates those unworthy of godhood.

Role: Ensures that only those truly worthy may ascend.

Elyssia, the Sentinel of Souls

Appearance: A tranquil, silver-skinned figure, holding a staff of ethereal light.

Power: Controls the cycle of reincarnation, guarding the souls of the dead.

Role: Determines whether the Demon Lords should be allowed to defy the cycle of life and death.

Astraeon, the Architect of Ascension

Appearance: A being of pure golden energy, constantly shifting between forms.

Power: Holds the key to divinity.

Role: The final gatekeeper of ascension.

Xel'Rath, the Keeper of Knowledge

Appearance: A robed figure with an ever-changing face, as if it contains all knowledge of existence.

Power: Holds the accumulated wisdom of all dimensions.

Role: Ensures that those seeking ascension understand the burden of infinite knowledge.

Invidia, the Watcher of Ambition

Appearance: A floating, eyeless specter with a thousand shifting mouths whispering forbidden truths.

Power: Tests whether ambition is driven by righteousness or selfish desire.

Role: Ensures that power does not corrupt the ascended.

Ophion, the Serpent of Time

Appearance: A massive, coiling cosmic dragon whose scales reflect different timelines.

Power: Tests the ability to exist beyond time, ensuring the ascended do not disrupt causality.

Role: Protects the integrity of existence from reckless gods.

Zephiron, the Avatar of Will

Appearance: A burning figure of pure determination, with an aura that makes reality itself bend.

Power: Determines whether one has the willpower to bear the burden of godhood.

Role: Ensures that those who ascend do not break under the weight of absolute power.

Nemira, the Silent Observer

Appearance: A ghostly, faceless figure wrapped in chains of cosmic law.

Power: Records all decisions and outcomes, ensuring accountability.

Role: The silent witness to all judgments.

Kaldaros, the Titan of Sacrifice

Appearance: A massive warrior whose body is covered in the wounds of every fallen god before him.

Power: Tests whether one is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for their power.

Role: Determines if the ascended are prepared to lose everything for the sake of their cause.

As the Demon Lords trembled under the overwhelming presence, Orion, the Arbiter of Balance, spoke. His voice was neither loud nor quiet—it was absolute.

"You stand before the Grand Order, seeking ascension."

The very space trembled at his words.

"Tell us, what makes you worthy?"

Rimuru, regaining his composure, stepped forward. "We don't seek power for ourselves. We seek it to protect our world. The threats we have faced have shown us that we are not strong enough. We must be prepared."

Vael'Thorin's burning gaze locked onto Rimuru. "All who seek power claim it is for a just cause. Many who have ascended became tyrants. What makes you any different?"

Leon clenched his fists. "Because we have seen what happens when we are too weak. We have suffered loss. We have failed. But we refuse to let that happen again."

Nyxara, the Weaver of Fates, raised her hand. The void around them fractured.

The Demon Lords suddenly found themselves in another reality.

Each Demon Lord was thrown into an illusion so perfectly crafted that it was indistinguishable from reality.

Rimuru stood in a devastated Tempest, where his friends lay dead and his people slaughtered. He saw himself—a version of himself that had lost all restraint, a tyrant ruling over a world of ash.

Guy Crimson witnessed his continent collapse into chaos, his people cursing him as their failure of a king.

Luminous saw Ruberios in ruins, her church torn apart by those who once followed her.

Leon was betrayed by Claude, cut down by the very knight who swore loyalty to him.

Draguel saw his brother turn against him, blaming his ascension for the destruction of their family.

Milim relived her worst nightmare—losing everything she loved once again.

Ramiris watched Celesterra fade from existence, as if her presence had never mattered.

Days passed. Weeks. Years.

This was not a vision—it was reality to them.

Would they realize it was an illusion? Would they remain themselves?

Or would they become what they feared the most?

This was The Trial of the Mind.

And only those who could overcome it would take the next step toward godhood.