"Understood, Lord Champa," Margarita said, tapping her forehead.
"Oh, right, one more thing," Champa asked. "What is that Zamasu fellow up to? How is he managing that galaxy?"
"Let me see," Margarita immediately consulted Zamasu with her staff.
After this check, Margarita covered her forehead, not wanting to speak.
"What is it?" Champa asked strangely.
"Mr. Zamasu has already killed a lot of the humans in that galaxy..." Margarita sighed.
"You... what did you say?" Champa was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief.
"Originally, there were over 20 planets in that galaxy where humans were born. Now, only three planets have surviving humans. He has eliminated the humans on all other planets," Margarita wiped her sweat.
"This... this bastard! What does he want to do?" Champa felt a pang in his gut.
"He might be trying to promote Lord Champa's ideals, so he destroyed those humans," Margarita guessed.
Champa: "..."
Is that my ideal?
I am the God of Destruction, not the God of Slaughter!
I don't kill everyone I see.
There are reasons for the planets I destroy!
I can't just destroy any planet I see, can I?
How can the universe develop then?
"If it develops according to Mr. Zamasu's ideals and is left unchecked, that galaxy will likely have no value," Margarita said. "If it goes on for much longer... our entire Universe 11 might lose its value."
Champa: "..."
Champa felt completely unwell.
Champa immediately shivered.
If it really develops like this.
Our universe might be wiped out by King Zeno himself.
A universe without value has no need to exist.
Champa knew this very clearly!
"Could this Zamasu fellow... be sent by Rumsshi to trick me!" Champa suddenly thought of something and gritted his teeth in hatred.
"It's not impossible," Margarita nodded.
"Let's go to that galaxy immediately! I'm going to destroy that fellow myself!" Champa trembled with anger. "This guy is too hateful! He comes to our universe to run wild and destroy our universe's ecosystem!"
"Understood," Margarita replied.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The two turned into two streams of light of different colors and sped towards the galaxy where Zamasu was.
Halfway there.
Champa suddenly changed his mind.
"Why should I destroy him?" Champa pondered. "I'll send him back to Universe 10 and find him a galaxy to see how he fares! If he acts the same way in a galaxy in Universe 10... that would be interesting."
"Oh my, Lord Champa is planning to use his own tactics against him," Margarita smiled.
"Hmph hmph hmph, if I'm going to set someone up, I might as well set up Rumsshi properly," Champa showed a smug expression. "If Zamasu behaves himself upon returning to his own universe, then I'll find an opportunity to destroy him."
Margarita was speechless.
"Whoosh!"
Not long after, Champa and Margarita landed in the galaxy where Zamasu was.
"Greetings, Lord Champa, Lord Margarita," Zamasu bowed.
"Zamasu, are you getting used to working here?" Champa asked.
"It's not bad. Although I've switched universes, galaxies aren't that different, almost no difference," Zamasu replied. "I've eliminated quite a few humans during this time. The existence of humans can only hinder the development of the universe! Yes, they are parasites of this universe!"
Champa: "..."
Humans are parasites of the universe?
You idiot! If there were no humans, would the universe have any reason to exist?
The universe needs intelligent beings to exist.
Otherwise, how can gods be born?
Do you think all Gods of Destruction are born gods?
It seems like Kais are born gods.
They evolve into gods by growing fruit on the World Tree, unlike us ancient humans.
Speaking of which, all Gods of Destruction actually evolved from humans.
So, Zamasu's contempt for humans also made Champa a little unhappy.
However, Champa did not show it on his face.
"You've done well, Zamasu! You truly impress me!" Champa patted Zamasu's shoulder, wishing he could just pat him to death.
You almost ruined this entire galaxy for me.
Do you know how difficult it is to create a galaxy?
Do you know how many beings are in this galaxy?
Although I am a God of Destruction, I am not a God of Slaughter.
I only destroy unnecessary planets, planets that waste resources.
And you went and killed almost all the people.
"I am greatly honored to receive Lord Champa's praise!" Zamasu immediately bowed.
"You indeed have the potential to become a candidate for God of Destruction," Champa said with a satisfied smile, patting Zamasu's shoulder.
"Really? Does that mean I can become your disciple, Lord Champa?" Zamasu had been dreaming of becoming a candidate for God of Destruction recently.
"I need to give you one last evaluation... before I can take you as my disciple," Champa pondered.
"I will definitely do my best to complete all the tasks you give me, Lord Champa!" Zamasu quickly agreed.
"I still need to see your work," Champa said. "You've done an excellent job in this galaxy, but there's just a small area for improvement..."
"Improvement? I've already been trying my hardest to kill people," Zamasu was confused, not quite understanding.
"Some things can only be understood intuitively and not explained in words. If I tell you everything openly, and you don't figure it out yourself, you will never grow," Champa sighed. "I can only say three words: while you've done well, you're not fast enough."
"Not fast enough?" Zamasu pondered silently.
Does it mean I'm not killing fast enough? Lord Champa dislikes me.
"How about this, why don't you go to a few galaxies in your Universe 10 and try again!" Champa said with a smile. "After all, working in your own universe might allow you to better utilize your strengths. You're still not very familiar with Universe 11, and I want to see your true strength."
"Lord Champa, are you trying to drive me away?" Zamasu's heart tightened.
"As I said, if you perform exceptionally well, I will consider taking you as my disciple," Champa said.