Liquiir was lounging around on a large elegant bed, adorn in the finest red cloth of Universe 8. The room was lined in intricate marble designs and expensive decor that would put any moral to shame. The God of Destruction laid quietly upon his side, long dark ears perked, and eyes locked on the two towering doors that opened to his chamber.

"Welcome welcome," The fox almost purred as he slowly lifted from the sheets, tails lazily swaying behind him. He stood up proud and tall, paws crossed in front of his chest. His gaze scanned up and down your form- assessing the supposed strongest mortal of his universe. "You realize why you're here, yes? I wish to have you personally trained."