Before Whis could finish speaking—
Gran cut him off calmly.
"Everyone has their own path to walk. Just like Kakarot—he needs to temper himself on Earth first. Only then can he accumulate enough foundation to erupt later…"
He lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon. A gentle breeze brushed across his face.
"…At least, now isn't the right time. Maybe in the future."
With that, Gran sped off toward West City.
Watching his departing figure, Whis and Broly exchanged a glance before quickly following after him.
—
In the days that followed,
Gran didn't do much else.
Aside from instructing Bulma to prepare the necessary tools to build a Super Dragon Ball radar, he spent his time eating and drinking across Earth with Whis.
A week passed.
In the garden, Whis approached Gran with a smile.
"So, where are you taking me to eat today?"
"Go by yourself today. I need to head into space and destroy a few planets."
Gran stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky.
"Destroy planets?"
Whis was taken aback.
Since when did this guy become so diligent?
But then he recalled Gran's ambition—to elevate Universe Seven beyond Universe One—and his confusion immediately faded.
…Yes, that kind of goal would require serious effort.
Noticing Whis's expression, a faint smile curved at the corner of Gran's lips.
Destroying planets was only part of his plan.
His true objective—
Was to take Bulma to that nameless planet and secretly build the Super Dragon Ball radar.
After all…
Even angels couldn't sense the location of the Super Dragon Balls. If he suddenly led Whis straight to one, it would be impossible to explain.
"Gran! You're going to destroy planets? Take me with you—I want to see it for myself!"
At that moment, Bulma ran over excitedly.
Whis: "..."
He was speechless.
Why was this "caretaker" always sticking her nose into everything?
Just as he expected Gran to refuse—
"Fine. I'll take you along this time, you little tagalong."
Gran spoke with mock annoyance, though inwardly he was already amused.
He had long anticipated Bulma's curiosity.
This way, he didn't even need to invite her himself.
"?"
Whis widened his eyes in surprise.
"Whis, go find something good to eat on Earth. I'll be back soon after I finish my 'cleanup' task."
With that, Gran disappeared instantly with Bulma and Broly.
Left alone, Whis stood there in a daze before shaking his head.
It seemed he'd have to go food-hunting on his own.
—
At the same time, in Universe Four.
Nearly two months had passed since the Candidate God of Destruction battle.
Yet even now, the atmosphere across the universe remained oppressively heavy.
The higher deities who knew the truth understood—
This suffocating tension stemmed from Lord Quitela's mood.
—
On the God of Destruction's planet,
Four figures stood trembling outside the palace:
A red cube-shaped being,
A gray-skinned mouse,
A blue slime,
And a metallic humanoid with an ashen sheen.
Their faces were filled with fear.
These were the four initial candidates Quitela had selected.
But due to the later discovery of the "Evil Wolf Light," they hadn't been chosen to participate in that battle.
"That Light guy was terrifying… and even he lost…" the cube-being whispered.
"We were lucky we weren't selected… otherwise we'd be dead for sure," the gray mouse trembled.
"Just what kind of monster is that candidate from Universe Seven? One against ten—and still victorious…" the metal man clenched his fists.
They hadn't witnessed the battle themselves.
But from Angel Cognac, they had learned the outcome.
"Shut up! Lord Quitela is still furious. You dare bring that up now? Are you trying to die?!"
The blue slime glared at the others.
Immediately, all four fell silent.
At the same time.
A hysterical roar echoed from within the palace.
"WHY?! WHY!!"
"Why could Beerus find a monster like that?!"
—
Inside the palace, everything was in ruins.
Nearly every object had been smashed to pieces.
Cognac stood quietly to the side, staff in hand, watching Quitela's outburst without emotion.
Two hours later.
Quitela's rage finally subsided.
He stopped destroying things, and with a gentle wave of his staff, Cognac restored the palace to its original state.
"Cognac."
Quitela walked over, his face now eerily calm.
"Do you have orders, Lord Quitela?"
Cognac replied mechanically, devoid of emotion—as if he had long since seen through his master.
"Cognac… are you disappointed in me?"
"..."
Do I really need to say it?
Cognac's lips twitched slightly.
Seeing his silence, Quitela sighed.
"You once told me… a God of Destruction may be cold, ruthless, even cruel—but must never be narrow-minded."
"Before I met Beerus, I upheld that principle. But after…"
He trailed off, shaking his head.
"…I've let you down. I'm sorry."
Cognac raised an eyebrow slightly.
Has he… finally come to his senses?
But the very next moment—
"Cognac, tell me honestly—has Beerus's candidate touched the realm of angel-level martial arts?"
Quitela's teeth clenched tightly, his face practically screaming envy and resentment.
"..."
Cognac sighed inwardly.
So much for reflection.
This obsession only runs deeper.
"It has to be true! That silver aura… and when that lion from Universe One forced him to go all out, his hair turned black again!"
Quitela muttered to himself, a trace of fear creeping into his voice.
"I knew something was off about Gran from the beginning. Even I, a God of Destruction, couldn't track his movements!"
"But if it's angel-level Ultra Instinct… then it all makes sense!"
His body trembled slightly as he took a step back.
"Cognac! Tell me—is it true?! Has he reached that level?!"
"…Yes."
Cognac nodded.
In truth, if Quitela hadn't asked, he would never have revealed it.
After all—
Gran was a prodigy personally noticed by his father… and even by the Omni-King.
"Damn it!!"
Quitela clenched his fists.
The power of Eighth-Stage Destruction surged from his body like a tidal wave.
Buzz
Buzz
Wherever that destructive force passed, everything dissolved into stardust.
Even the four candidates standing outside—
Were erased instantly.
In the end, the entire God of Destruction realm vanished.
Only darkness remained, with Quitela and Cognac suspended in the void.
"Lord Quitela… you've lost control again."
Cognac frowned slightly and waved his staff.
In an instant, the destroyed realm was restored once more.
"Hah… hah…"
Quitela gasped heavily, as if trying to purge the fear from his chest.
Then suddenly...
"Cognac… let's go to Universe Six and Universe Seven."
END OF CHAPTER
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