The figure descended gracefully, a divine halo floating around his neck and a staff resting lightly in his hand. Without hesitation, he strode straight toward the feast laid out before him.
Bulma's eyes widened.
Could this be the Mr. Whis Trunks mentioned?
She exchanged a glance with her son.
But Trunks looked just as confused.
After all, he had never actually met Whis during his visit to the other timeline.
"Excuse me, sir..." Trunks cautiously approached the newcomer. "Are you... Mr. Whis?"
"Ohohoho~"
Whis turned around with his signature peculiar laugh.
"Weren't you the ones who summoned me? And now you're asking who I am?"
"It really is Mr. Whis!"
Overcome with excitement, Trunks immediately hugged his mother.
Whis smiled gently.
"My dear young man and lady... would you mind if I sampled these dishes?"
"Of course! Please, go right ahead!"
Trunks quickly released his mother.
After all, the food had been prepared specifically to lure Whis here.
"Very well."
"Then allow me to experience what you claim to be the finest cuisine in the entire universe."
Picking up a pair of chopsticks, Whis stopped before the braised fish and delicately lifted a piece of meat into his mouth.
Boom—!
The instant it touched his tongue...
His eyes flew open.
Fresh.
Fragrant.
Tender.
Silky smooth.
An unimaginably delicious flavor exploded across his taste buds.
Whis's entire body began trembling with delight.
Bulma blinked in disbelief before whispering to her son,
"Trunks... why is Mr. Whis glowing?"
"Mom, please... don't say anything."
Trunks hurriedly covered her mouth.
The Bulma from the other timeline had explained everything to him.
Whis was an angel with firm principles.
As long as he genuinely enjoyed someone's cooking, he was usually willing to grant a small request in return.
Since they had successfully lured him here...
The most important thing now was to let him enjoy every bite.
And so...
"My goodness!"
"There really is food this delicious in the universe?!"
"Incredible! Incredible!"
"I've never tasted anything so unbelievably delicious!"
"Compared to this... everything I've eaten before was practically garbage!"
"..."
Every time Whis sampled another dish, he let out another blissful sigh.
Watching him, both Bulma and Trunks swallowed repeatedly.
They desperately wanted to try the dishes themselves.
But...
They were asking Whis for help.
Neither of them dared interrupt him.
An hour later...
Whis finally set down his chopsticks.
He somehow produced a neatly folded napkin from nowhere and elegantly wiped the oil from the corner of his lips.
Trunks instinctively held his breath.
He knew...
Whis had finished eating.
"You two..."
Only then did Whis finally shift his attention toward Trunks and Bulma.
Bulma was merely an ordinary Earthling.
She wasn't worth much attention.
"Hm?"
But the moment his gaze landed on Trunks, surprise flashed across his face.
He hadn't expected such a remote, insignificant planet to hide a young prodigy like this.
After all...
Trunks was only seventeen years old.
(Not counting the two years he had spent inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.)
Even in his base form, his battle power had already reached 36 million.
As for his martial arts...
After receiving two years of personal guidance from Goku, every aspect of his combat skills had advanced by leaps and bounds.
He had already become a truly capable martial artist.
And judging by the original timeline...
Trunks had been the last surviving Saiyan of the future.
He had defeated the Androids by himself.
He had resolved the Majin Buu crisis alone.
Even during the Zamasu incident, he had single-handedly stood against two Zamasus at once.
Trunks had always been the true protagonist of the future timeline.
His potential was equally immeasurable.
"Interesting..."
Whis withdrew his gaze and smiled playfully.
"Ordinarily, Lord Beerus and I have not appeared anywhere in the universe for a very long time."
"So..."
"How did the two of you even know I existed?"
"Mr. Whis, it's like this..."
Trunks didn't try to hide anything.
He openly explained everything—
his journey through time...
and the coming crisis involving Zamasu.
Bulma remained silent, allowing her son to recount the entire story.
Yet inwardly, she was extremely nervous.
She had no idea how an angel would react upon learning about such disasters.
"Hmm?"
Whis narrowed his eyes.
"You said... you traveled through time?"
"...Yes."
Trunks subconsciously shrank back.
Back in the other timeline, Lord Gran had already warned him that tampering with time was one of the gravest crimes in existence.
"You do realize..."
Whis said calmly,
"...that manipulating time is strictly forbidden by the gods?"
"...I do."
"If you knew that..."
"Then why knowingly break divine law?"
Whis's expression grew serious.
"If Lord Beerus were to learn of this..."
"Every one of you would be erased."
"I truly didn't know before."
"Mr. Whis, my mother and I had no other choice."
Trunks glanced across the ruined remains of West City and gave a bitter smile.
"There was no hope left for Earth."
"If we hadn't traveled to the past, we never could have defeated those Androids..."
"...and we never could have brought back the food from that other timeline."
Food from another timeline?!
Trunks was trying to explain why he had violated the laws of time.
But Whis...
wasn't listening to that explanation at all.
The only words that caught his attention were:
Food from another timeline.
Standing beside them, Bulma found the situation rather strange.
Trunks had already explained the entire Zamasu incident.
So why...
did this angel seem completely indifferent?
"Mr. Whis."
"I learned from the other timeline that Zamasu from Universe Ten intends to carry out the Zero Mortals Plan."
Trunks frowned.
"Under that plan, he'll exterminate not only humanity..."
"...but every Supreme Kai throughout King Zeno's multiverse."
"So why do you seem completely unconcerned?"
"For the sake of the wonderful meal you've treated me to..."
Whis glanced at the dishes he had just finished.
"I suppose I can tell you."
"Every timeline follows its own destined course."
"Even if Zamasu ultimately kills every Supreme Kai across King Zeno's multiverse..."
"...that is simply the fate of this timeline."
"But if that happens..."
"The Gods of Destruction will die as well."
"And once they die..."
"You, Mr. Whis, will also fall into eternal slumber."
"How can you not care?"
"So what if I do?"
Whis answered with complete calm.
There wasn't the slightest trace of fear on his face at the thought of eternal sleep.
Hearing that answer...
Both Trunks and Bulma felt as though the sky itself had collapsed.
They had believed that summoning an angel would change the future.
Instead...
The angel simply didn't care.
"Though I must admit..."
Whis looked thoughtfully at Trunks.
"You seem to know quite a lot."
"You know that if a Supreme Kai dies, the corresponding God of Destruction dies as well."
"You also know that when a God of Destruction dies, their attending angel falls into slumber."
"So tell me..."
"Who exactly told you all of this?"
"...Was it perhaps the God of Destruction from that other timeline?"
END OF CHAPTER
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