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Zhang Chulan's comment sparked an immediate firestorm of speculation across the dimensions. The chat interface of the Wanjie Multiverse video surged with a barrage of skeptical messages.
"He's got a point!" one viewer shouted. "Didn't the teaser imply Frieza would be the final boss this time?"
Another added, "Exactly! In the Android Saga, he showed up at the start looking all menacing, only to be sliced into cold cuts by Trunks like a roadside weed. Maybe history is just repeating itself? Frieza's appearance is likely just a flashy prelude to introduce a much greater threat."
The consensus among the diverse audience—from the pirates of the Grand Line to the cultivators of the Great Thousand World—was that Frieza served better as a warm-up act. After all, if the tyrant were truly the final antagonist, the leap required for his power to remain relevant would be logically staggering.
Watching the tide of public opinion turn against him, Frieza's grip tightened on his hoverchair, his tail twitching with suppressed rage. He refrained from firing off a scathing retort. Though his ego demanded he claim his place as the ultimate predator, Zhang Chulan's logic was irritatingly sound.
If he boasted now only to be overshadowed by a new villain later, he would look like a cosmic clown. He decided to remain silent, golden eyes narrowing at the screen, waiting for the video to prove his superiority.
In the footage, the newly resurrected Frieza burned with a singular desire: vengeance against Son Goku. However, death had granted him a rare gift—caution. He listened as his subordinates reported that Goku and his allies had obliterated Majin Buu, a monster his father, King Cold, had warned him never to provoke.
Frieza realized that his current power level was a relic of the past. But instead of despairing, a wicked, confident smirk curled on his lips. "I have never trained a single day in my life," he confessed to his soldiers. "My natural-born strength was sufficient to make me the Emperor of the Universe. Training was beneath me."
His voice dripped with chilling potential. "But with my innate talent, if I were to actually apply myself... I wonder how far I could go?" He selected a subordinate named Tagoma to serve as his living punching bag, beginning a brutal regime to transcend his limits before setting a course for Earth.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the gathering storm, Goku and Vegeta were pursuing a different path to godhood. Upon discovering that Whis was not just an attendant but the master of Lord Beerus, Vegeta's Saiyan pride was eclipsed only by his desire for strength. To secure a spot under Whis's tutelage, Vegeta resorted to "culinary diplomacy," showering the Angel with Earth's finest delicacies. He even surrendered Bulma's secret stash of premium cup noodles—a luxury she allowed herself only once a week.
Tempted by the savory flavors, Whis agreed to take Vegeta to the Beerus' Planet. When Akira and the others eventually caught wind of this through Bulma and Chi-Chi, Goku's competitive spirit ignited. He became a literal shadow to Bulma, haunting her every move and even shamelessly waiting outside her bathroom door. The moment she emerged from her shower, he was there, pleading for a way to contact Whis.
Driven to the brink of madness, Bulma finally handed Goku a cell phone just to get some peace. When Whis finally returned to Earth for another snack run, Goku was ready. Despite Chi-Chi's vocal protests about his neglect of household duties, Goku grabbed onto Whis's robes as the Angel took flight, leaving the Earth behind.
The training in the God of Destruction Realm was unlike anything the Saiyans had ever experienced. It wasn't just Gravity Training or sparring; it involved high-speed chores like changing the silk sheets of a slumbering Beerus without waking him, followed by exhausting weighted exercises that defied the laws of physics.
"Zhang Chulan: So Whis is actually the master? And the two of them are training under him?!"
The multiverse fell silent as the realization hit. In previous clips, Whis seemed like a mere background character, a polite valet to the temperamental Beerus. But the truth was far more profound: Whis was an Angel.
"Duanmu Yan: In that case, can we consider Goku and Vegeta to be Beerus's junior disciples?"
The viewers nodded in collective awe. That connection changed everything.
Inside his gravity chamber on Earth, the present-day Vegeta was ecstatic. "A disciple of the God of Destruction's master!" he roared, his Ki flickering with excitement. To be guided by such a legendary figure meant his path to surpassing Kakarot was finally clear. However, his joy was soured by two things: first, that Kakarot was there sharing the glory, and second, the mental image of Goku lurking outside Bulma's bathroom. The "vibrant green" of jealousy and annoyance felt heavy on his brow.
In the depths of space, Beerus turned to Whis with a lazy but sharp gaze. "So, you actually took them on?" He was surprised; Whis rarely bothered with mortals. "But Whis... sneaking off to Earth for delicacies while I'm napping? That's a bold move."
Whis simply stared ahead with a serene, enigmatic smile, offering no defense. Knowing he couldn't actually discipline his attendant, Beerus let out a huff. "Fine. Just make sure you bring some of that 'ramen' back next time."
The commentary section began to fill with the heavy hitters of the Multiverse.
"Champa: To receive an Angel's guidance... those Saiyans have the luck of the gods." "Vermoud: Indeed. Outside of the Hakaishin themselves, those who receive an Angel's training are a rare breed." "Toppo: It seems their future achievements will be limitless. We must keep a close eye on them."
The power scaling of the video was shifting. This was no longer just a story of mortals getting stronger—it was the chronicle of two warriors stepping into the realm of the Divine.