“Do you want Jiren to participate in the competition?” Marcarita sighed softly, shaking her head. “I think Jiren probably won’t agree. He declined to become a God of Destruction’s apprentice back then… so he has no interest in the position of God of Destruction.”
“You’re right. It seems we’ll have to send Toppo,” Belmod gritted his teeth. “It’s not easy. If he’s chosen… my disciple, who I’ve trained for so long, will go to another universe to be a God of Destruction. What will our universe do?”
“We’ll have to select a new apprentice for the God of Destruction,” Marcarita suggested.
“Then contact Toppo and have him come over to prepare,” Belmod ordered.
“Understood, Lord Belmod,” Marcarita nodded.
There was a brief silence.
“Anyway, let’s inform Jiren. Maybe he’s interested now? Just because he didn’t want to be a God of Destruction then doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to now,” Belmod thought for a moment and said to Marcarita.
“Shall we go see Jiren then?” Marcarita asked softly.
“There’s no need. Just contact him directly. It’s just a matter of a yes or no,” Belmod said, shaking his head.
“Alright, I’ll contact Jiren now,” Marcarita nodded, using her staff’s crystal ball to connect with Jiren.
…
Universe 11, Pride Planet.
This planet is the headquarters of the Pride Troopers.
Jiren is a member of the Pride Troopers, not the leader.
The leader of the Pride Troopers is Toppo, with Dyspo as the vice-leader.
Toppo is Belmod’s disciple and the apprentice God of Destruction for Universe 11.
Jiren had no interest in the leader’s position, so he remained a regular member of the Pride Troopers.
However, all the Pride Troopers knew who the true soul of the team was.
It was Jiren!
Legend has it that his energy rivals that of the God of Destruction.
Jiren lived in a mountain village, with a poetic setting of moonlight shining through pine trees and clear spring water flowing over rocks.
At this moment, Jiren was sitting in his courtyard, meditating.
For Jiren, this was also a form of training.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Jiren’s mind.
Jiren calmly opened his eyes, his gaze unusually serene.
“Is that you, Lady Marcarita?” Jiren asked.
“Yes, Jiren,” Marcarita replied, explaining the God of Destruction election for the 18th Universe.
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Jiren declined decisively.
“Oh dear… even after all this time, you’re still not interested in becoming a God of Destruction?” Marcarita smiled.
Jiren said nothing, but his expression made his thoughts clear.
“Alright, I’ll inform Lord Belmod. Sorry to bother you,” Marcarita said politely.
“No problem,” Jiren replied, acknowledging her special status.
He knew how unique this woman was.
It was best not to provoke her.
After ending the call, Marcarita shrugged at Belmod.
“I knew it… fine, contact Toppo and have him come to the God of Destruction’s realm,” Belmod suggested.
“Understood,” Marcarita nodded, contacting Toppo and explaining the God of Destruction election.
Toppo fell into deep thought, his eyes showing signs of conflict.
After the call, Toppo looked at the Pride Troopers around him, his expression full of reluctance.
What about my beloved teammates if I go to the 18th Universe as a God of Destruction?
“Captain, what’s going on?” Vice-Captain Dyspo asked quickly.
“They’re holding an election for the 18th Universe’s God of Destruction, selecting candidates from all the universes… Lord Belmod wants me to participate. If I’m chosen… we’ll be separated by a whole universe!” Toppo sighed.
“Captain, go for it. If you become the 18th Universe’s God of Destruction, I’ll be the official leader of the Pride Troopers!” Dyspo laughed.
“You… are you eager to get rid of me?” Toppo rolled his eyes.
“Just kidding,” Dyspo smiled. “But you shouldn’t worry. If you become a God of Destruction, we can proudly say our former leader is the greatest God of Destruction! And if we really need you, you’ll come to help, right?”
“You’re right,” Toppo nodded thoughtfully.
The other members agreed, supporting the vice leader’s words.
“And don’t forget, Captain, we still have Jiren,” Dyspo added with a mysterious smile.
Toppo: “…”
You didn’t need to mention that.
It sounds like even if I become a God of Destruction, I’m still no match for Jiren.
“Alright, I’ll give it a try!” Toppo announced confidently.
“I wonder how strong the other candidates are. They probably aren’t as strong as our captain.”
“Our captain is the God of Destruction’s disciple and an apprentice God of Destruction. No one can match our captain!”
“Captain, go for it! Become a real God of Destruction! Isn’t that your dream and goal?”
The Pride Troopers cheered for Toppo.
…
Universe 3, God of Destruction’s Realm.
“What? The God of Destruction election for the 18th Universe?” Mule gritted his teeth. “If someone hadn’t killed my son, he would’ve become the 18th Universe’s new God of Destruction! Damn, who did it?”
Angel Campari remained silent beside him.
“Hey, Campari, can’t you find out?” Mule asked again.
It’s worth noting that Mule spent a long time in Universe 7, even investigating in the Other World.
Unfortunately, Mule’s son had already been reincarnated after his soul was cleansed.
Mule had no options left.
King Yemma, realizing Mule was a God of Destruction from another universe, finally understood why the records said “unknown.”
That’s why!
King Yemma glared at his staff.
This guy said the God of Destruction’s son was unimportant, so we didn’t bother recording his life and death.
Damn it…
You almost got me killed.
Luckily, Mule didn’t cause too much trouble in the Other World.
This is Universe 7’s Other World, not under Mule’s jurisdiction.
Mule slapped King Yemma to the ground and left in a rage.
Later, Mule searched Universe 7 thoroughly but found nothing, so he returned to Universe 3.
“Lord Mule, I really don’t know,” Campari shrugged.
“Hmph, it must be that apprentice God of Destruction… my son was killed, and half a year later, there’s a God of Destruction election for the 18th Universe. It has to be related,” Mule said coldly, leaning on the large robot beside him.
This robot was Mosco.
“Will our universe participate?” Campari asked.
“Of course!” Mule snorted. “I suspect that apprentice God of Destruction will compete. This time, I’ll get answers.”
Campari: “…”
“Campari, I know angels have special relationships. You don’t want to betray him, I get it,” Mule sighed. “But could you not stop my investigation? You watched Muse grow up.”
“What do you need me to do, Lord Mule?” Campari asked reluctantly.
“When the time comes, distract that apprentice angel. I’ll handle the rest,” Mule said seriously.
“I’ll see…” Campari hesitated but agreed. “But I can’t guarantee Merus will leave.”
Mule gave Campari a deep look.
Still denying that apprentice God of Destruction’s involvement?
That’s unlikely.
In Universe 7, few humans could kill my son.
And doing it so cleanly must involve that apprentice God of Destruction.
That apprentice angel probably covered up my son’s death.
And there’s an apprentice Supreme Kai with him.
An apprentice Supreme Kai and an apprentice God of Destruction!
They’re the same race!
Maybe that apprentice Supreme Kai was involved too.
I’ll get you both.
Think you can cover it up?
“By the way, do the Super Dragon Balls really grant any wish?” Mule asked excitedly.
“Yes,” Campari nodded.
“So, if I get the Super Dragon Balls, I can revive my son?” Mule’s eyes lit up.
“Yes,” Campari confirmed. “But only if you’re chosen as the new God of Destruction for the 18th Universe.”
“Got it,” Mule’s eyes gleamed.
“So… who will participate, Lord Mule?” Campari asked.
“Send Maji Kayo,” Mule decided after some thought.
Maji Kayo is a modified warrior with a full-metal blue exterior, like a liquid metal terminator.
His strength is impressive, akin to a liquid metal T-1000.
His true power needs testing.
…
Universe 6, a certain planet.
Champa was gorging himself on this planet.
It didn’t look special, and the food was simple.
Mostly boiled meat, likely unsalted…
Still, Champa was enjoying himself.
Suddenly, Vados’s voice came from Champa’s pocket.
Champa, eating greasy food, pulled out a communicator, placed it on the table, and pressed the button.
“Vados, what is it?” Champa grumbled, adding, “Have those two brats left?”
“Is Lord Champa still brooding over losing to them?” Vados giggled.
“Hmph, I wasn’t serious. If it weren’t for their special status, do you think they could beat me?” Champa grumbled, chewing loudly.
“Ren and Broly know you held back, and they appreciate it,” Vados defended.
“Hmph, that’s more like it. They’re starting to act like proper apprentice angels,” Champa
said proudly. “So? Did they want to apologize? I won’t forgive them easily.”
“No, it’s something else,” Vados replied.
“What is it?” Champa took another bite.
“It’s about the Grand Priest’s God of Destruction election for the 18th Universe. Lord Champa’s universe must participate,” Vados nearly slipped up.
“What? God of Destruction election for the 18th Universe?” Champa swallowed, shocked and puzzled.
He paused for five seconds.
“Didn’t the 18th Universe disappear? It was erased by Grand Zeno long ago, right? That terrifying scene… I remember it vividly,” Champa shivered, the meat losing its flavor.
“The 18th Universe was erased, but it recently restored itself,” Vados explained.
“Restored? Wasn’t it erased completely?” Champa pondered.
“Oh dear, I don’t know,” Vados shook her head.
Champa stayed silent, thinking it didn’t matter if it wasn’t completely erased.
Pity that the universe’s God of Destruction and Supreme Kai disappeared.
He recalled the 18th Universe’s angel was stubborn, choosing to perish with the universe.
In the end, she vanished with the universe.
Not only that, but she also sacrificed her angel power.
“What was that 18th Universe angel’s name?” Champa asked softly.
“Linglong,” Vados replied.
“I remember, Angel Linglong, quite the character…” Champa remarked.
“Lord Champa, think about who to send to compete,” Vados suggested. “By the way, if someone from a universe becomes the 18th Universe’s new God of Destruction, the Grand Priest will reward them with the Super Dragon Balls.”
“Super Dragon Balls? What are those?” Champa was puzzled.
“They grant any wish,” Vados explained.
“What? Such a thing exists?” Champa was thrilled.
“Do you have a wish, Lord Champa?” Vados smiled.
“Of course, I want a planet full of delicious food!” Champa said, expressing his long-held wish.
Champa had tried to find such a planet in Universe 6.
Sadly, Universe 6 had no suitable planets.
“Then let’s work together. It’s my wish too,” Vados nodded. “Who will compete?”
“Hit, how about him?” Champa considered, naming Hit.
“Alright, I agree,” Vados nodded.
With Hit’s current strength, he might not beat Broly.
That kid’s growth rate is too fast.
Ending the call, Vados looked at Ren and Broly.
Ren and Broly were training hard for the God of Destruction election in three days.
Ren had little interest initially.
But Ren became curious when Vados said the 18th Universe’s angel was a beautiful woman with yellow skin.
A yellow-skinned angel?
I didn’t know angels came in that color.
I’ll check it out.
Besides, it’s time to venture out.
Perfect to test Broly’s strength.
Broly, eyes full of determination, trained hard to become the 18th Universe’s God of Destruction.
Days passed.
Three days flew by.
Champa returned with someone.
This person had purple skin and was wearing a deep purple coat.
The most striking feature was a small crack on top of his head.
Broly, seeing this person, scratched his head, trying to recall where he’d seen such a head before.
Ren was unfazed.
It’s my first time seeing someone with such a head.
Reading manga and watching anime looked familiar…
Now in reality, it looks even more familiar.
Alright, this visual…
“Oh dear, Lord Champa is back… Hello, Hit,” Vados greeted with a smile.
“Hmph, am I late?” Champa grumbled.
“No,” Vados shook her head. “It takes over two hours to reach the 18th Universe. There are still two and a half hours before the competition, so leaving in half an hour is fine.”
“What? Broly is competing too?” Champa noticed Broly’s eager look.
Broly ignored Champa, staring at Hit…
Yes, at Hit’s head.
It feels like I’ve seen it somewhere.
Hit frowned.
Why are you staring at me?
“What’s with that look? Want to spar with Hit?” Champa snorted.
Broly scratched his head, pulled out a book, and handed it to Champa.
Champa: “???”
Champa paused, glanced at Broly, and took the book, reading the cover.
“Secret of the Sunflower?” Champa was puzzled, then noticed the small print below the four large characters—“Supreme Martial Arts, Only Speed Can Defeat.”
What is this?
“A gift,” Broly said boldly.
“What’s it for?” Champa was confused.
“Ren sent it,” Broly explained.
Champa looked at Ren.
“Uh, found it while traveling the universe,” Ren smiled, whispering in Champa’s ear, “Know why I’m so strong?”
“Hmph, you strong? I wasn’t serious with you,” Champa grumbled, rolling his eyes in disdain.
“Do you know my age? I’ve been training for less than two years,” Ren smiled. “I’m only five. I started training Ultra Instinct at four, with Whis giving me a simplified version.”
“What? Less than two years?” Champa was stunned.
“Broly too,” Ren pointed at Broly.
Broly nodded in agreement.
Champa felt disheartened.
These two brats trained less than two years… and are this strong?
“You mean… you gained deep insights into Ultra Instinct from this book?” Champa looked at the book, then at Ren and Broly.
“That’s the idea,” Ren nodded.
Champa didn’t doubt it.
Ren’s growth rate was too fast.
Even if he’s the Grand Priest’s illegitimate son, he couldn’t grow this fast, right?
Plus, if you exclude Ren, this Broly kid is impressive too.
It must be related to this book.
Out of curiosity, Champa opened the book to the first page.
“To practice divine skills, one must first castrate oneself!”
The first page had only these eight characters.
Besides these eight characters, there were small words—“Complete to unlock the second page.”
Champa: “…”
Champa looked at Ren and Broly, stunned, asking, “You’ve practiced this?”
Ren sighed.
Broly nodded vigorously.
“You two… I admire your courage!” Champa looked at Ren and Broly sympathetically.
Do you know how useful that part is?
Such kids do not know how to cherish it.
“Supreme Martial Arts, Only Speed Can Defeat,” Ren explained. “If you reach ultimate speed, Ultra Instinct is nothing before absolute speed. This book’s logic is sound, right?”
“No flaws… yes, no flaws,” Champa nodded.
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