Whis covered his forehead, feeling speechless.
You’re really good at talking nonsense with a straight face.
Merus silently wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Ren wasn’t just talking nonsense.
Ren knew that Frieza was able to achieve his Golden Form not just because he was a genius, as he claimed.
Of course, Frieza’s genius played a part.
But the biggest reason was that Frieza had been trapped in a cocoon in Hell for decades, honing his inner strength.
During that time, Frieza, with nothing better to do, thought about ways to train.
That’s why when Frieza was revived, he was able to break through his limits in just four months and achieve his Golden Form.
Without those decades of hellish training, do you think he could have reached the Golden Form in just four months?
Clearly, it’s unrealistic.
If it were really possible to reach the Golden Form through training, why didn’t Frieza train properly after losing to Goku on Namek and seek revenge on Earth?
And when Frieza went to Earth, he even brought his father to back him up.
But Frieza never expected that he would meet Vegeta’s son instead of encountering Goku.
Frieza was cut in half by Trunks.
The once mighty Emperor of the Universe met a tragic end.
After being revived, Frieza claimed he was a genius and only needed four months of training to reach a high level.
That was just his narrative to give himself a genius aura.
In reality, it was the relentless training in Hell that led to his Golden Form.
Later, Frieza accidentally discovered a different dimension with a different time flow rate.
Frieza trained in that dimension for ten years, achieving the Black Golden Form, and effortlessly defeated Ultra Instinct Goku and Vegeta.
This was detailed in the latest manga Ren had read.
After that, the manga seemed to copy the plot of Beast Gohan, and Ren only skimmed through it.
“Are you mocking me?” Frieza was so angry that he stuttered.
Frieza was seriously injured, covered in bruises, and had been severely beaten by Broly.
“I’m serious,” Ren smiled, “You’ll believe it eventually.”
Frieza chose to stay silent.
Do you think I’d believe your nonsense?
Not just Frieza, even Whis and Merus looked at Ren skeptically.
Especially Merus, who had gotten to know Ren over time.
Merus wondered if Ren was trying to trick Frieza to death.
Is Frieza really that gullible?
But thinking about it, Frieza was truly pitiful.
His son was torn apart by your apprentice God of Destruction, Broly.
Now, you’re trying to destroy him mentally?
How did you manage to cultivate Angelic Power with such a mindset?
“Ahem… Weren’t we discussing a suitable candidate for the apprentice God of Destruction?” Whis quickly changed the topic.
“Yeah, Ren, who do you think is more suitable for the role of God of Destruction?” Merus asked, interested.
Merus was disappointed in Majin Buu, and if there was a better candidate, he’d switch quickly.
“Actually, Vegeta is more suitable for you, Merus,” Ren said to Merus.
Merus: “…”
Merus was speechless.
I remember your Broly bullied Vegeta badly.
Now you want to recommend him to me?
I don’t want him!
At least my Majin Buu can slightly outshine Broly with his special physique.
What can Vegeta do?
He can’t even beat Frieza, right?
Frieza almost laughed out loud.
“I thought you were going to suggest someone great. Turns out it’s Vegeta?” Frieza held back his laughter, his lips twitching.
“Merus, you need to think long-term. Vegeta is actually very suitable to become a qualified God of Destruction,” Ren said earnestly.
“I’ve decided, I won’t give up on Majin Buu. Since I freed him from his seal, I should be responsible for him,” Merus said, not wanting to deal with Ren.
You’re too much, Ren.
I consider you a friend. Can you recommend Vegeta to me?
Who else can I train?
Although I was on the spaceship and didn’t meet Vegeta personally.
I know very well that this Vegeta is the prince of the Saiyans, with an unruly nature.
He’s harder to tame than Majin Buu.
“I knew it would be like this… Forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything,” Ren sighed.
Whis didn’t comment further, using his staff to check Vegeta’s information quickly.
After a brief look, Whis also covered his forehead, feeling speechless.
This little guy seems very unruly.
And his strength… according to Frieza’s estimation of battle power…
How is it only 18,000?
Is this the kind of person suitable to be an apprentice God of Destruction?
Whis quickly stopped observing Vegeta, feeling that such a small character wasn’t worth cultivating.
…
Universe 7, on a certain planet.
“Ah-choo!” Vegeta suddenly sneezed.
“Prince Vegeta, are you alright?” Raditz asked with concern.
“Are you catching a cold, Prince Vegeta? Saiyans can usually adapt to harsh environments and rarely get sick,” Nappa added.
“Hmph, it’s just a sneeze!” Vegeta snorted, his young face full of defiance.
“That’s true, hahaha…” Raditz laughed foolishly.
Vegeta shot Raditz a sideways glance.
Raditz quickly shut up.
“By the way, Prince Vegeta, I heard Lord Frieza was taken away by someone? I heard it through my scouter,” Nappa said, referring to the device on his eye.
“Taken away? By whom?” Vegeta was puzzled.
“Could it be that he was killed by the legendary Super Saiyan?” Raditz gloated, clapping his hands.
“It’s probably not Broly!” Nappa shook his head, sighing, “I never thought the legendary Super Saiyan really existed.”
“Damn it! I won’t let him get away with it! One day I’ll surpass him and grind him into the ground!” Vegeta clenched his fists, trembling with anger.
…
Universe 18, on the arena.
Universe 3’s viewing stand.
Seeing his carefully selected contestant Majora eliminated, Mule’s hatred deepened.
That Broly guy must have killed my son!
His strength is indeed formidable.
And that Majin Buu guy is also suspicious.
“You useless fool!” Mule shouted angrily.
Majora hung his head, not daring to say a word.
Majora felt extremely unlucky, being knocked out of the arena so easily.
I didn’t even do anything.
Didn’t even get a chance to regenerate.
“Mule, should we stay and watch the match or leave?” Camparri asked.
Mule stared at Broly on the arena, thought for a moment, and instructed Camparri, “Let’s go, no need to embarrass ourselves here.”
After speaking, Mule jumped into Moscow’s body.
“Click!”
Moscow’s abdomen closed.
Camparri tapped his staff on the ground, transforming into a brilliant star-like light that quickly took Moscow and Majora away.
The three soon appeared in the Null Realm.
Flying forward for a few minutes.
“Click-click… click!” Moscow spoke.
“Understood, Lord Moscow.” Camparri nodded and led Majora away.
Flying further.
Majora couldn’t hold back and asked, “What did Lord Mule say?”
“That was Lord Moscow.” Camparri corrected.
Majora: “?????”
“What’s the difference?” Majora asked in confusion.
“Lord Mule is Lord Mule, and Lord Moscow is Lord Moscow.” Camparri explained, “Lord Mule is the strongest human in our universe, while Lord Moscow is our God of Destruction. They have different identities.”
Majora was even more confused.
Silence for three seconds.
“Isn’t that robot controlled by Lord Mule?” Majora asked.
“It is controlled by Lord Mule, but when Lord Moscow is not in a static state, he is the God of Destruction.” Camparri explained in detail.
Majora: “…”
I don’t see any difference.
You’ve confused me.
“So, what did Lord Moscow say earlier? He can’t speak inside that robot, right?” Majora scratched his head and asked.
“Lord Moscow said he wants to wander around nearby and not return to Universe 3 for now.” Camparri replied, “As for being unable to speak, it’s because he was made that way a long time ago.”
“Can’t our universe’s technology make Lord Moscow speak?” Majora asked.
“Of course, but being unable to speak is a characteristic of Lord Moscow, and this characteristic is generally not changed.” Camparri smiled, “You saw the other universe’s Gods of Destruction, they all speak, right? So, not speaking makes him special.”
Majora was speechless.
What you’re saying makes sense; I don’t know how to refute it.
But what’s the point of this?
Majora stopped asking.
The world of gods has its own rules.
As a human, it’s best not to meddle.
…
Universe 18, on the arena.
Majin Buu was still sitting on Zamasu, punching him repeatedly.
Zamasu wailed, screaming in agony.
The scene looked like a pig being slaughtered.
The angels watching sighed.
This pink fatty is quite unique.
Merus, however, lowered his head in embarrassment, feeling like he was the one hitting Zamasu.
Zamasu, filled with anger, suddenly swung his hand blade.
“Slash!”
Zamasu’s hand blade cut off Majin Buu’s head.
“Thud!”
Majin Buu’s head fell, rolling to Zamasu’s feet, eyes tightly closed.
“Ha ha ha… Ha ha ha…” Zamasu
laughed heartily, his face radiant.
Let’s see you act tough now?
Your head is off; let’s see how you regenerate.
Zamasu struggled to get up.
Even though killing you means I can’t become a God of Destruction and will be eliminated.
But you deserve to die!
You dared to humiliate and torment a god by sitting on him.
Dying by my hand should be an honor!
Zamasu’s face was filled with hatred as he tried to stand up.
“Snap!”
Suddenly, Majin Buu’s eyes on the ground opened.
Zamasu was startled, quickly jumping back, his hair standing on end.
Is he still alive?
But looking down, Zamasu saw the pink fatty’s head still had its eyes closed.
Did I see it wrong?
Zamasu rubbed his eyes and looked carefully at Majin Buu’s head again, his hand blade ready in front of him, on high alert.
“Snap!”
At that moment, Majin Buu’s eyes suddenly opened again, even grinning.
“You… you…” Zamasu, terrified, fell back, sitting on the ground.
Majin Buu laughed happily, despite being just a head.
Then, to Zamasu’s horror, Majin Buu’s body walked over, picked up his head, and placed it back on his neck.
“Hehe!” Majin Buu reconnected his head to his body.
But the most disturbing part was that he had put his head on backward, facing Zamasu with both his eyes and his butt.
Zamasu was petrified.
“How should I deal with you?” Majin Buu smiled at Zamasu, rubbing his belly, feeling something off.
Why is my stomach split in two?
Oh… that’s my butt.
“Put it on backward…” Majin Buu grabbed his head and twisted it 360 degrees like a corkscrew.
Majin Buu felt he had twisted too much, quickly twisted back, and faced Zamasu properly.
Zamasu was scared witless.
Are you even human?
I’m a god, and I’m scared.
Zamasu, terrified, moved back, his face pale.
“I’m going to eat you!” Majin Buu smacked his lips, glaring at Zamasu, his antenna twitching, aiming at his body, “What should I turn you into? Chocolate? Cookies? Or chocolate cookies?”
Zamasu was too scared to speak.
Frozen for three seconds.
Zamasu’s fear turned into boundless rage.
“Who do you think you are? I’m a supreme god! How dare you kill me?” Zamasu gritted his teeth, getting up, his face contorted with anger, his hand blade glowing.
“Uh, a god?” Majin Buu’s grin widened, “I’ve eaten two Supreme Kai… hehe.”
Majin Buu patted his belly.
Majin Buu continued, “Hehe, I wasn’t this fat… one Supreme Kai was fat, and the other was tall, so I became like this.”
Zamasu was scared out of his wits, looking at Majin Buu in disbelief.
“You… you’re lying! You said you ate two Supreme Kai?” Zamasu stammered.
Zamasu thought he was a supreme god, overlooking all beings.
But this monster ate two Supreme Kai!
It can’t be true!
He must be lying!
I don’t believe it!
“Merus, did you know about this?” Whis turned to Merus.
“Well… I’ve heard a bit about it…” Merus wiped his sweat, suddenly realizing, “So the Grand Supreme Kai was eaten by him…”
“Oh… no wonder the Supreme Kai lineage broke, it’s all thanks to this Majin Buu.” Whis shook his head.
“Brother Whis… this doesn’t affect me taking him as an apprentice God of Destruction, right?” Merus asked cautiously.
“No, no, it’s all ancient history.” Whis reassured.
“No, I mean… will the Grand Minister be angry?” Merus lowered his voice, asking Whis quietly.
Whis glanced at the Grand Minister’s previous location, realizing he was gone.
“Oh dear, the Grand Minister might have left because he’s upset.” Whis shrugged, pointing up, “Look, Merus, he was floating there, now he’s gone, probably very angry.”
Merus felt terrible, lowering his head, feeling he made a grave mistake.
“Whis, can you stop scaring Merus? He’s already timid.” Vados couldn’t listen anymore and scolded Whis.
“Hehe… just a joke.” Whis laughed.
“Vados, does this mean the Grand Minister won’t be angry?” Merus asked cautiously.
“No, he won’t be angry over something so trivial.” Vados nodded.
With Vados’ assurance, Merus sighed in relief.
Ren also looked at where the Grand Minister was, noticing he had vanished.
Where did you go?
Is the match still going to continue?
“Vados, where did the Grand Minister go?” Ren asked.
“How can we know the Grand Minister’s whereabouts?” Vados smiled, shaking her head.
…
A pristine white planet.
The Grand Minister landed slowly on the ground.
The snowy ground made his blue robes stand out vividly.
“Lila, did you sense it? That little Ren’s Angelic Power.” The Grand Minister asked.
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