Merus, Give Up, It’s My Turn! (Part 1)
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“No interest,” Jiren rejected the offer without hesitation.
I didn’t even want to be a God of Destruction, and now you want me to be a Supreme Kai?
Merus: “…”
Ren wasn’t surprised at all; he had seen it coming.
Based on Ren’s analysis, Jiren should have been the candidate for the God of Destruction in Universe 11. However, Jiren had no real interest in that position.
Jiren was solely focused on pursuing absolute justice.
For Jiren, being a God of Destruction didn’t align with his sense of justice.
Moreover, Jiren’s ultimate goal was to revive his master, Gicchin. Unfortunately, Gicchin’s soul had been destroyed by demons, leaving even the angels powerless to bring him back.
“If that’s the reason you came here, you should leave. Don’t disturb my training,” Jiren said as he closed the door, effectively dismissing them, and walked away.
Merus: “…”
Merus was at a loss.
That was a quick rejection.
Couldn’t you at least let me finish speaking?
“Please, hear me out, Jiren!” Merus called out.
As an angel, Merus had never felt so embarrassed in his life.
It was one thing to be ignored when in disguise, but now, as himself, he was being shut down too easily.
Has my sister Marcarita not been doing well in this universe?
Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?
“Whoosh!”
Merus moved swiftly, entering Jiren’s courtyard in an instant.
Ren: “…”
You’re just barging in now?
This trainee angel sure has some personality.
You didn’t even take the time to understand Jiren’s character, and you’re jumping straight to asking him to become Supreme Kai?
Jiren, now visibly annoyed, sighed.
“I already turned down the offer to become a God of Destruction’s apprentice. I’m even less interested in being a Supreme Kai,” Jiren said with finality. “Go back and stop wasting your time on me.”
“Jiren, please listen. The Supreme Kai and the God of Destruction are completely different. How much do you know about the role of a Supreme Kai?” Merus asked.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’ve only heard of them,” Jiren replied coldly, taking steps toward his room.
“Let me explain—Supreme Kais are also called Gods of Creation. They are the most… hey, wait, don’t close the door! At least let me finish!” Merus pleaded as he watched Jiren enter his room and shut the door.
Merus felt utterly defeated.
“Merus, you really don’t understand social cues, do you? What have you been learning all these years with the Galactic Patrol?” Ren commented, flying into the courtyard after him.
Merus fell silent, feeling the weight of rejection.
I’m inviting someone to become a god, and he outright refuses.
What’s happening to this world?
Am I trying to harm you or something?
After a moment of stunned silence, Merus finally spoke again.
“This wasn’t what I expected,” Merus admitted. “I didn’t think there were people who weren’t interested in becoming gods.”
Ren also paused to think.
Jiren wasn’t interested in becoming Supreme Kai, and neither was Goku, who had little interest in such roles.
The only advantage was that Goku was still young and could be guided. Jiren, however, was fully grown, and his chances of becoming a Supreme Kai seemed slim.
Ren had an idea on how to persuade Jiren. If this plan didn’t work, there was no hope.
“Are you giving up?” Ren asked, grinning slightly.
“No, I’m not giving up!” Merus shook his head resolutely.
“How long do you need?” Ren asked again.
“What do you mean?” Merus was taken aback by the question.
“We agreed earlier, didn’t we? If you can’t convince him, it’s my turn. And if I succeed, well, that’s just too bad for you,” Ren said, smiling broadly.
Merus: “…”
“Fine, give me three days. If he doesn’t agree by then, I’ll let it go,” Merus thought for a moment and set a deadline.
“Alright,” Ren nodded, not objecting.
Three days it is, then.
Let’s see if you can persuade Jiren.
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Universe 9, on a certain planet.
At a grand open-air dining table, lavish food and a variety of chocolates were laid out.
Broly was happily devouring the feast, while Majin Buu stuffed chunks of chocolate into his mouth until it was nearly overflowing.
Meanwhile, Sidra and Mule were sitting nearby, drinking and chatting.
At least thirty servants were attending to them. One of them, wearing a crown, seemed to be the king of the planet.
The king was personally serving Sidra, not showing an ounce of complaint. In fact, he seemed eager to please.
“Broly, Buu, do you see this? As a God of Destruction, even the ruler of a planet must serve us respectfully, because we hold the power over their lives and deaths,” Sidra said with a smile, addressing Broly and Buu.
Next to Sidra sat the robot servant No. 7, adding a touch of elegance to the scene, occasionally sipping some oil.
Broly continued eating with great enthusiasm, even using his hands instead of utensils, feeling it was more satisfying that way.
Majin Buu, seemingly in competition with Broly, kept shoveling chocolate into his mouth at an increasing pace.
The two of them were locked in an unspoken contest of who could eat faster.
As for Sidra’s earlier comments, both Broly and Majin Buu paid them no mind.
“Sidra, when do we make our move?” Mule asked quietly, unable to hold back his impatience.
“There’s no rush,” Sidra shook his head and responded in a low voice. “We’ve only known them for less than a day. When they let their guard down and consider us real friends, that’s when we’ll strike. I know you’re anxious, but rushing things will only ruin our plan. If that happens, it’s over.”
“I get it. I’m not rushing. I just need to find the culprit who killed Muse,” Mule’s face darkened.
“Trust me, we’ll get to the bottom of this,” Sidra reassured him with a smirk, patting Mule on the head. “Just focus on building a good rapport with them. Remember, both of them have angels backing them.”
“The Grand Priest already said that once we have evidence, we can act freely,” Mule frowned, lowering his voice.
“That’s true, but if that human angel and the trainee angel catch wind of this, do you think they’ll let us off so easily?” Sidra chuckled softly. “By the way, did you notice the watch Broly is wearing?”
“Watch? What about it?” Mule asked, puzzled by the sudden mention.
“You’re not paying attention,” Sidra laughed. “I noticed the watch when I first met them. It originally belonged to Ren, the human angel. Now Broly’s wearing it. Do you know why?”
“Does it mean they’re close?” Mule guessed.
“Exactly. Ren gave Broly that watch for a reason—it’s clearly a sign that he doesn’t want us bullying him,” Sidra said with a sly grin.
“And what if we do? Ren’s just a human angel. He’s not even as strong as Merus!” Mule sneered. “I can’t believe he’s trying to become a full angel. I bet his power is just a flash in the pan.”
“He may be weak now, but don’t forget how young he is—what is he, five? And Broly is the same age,” Sidra reminded him with a sigh.
“They’re just fast learners, I suppose,” Mule speculated.
“No matter what, we need to gain their trust first. Once they let their guard down, we’ll find a way to get the information we need,” Sidra said with a wicked smile, signaling Mule with a glance toward the table of wine.
Mule got the hint, grabbing a bottle and approaching Broly and Majin Buu.
The table was large, so Broly and Buu hadn’t heard Sidra and Mule’s conversation earlier.
“Broly, Buu, it’s no fun just eating food and chocolate. How about a drink?” Mule placed the bottle near them.
“No thanks,” Majin Buu shook his head.
“Kids shouldn’t drink alcohol,” Broly added.
Mule: “…”
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Merus, Give Up, It’s My Turn! (Part 2)
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“You’re a trainee God of Destruction now. Are you still calling yourself a kid?” Mule asked irritably.
“Even if I became the strongest god in the universe, a kid is still a kid,” Broly replied confidently.
“Suit yourself,” Mule muttered, turning to leave.
Back at Sidra’s side, Mule shrugged.
“Don’t worry. It’s still early,” Sidra said, exuding confidence.
“You’re right. We’ve only known them for a day,” Mule agreed.
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Universe 6, Champa’s Planet.
In Champa’s castle…
Champa was flipping through a book titled Sunflower Manual, studying the text intently.
Moments later, he shook his head in frustration.
“No, no, no! This is starting to feel like a trap waiting for me… I’m not falling for it!” Champa snorted, gathering purple-red destructive energy in his hand, ready to destroy the book.
But then he hesitated and withdrew the energy.
What if it’s real?
The book was right about one thing:
Speed is invincible.
From his battles with Ren and Broly, Champa could tell that their speed was indeed their most formidable trait.
No human could reach such incredible speed.
And not to mention… they are only 5 years old!
There are still several months before they even turn 6!
At such a young age, one has already developed the power of an angel, and the other possesses unbelievable energy, being chosen as the new God of Destruction of Universe 18.
Maybe… maybe it’s really because of this book.
But me? I don’t think I have the courage to practice it.
Perhaps I should find someone else to try it first?
What about trying it on Hit…? No, that won’t work.
Champa thought seriously and decided to try it on someone else.
Maybe another God of Destruction.
If a God of Destruction trains using the Sunflower Manual, it could give me some insight.
But which God of Destruction should I choose?
It’s best to find one of the weaker Gods of Destruction, let them practice it, and see if their power improves.
The weakest God of Destruction… perhaps Mosco from Universe 3?
Yes, and inside him is that little guy, Mule.
Getting that little guy to train using the Sunflower Manual sounds like an excellent idea.
Champa’s eyes sparkled with brilliance, feeling quite proud of his cleverness.
Without wasting time, Champa quickly contacted Mule, who was in Universe 9, through his communicator.
Mule, who was casually chatting with Sidra, paused and pulled out his communicator.
Seeing that it was a call from Champa, Mule looked a bit confused.
Why is Champa calling me?
“It’s Champa,” Mule showed the round communicator to Sidra.
“Answer it. Maybe it’s something important,” Sidra said indifferently.
“Alright,” Mule nodded and answered the call in front of Sidra.
“Mosco, what are you doing? And don’t give me that beep-beep talk, I can’t understand a word of it!” Champa’s voice came through the communicator, addressing Mule directly.
“I’m not in Mosco’s body right now…” Mule replied honestly. “I’m in Universe 9, drinking with Sidra.”
“With that old man Sidra?” Champa paused for a moment.
“Champa, you fat cat! Can’t you watch your mouth?” Sidra’s face darkened instantly.
“What do you want?” Mule asked.
“Never mind. It’s nothing, really nothing. Just forget it,” Champa muttered, abruptly ending the call.
Mule: “…”
Is this your idea of nothing?
You almost made it sound important.
“Hey, if you’ve got something to say, just say it,” Mule sighed in frustration.
But Champa had already disconnected the call.
The communicators they used were equipped with loudspeakers, so both Broly and Majin Buu, who were sitting nearby, heard everything clearly.
However, both were more focused on eating and showed little interest in the conversation.
Unbeknownst to Sidra and Mule, the moment Champa’s voice sounded, Broly’s eyes shifted slightly before returning to normal, as if he had recognized the voice.
“Mule, it’s obvious Champa wants to talk to you privately. You should call him back,” Sidra suggested, seeing through the situation. “I’m not interested in your conversation. Just go over there and handle it.”
“Alright, I’ll give him a call and see what he wants to say,” Mule agreed and stepped aside to call Champa back.
The call connected quickly, and Mule assured Champa that he was alone.
“It’s really no big deal. I recently got my hands on a special book, a divine training manual… Want to give it a try?” Champa chuckled.
“A divine training manual?” Mule raised an eyebrow.
“It’s all about speed. ‘In the world of martial arts, speed is the key.’ No matter how well you’ve mastered Ultra Instinct, absolute speed can surpass everything. Am I right?” Champa explained.
“You’ve got a point,” Mule nodded thoughtfully.
Indeed, if you push speed to its limit, even Ultra Instinct wouldn’t be able to dodge it.
“Is that what’s written in this divine manual you’re talking about?” Mule asked.
“By the way, don’t tell anyone else, but you know those two little brats, Ren and Broly?” Champa lowered his voice conspiratorially.
Mule didn’t respond.
How could I not know them?
Broly is sitting right next to me.
“They were able to grow so strong because they trained using the techniques from this book. That’s how they built such a solid foundation and advanced so quickly,” Champa claimed, as if revealing a great secret.
“Really?” Mule was genuinely surprised.
“Think about it, they’re only 5 years old. I know all about their race. We have Saiyans in Universe 6 too, but no Saiyan could ever reach that kind of power at 5! No, even their king, as an adult, isn’t as powerful as those two,” Champa continued.
“So you’re saying it’s because they trained using this manual that they became this strong?” Mule was shocked. He had never imagined such a divine book could exist.
Thinking about it carefully, though, Mule couldn’t deny that Ren and Broly did seem unusual.
If you said they were from a different race, it would make sense.
But the problem is, they’re from the same race and are about the same age.
And yet, they’re both incredibly strong, despite being so young. That’s hard to believe.
Maybe it really is connected to that book Champa mentioned.
“Champa, send me that manual so I can take a look,” Mule said, now eager.
“I’m just showing it off. If you want to see it, you’ll have to trade something valuable,” Champa laughed.
“What do you want?” Mule grumbled.
“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” Champa replied after thinking it over.
Mule: “…”
“However, since we’re on good terms, I’ll let you take a look first,” Champa added.
“You’re just too scared to try it yourself, so you want me to be your guinea pig, huh?” Mule wasn’t dumb. He quickly realized Champa’s true intentions.
“You can take it or leave it! It’s up to you!” Champa huffed. “Anyway, that’s all. Later!”
“Fine, send it over. I’ll take a look,” Mule quickly responded.
It doesn’t cost anything to check it out, right?
Why not?
“Let’s establish a direct transmission channel. There are no rules against sending items across,” Mule suggested.
“Alright, transmission channel opening!” Champa agreed.
“Whoosh!”
Champa waved his hand, and a transmission portal opened.
Mule followed suit, creating a corresponding portal on his end.
With a casual flick, Champa tossed the Sunflower Manual into the portal.
In an instant, the manual appeared in Mule’s hands.
Mule caught it with a quick motion.
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