In an unimaginably distant space stood a world shaped like an inverted pyramid — a realm brimming with the aura of destruction.
By the shimring lakeside stood a refined man. Tall and slender, with pale blue skin and long white curls cascading down his back, a radiant halo floated serenely around his neck. His presence was divine, his expression tranquil — both majestic and sacred.
Hovering beside him was a cup. Inside it, lazily swimming in circles, was a loach-like fish.
An angel and a fish — both gazing toward a distant, majestic palace.
The Oracle Fish leaned against the edge of the cup, sighing. "Lord Beerus hasn't destroyed even a handful of planets, yet he's gone back to sleep again. What a lazybones!"
As one of the beings of the God of Destruction Realm, the Oracle Fish was well aware of Beerus's strength.
Years ago, during the great "Hide-and-Seek Incident" involving the Omni-King, the twelve Gods of Destruction once fought each other.
Calling it a fight, however, was an exaggeration — it was really eleven of them teaming up against Beerus.
And the outco?
Beerus single-handedly defeated every one of them.
When the dust settled, only two managed to leave with a shred of dignity — Beerus's brother, Champa, and that sly mouse, Quitela.
That battle earned Beerus the title of The Strongest God of Destruction.
Unfortunately…
For soone so strong, Beerus's sheer laziness dragged Universe 7 down to second-to-last place in the multiverse rankings.
The Oracle Fish sighed again. "It's honestly embarrassing to admit I'm from his universe…"
"Oh-ho-ho~"
The elegant man chuckled softly, tapping the ground with his long staff.
"Careful what you say," Whis said with a playful smile. "If Lord Beerus ever heard you calling him lazy, you'd be in serious trouble."
The haloed, graceful image of the angel shattered in an instant — replaced by a mischievous grin.
"Bah, who cares? He's asleep anyway. He can't hear ."
"Oh? And how do you know I won't tell him once he wakes up?"
The Oracle Fish's eyes widened. "Y–You wouldn't actually tell him, would you?"
Whis covered his mouth, laughing lightly. "Well, that depends… on how polite you are to ."
"..."
The Oracle Fish fell silent, tiny bubbles rising in frustration.
What a pair — a gluttonous angel and a lazy god. Between the two of them, one loved sleeping, the other loved eating.
If one were to put it crudely — they were the embodint of sloth and indulgence.
But truthfully, the angel before it was far more terrifying.
Beerus might be the strongest of the Gods of Destruction… yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from Whis.
After all, every skill Beerus possessed had been taught by this very angel.
Whis wasn't just his attendant — he was his teacher.
And as for Whis's true power?
No one in the universe knew.
"Fine," the Oracle Fish said, sulking. "I'll give you all the food I've been saving. But you can't tell Lord Beerus what I said!"
Whis licked his lips, his eyes brightening with eager anticipation. "Hehe~ delicious food again."
Suddenly
A faint, weak voice echoed from sowhere far, far away.
"Wh… Whis…"
Whis, as the angel of Universe 7, instantly heard it. His expression didn't change — this sort of thing happened often.
Throughout countless worlds, many had called his na. It was nothing new.
He usually ignored them.
But then
"Mr. Whis, I have the most delicious food in the entire universe! Would you like to try so?"
That single sentence made Whis's eyes light up instantly.
"What's wrong with you?" asked the Oracle Fish, pulling out its own stash of food from subspace. But when it saw Whis's expression — that all-too-familiar look of hunger and excitent — realization struck.
Uh-oh.
Whenever Whis looked like that, it only ant one thing.
He'd found sothing worth eating.
Before the Oracle Fish could even speak, Whis transford into a streak of seven-colored light and vanished into the heavens.
As his voice faded away, it left behind one parting remark:
"Let's call this even — I won't tell Lord Beerus about your little comnt, and you won't tell him I went out. Deal?"
"Argh! Going to eat without again?!"
The Oracle Fish shouted angrily toward the empty sky.
But before it could finish venting, its eyes suddenly glazed over.
It had fallen into sleep — or rather, into its prophetic trance.
If Whis had stayed a mont longer, he would've been surprised.
Because whenever the Oracle Fish entered this state…
it ant a prophecy was about to be born.
anwhile, back on the desolate planet
Gran lay motionless on the ground. Two minutes had passed since he'd first called out to Whis. Still, no one ca.
"Could it be… Whis really didn't hear ?"
He coughed up blood again, his breath growing weaker.
In the ani, Whis once ferried Beerus from the God Realm to King Kai's planet — a trip that normally took twenty-six minutes.
But when Beerus demanded haste, Whis made the journey in three.
So logically, with Whis's love of food, he should've arrived here within three minutes too!
Yet ten long minutes crawled by.
Gran's life force waned with each passing second.
"Damn it… am I really… going to die like this?"
"I haven't even… punched Beerus… or kicked the Gra—"
Suddenly
"Punch Lord Beerus? Kick what, exactly?"
A calm, clear voice echoed in his ears.
Gran's pupils shrank.
It couldn't be!
He wanted to turn his head, but his body refused to move.
A soft light descended from the sky.
A tall figure with pale blue skin and white hair appeared, holding a staff that shimred faintly.
An angel.
Gran's eyes widened in disbelief.
It was Whis — truly him!
Whis had heard his call and co in person!
For a mont, Gran forgot all pain, joy bursting in his chest.
Whis gazed down at the injured child, his brow furrowing slightly.
"A Saiyan?"
That shouldn't be possible. The Saiyan race had been annihilated along with Planet Vegeta.
Could it be that Frieza defied Lord Beerus's orders?
Whis shook his head. Whatever the truth, it wasn't his concern.
As an angel, his duty was to guide and serve the God of Destruction — and to remain neutral in all cosmic affairs.
Even if Frieza had disobeyed Beerus, Whis would not interfere.
Still…
"You just said, 'punch Lord Beerus' and 'kick'… who, exactly?"
A teasing glimr flashed in Whis's eyes.
He could already guess what the boy had ant — punch Beerus, kick the Grand Zeno.
How bold.
How suicidally bold.
"..."
Gran wanted to ask for help, to beg for his life, but his mouth refused to move.
"My, my~ you're on the brink of death, aren't you?"
Whis spoke lightly — yet made no move to heal him.
Gran's heart sank.
Wait, why? He ca all the way here! Why wasn't he helping?!
"I don't know how you survived Frieza, or how you knew I have a fondness for good food," Whis said, his tone calm yet distant. He tapped his staff gently against the ground. "You lured here hoping I'd save you, didn't you? But I'm afraid you're mistaken."
Why would an angel — a being of neutrality — save a stranger simply for offering food?
They served only the Gods of Destruction, never ddling in the universe's affairs.
Save a dying Saiyan child?
Ridiculous.
Even if it were soone he knew, it would be questionable. But a Saiyan — a race Beerus despised? Impossible.
Whis did love food. That was the only reason he'd co.
But not even the finest al in existence could compel him to break his divine neutrality.
If Gran could read his thoughts, he would've cried out, "That's not what you did in Dragon Ball Super! You helped Bulma just for pudding!"
Yet here, Whis only stood and watched.
Gran's faint hope crumbled into despair.
He had believed Whis would save him — and now, death felt inevitable.
Was this truly the end?
His breath weakened to a whisper. His eyes closed. Death lood.
Whis sighed softly as he looked down.
Clever little one. Even on the brink of death, he'd devised a way to summon him here.
What a pity.
As an angel, he could not interfere.
Whis turned to leave
But then, sothing stirred.
A surge of powerful energy erupted from Gran's body, rippling across dinsions.
"Hm?" Whis's expression shifted.
This child… sothing was different.
Sothing… extraordinary.
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