Dragon Ball: Summoning Whis at the Start Chapter 239 239: The King of Time — Looks Like I’ll Have to

"And to beco a Manager of Ti and Space, one must possess temporal uniqueness!"

As the King of Ti said this, their voice seed to change—filled with shock, excitent, and barely concealed exhilaration.

"Lord King of Ti, when the Grand Priest spoke earlier, he said that this little guy had no problems at all… but I still feel that sothing is off."

Chronoa shook her head.

"Sothing feels wrong, you say? Then perhaps there is sothing unusual… however—"

The King of Ti gazed aningfully at Gran within the Scroll of Ti and smiled faintly.

"This child truly has no issues."

"In fact, his appearance didn't even create a new parallel tiline."

Suddenly, the King of Ti turned around.

The sudden movent startled the little Chronoa.

"Lord King of Ti, what's wrong?"

"You understand the significance of soone possessing temporal uniqueness, don't you?"

"Did you invite him to co to the Ti Realm?"

The King of Ti placed a hand on Chronoa's small shoulder and spoke seriously.

The normally calm and composed King of Ti was unusually emotional today.

Chronoa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Little girl, answer ."

"I did!"

"I tried to recruit him to beco a Ti Patrol officer, but…"

"But what?"

"But Lord Zeno didn't allow it!"

Chronoa pouted, her face filled with grievance.

"You damned Zeno!"

The King of Ti pulled their hand back from Chronoa's shoulder, their voice suddenly turning angry.

"The stability of ti and space is the most important thing!"

"And now that we've finally discovered such a promising talent, you actually say it's not allowed?!"

"Looks like I'll have to fight him over it!"

At that mont, the King of Ti resembled a muttering, irritated elder, endlessly complaining under their breath.

Chronoa shrank her neck slightly.

She had never seen the King of Ti behave like this before.

After so ti passed…

The Chronicle Repository suddenly fell silent.

Chronoa looked toward the King of Ti.

And when she did—

She was shocked.

The noble King of Ti had completely disappeared.

Did the King of Ti really go fight Lord Zeno?

Chronoa's eyes widened.

She remained in the Chronicle Repository, waiting.

Three full days and nights passed.

On the fourth day, the blurred figure suddenly returned.

"Lord King of Ti, where did you go?"

"Where else could I go?"

"Of course I went to fight that Zeno."

The King of Ti's voice sounded slightly breathless.

"???"

Chronoa's mouth fell open.

They really went to fight Lord Zeno?

Lord King of Ti was way too fierce!

"Lord King of Ti—who won?"

Chronoa asked excitedly.

"Neither of us won."

"Neither of us lost."

The King of Ti turned toward her and smiled.

"But if you encounter that boy Gran again in the future…"

"You may try to recruit him to the Ti Realm."

"Lord King of Ti… does that an Lord Zeno changed his mind?"

"Yes."

The King of Ti nodded.

"But if he doesn't want to co to the Ti Realm, that's fine as well."

"Just don't easily offend him."

"Yes!"

Chronoa nodded firmly.

anwhile — The Dragon Realm

The Great Elder of the Dragon Realm, Raphael, returned.

He arrived before the Temple of the Dragon God.

Although it was called a temple, it was more accurate to describe it as a small world.

Within that world lay a gigantic golden Western dragon.

Its imnse body rested across the realm, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

"Lord Zalama, recently an interesting individual appeared in the Zeno Universe."

Raphael bowed respectfully before the golden dragon.

"I already know."

"Recently, that fellow from the Ti Realm even went to fight Zeno because of him."

An ancient and weathered voice echoed throughout the small world.

Yet the dragon never opened its eyes.

"What?"

Raphael was surprised.

"That child's matter…"

"We will not interfere."

"You may leave."

"Yes."

Although sowhat puzzled, Raphael still turned and left the Dragon God Temple.

But the mont he stepped out of that small world—

The dragon that had been sleeping suddenly opened its eyes.

Interesting…

Zeno Universe

One month had passed since the Great Battle of the God of Destruction Candidates.

Yet even after so long, the results of that battle were still being widely discussed among the gods.

Universe Seven

Champa and the others did not imdiately return to Universe Six.

Instead, they stayed in Universe Seven for two weeks.

Champa mainly wanted to wait for Vados so they could return together.

But after waiting for a long ti, she still hadn't returned.

In the end, Champa reluctantly gave up the delicious food of Universe Seven and left in a foul mood with Hit and the others.

After all, in order to participate in the battle, Hit had spent nearly two-thirds of his lifespan training inside the Hyperbolic Ti Chamber.

If they didn't return soon so he could cultivate his Ti-Skip dinsion, he would literally die of old age.

The Destroyer Realm of Universe Seven

Gran stood beside a lake, grilling fish.

The fish were the ones he had previously caught in the Other World from the Grand Kai.

"Lord Beerus, how does it sll?"

"Delicious!"

Beerus stood nearby, practically drooling.

"Hahaha! I treat you well, don't I? These are fish I caught in the Other World."

"Very good, very good. Kid, you really know how to do things properly."

Beerus licked his lips.

"But can you hurry up? I'm practically drooling here."

"Good food takes patience."

"Wait a bit longer."

Gran carefully flipped the fish on the grill.

Winning the God of Destruction Candidate Battle a month ago had put him in an excellent mood.

But what made him even happier was sothing else.

He had trained for so many years for one purpose—

To catch up to Beerus.

And now, in terms of martial skill, he was already very close.

Just thinking about it made him grin.

"Gran, what are you going to do next? Continue training—"

Before Beerus could finish speaking, Gran's face turned dark.

"Lord Beerus."

"Please don't say the word training in front of ."

"If I hear that word again, I might actually throw up."

"Hahaha!"

Beerus burst into laughter.

"I told you long ago—life shouldn't be nothing but training!"

"Who told you to train so desperately all the ti?"

Gran rolled his eyes.

"If I hadn't trained like crazy…"

"Do you think I could've won that battle?"

Beerus fell silent.

Because it was true.

Without entering the Hyperbolic Ti Chamber, Gran definitely wouldn't have won.

After all, the candidate from Universe One had possessed ridiculously overwhelming raw power.

Seeing Beerus silent, Gran stopped teasing him.

"I don't plan to train for a while."

"My next stop is Earth."

It was now Age 759.

Soon, the events of Dragon Ball Z would begin.

Gran didn't know whether Raditz would still co to Earth.

But there was one regret he wanted to fix—

Gohan's future.

"You do whatever you want."

"I'm not going to Earth."

Beerus waved his hand lazily.

"These last ten years exhausted . I'm going to rest for a while."

He assud Gran simply wanted to go to Earth to eat good food.

So he didn't think much about it.

"What about that guy?"

Beerus looked toward Broly, who was standing near the lake.

Years ago, Gran had promised to gather the Super Dragon Balls to solve Broly's problem.

"Don't worry."

"I already have a plan."

"I'll go to Earth first, then collect the Super Dragon Balls."

Gran flipped the fish again and joked:

"The Super Dragon Balls only exist in Universes Six and Seven."

"I'm sure Lord Champa won't stop , right?"

"Hmph!"

"You're my candidate."

"If he dares stop you, just call ."

"I'll co over and beat him up!"

Beerus flexed his biceps.

"Hahaha."

"Lord Beerus, you're joking."

"Besides, Lord Champa actually owes a huge favor this ti."

"He definitely won't stop ."

"So collecting the Super Dragon Balls should be the easiest thing in the world."

The barbecue was finally ready.

Gran placed three large grilled fish on the table.

From the distance, Broly ran over.

Both of them sat eagerly at the table.

Gran sat down as well.

"Alright!"

"Let's eat!"

But just as the three of them were about to start—

Two streaks of seven-colored light suddenly descended from the sky.

It was Whis and Vados.

One month earlier, Whis had said the angels needed to discuss sothing together.

Now, after an entire month, the siblings had finally returned.

"How fragrant!"

"Gran, Lord Beerus—you two are really shaless!"

"You secretly made delicious food while I was gone!"

Whis hurried to the table, looking indignant as he quickly took a seat.