"I don't care—if the Grand Zeno punishes us later, I'll push all the bla onto you!" Beerus snapped, clearly annoyed.
Whis only smiled lightly. "Lord Beerus, have you forgotten sothing? I am rely your attendant. The one truly responsible for overseeing Universe 7… is you. If there's negligence, who do you think the Grand Zeno will hold accountable?"
"You!"
Beerus stiffened, his chest heaving with frustration. Yet, as always, he had no real way to deal with Whis.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry, Lord Beerus," Whis said with a gentle laugh. "You already know—tampering with ti is neither a trivial cri nor an unforgivable one. Besides, with Gran around, how could the Grand Zeno truly punish you?"
"That's true."
Beerus lifted his chin smugly. Just like during the previous battle among the candidate Gods of Destruction—other universes had been punished, yet his remained untouched.
That was all thanks to Gran.
As long as Gran existed, both he and Universe 7 would remain safe from trouble.
"Still… Bulma and her father really are abnormal geniuses," Beerus muttered as he lay back on his lounge chair, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Indeed," Whis agreed, reclining as well while taking a sip of his drink. "Especially those capsules—they've managed to compress space to such an extent. It's no wonder they could develop a ti machine."
"Enough about that," Beerus grumbled. "Just hearing about ti travel irritates . There are countless tilines—if Bulma gets lost, it'll be a real headache."
"No need to worry," Whis replied casually. "At worst, we can ask Chronoa to bring her back."
"...That just ans owing that little girl another favor," Beerus muttered, clearly displeased.
"Oh, by the way, Lord Beerus," Whis added, shifting the topic, "Son Goku has returned from King Kai's planet. It seems he's preparing for Vegeta's invasion in six months."
"I know," Beerus said with interest. "Honestly, it sounds entertaining. Let's see whether that boy can grow strong enough to stand against Vegeta."
anwhile, unaware of their conversation, Bulma had already entered the space-ti tunnel aboard her ti machine.
"Hahaha! I did it! I, Bulma, am truly a genius!"
Her eyes sparkled with excitent as she looked around.
The tunnel shimred with silvery light, almost dreamlike.
"This must be the gap between ti and space… but where is Gran?"
She searched relentlessly, scanning every corner—but no matter how long she looked, Gran was nowhere to be found.
Ti passed.
Fuel burned rapidly.
In just a short while, the energy consud was already enough for a full jump between tilines.
Left with no choice, Bulma moved to another tiline—then another.
After two consecutive jumps, she entered the space-ti gap for the third ti.
If she still couldn't find Gran now, she would have to return—her fuel reserves were down to the last unit.
"Gran, where are you?!"
"…Don't tell you couldn't hold on…"
Her anxiety grew stronger with every passing second.
What Bulma didn't realize…
Was that her ti machine had just passed near a massive region of space-ti turbulence.
At the very center of that chaotic storm—
A lone figure sat cross-legged.
It was Gran.
He had been here for an entire year.
And all this ti, he had remained, seeking to comprehend the power of space-ti.
At that very mont.
"Sothing that can only be understood, but not explained… so this is the power of space-ti?"
The energy enveloping him suddenly shifted.
The silvery threads of light began to warp, bending as if influenced by forces from other tilines.
Gran slowly opened his eyes.
He raised a single finger—
And at its tip flickered a faint silver glow.
This glow was neither pure ti nor pure space—
It was both combined.
Space-Ti Power.
He had succeeded.
Chronoa had originally estimated that it would take him ten years to reach this level.
Yet now...
It had only taken one.
"…Was this really that hard to comprehend? It actually took a whole year… what a pain," Gran muttered, frowning slightly.
There was no joy on his face—only mild dissatisfaction.
After all, when he had first comprehended Destruction Power, it had only taken him three days.
Compared to that, a year felt far too long.
If Chronoa had been here, she would've undoubtedly smacked him.
Even Gods of Destruction couldn't wield ti power—let alone the combined force of space-ti.
As for whether angels possessed such abilities… even Chronoa didn't know.
But one thing was certain—
Space-ti power was far more difficult than destruction power.
Otherwise, soone with Gran's monstrous talent would never have needed an entire year.
"Still… despite the difficulty, this power is terrifying."
Gran stared at the silver light dancing on his fingertip, murmuring softly.
What he had achieved was only the initial comprehension stage.
Just like when he first grasped destruction power—it was rely a raw force with its effects, not yet elevated to the level of true laws.
The sa would apply here.
Only through continuous refinent could it evolve into Space-Ti Laws.
But even at this early stage—
The power in his hand made him feel invincible.
Ti stop.
Ti jump.
Ti reversal.
Spatial movent.
Spatial compression.
Space-ti travel…
All these abilities had already ford clearly in his mind the mont he awakened this power.
If used in battle—
Even Beerus might not stand a chance.
Of course..
That was only in theory.
Right now, Gran had only just awakened this ability. While he could use these techniques, their strength would still be limited.
He would need to train, just as he once did with destruction power, gradually refining it to perfection.
"Alright… ti to head back."
Mastering space-ti power wasn't sothing that needed to be rushed.
It hadn't even been part of his original plan.
Besides...
Even soone hanging themselves needs ti to breathe.
Endless training without pause wasn't realistic.
Thinking of this, Gran's desire to return ho surged uncontrollably.
END OF CHAPTER
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