"And to become a Manager of Time and Space, one must possess temporal uniqueness!"
As the King of Time said this, their voice seemed to change—filled with shock, excitement, and barely concealed exhilaration.
"Lord King of Time, when the Grand Priest spoke earlier, he said that this little guy had no problems at all… but I still feel that something is off."
Chronoa shook her head.
"Something feels wrong, you say? Then perhaps there is something unusual… however—"
The King of Time gazed meaningfully at Gran within the Scroll of Time and smiled faintly.
"This child truly has no issues."
"In fact, his appearance didn't even create a new parallel timeline."
Suddenly, the King of Time turned around.
The sudden movement startled the little Chronoa.
"Lord King of Time, what's wrong?"
"You understand the significance of someone possessing temporal uniqueness, don't you?"
"Did you invite him to come to the Time Realm?"
The King of Time placed a hand on Chronoa's small shoulder and spoke seriously.
The normally calm and composed King of Time was unusually emotional today.
Chronoa's eyes widened in surprise.
"Little girl, answer me."
"I did!"
"I tried to recruit him to become a Time 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 Time pulled their hand back from Chronoa's shoulder, their voice suddenly turning angry.
"The stability of time 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 moment, the King of Time resembled a muttering, irritated elder, endlessly complaining under their breath.
Chronoa shrank her neck slightly.
She had never seen the King of Time behave like this before.
After some time passed…
The Chronicle Repository suddenly fell silent.
Chronoa looked toward the King of Time.
And when she did—
She was shocked.
The noble King of Time had completely disappeared.
Did the King of Time 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 Time, where did you go?"
"Where else could I go?"
"Of course I went to fight that Zeno."
The King of Time's voice sounded slightly breathless.
"???"
Chronoa's mouth fell open.
They really went to fight Lord Zeno?
Lord King of Time was way too fierce!
"Lord King of Time—who won?"
Chronoa asked excitedly.
"Neither of us won."
"Neither of us lost."
The King of Time turned toward her and smiled.
"But if you encounter that boy Gran again in the future…"
"You may try to recruit him to the Time Realm."
"Lord King of Time… does that mean Lord Zeno changed his mind?"
"Yes."
The King of Time nodded.
"But if he doesn't want to come to the Time Realm, that's fine as well."
"Just don't easily offend him."
"Yes!"
Chronoa nodded firmly.
Meanwhile — 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 immense 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 Time 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 somewhat puzzled, Raphael still turned and left the Dragon God Temple.
But the moment 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 immediately 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 time, 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 Time Chamber.
If they didn't return soon so he could cultivate his Time-Skip dimension, 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 smell?"
"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 something 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 me."
"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 time?"
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 Time 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 come 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 me. I'm going to rest for a while."
He assumed 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 me, right?"
"Hmph!"
"You're my candidate."
"If he dares stop you, just call me."
"I'll come over and beat him up!"
Beerus flexed his biceps.
"Hahaha."
"Lord Beerus, you're joking."
"Besides, Lord Champa actually owes me a huge favor this time."
"He definitely won't stop me."
"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 something together.
Now, after an entire month, the siblings had finally returned.
"How fragrant!"
"Gran, Lord Beerus—you two are really shameless!"
"You secretly made delicious food while I was gone!"
Whis hurried to the table, looking indignant as he quickly took a seat.