Space twisted slightly.
Whis's figure, staff in hand, appeared silently above the courtyard of Capsule Corporation.
He looked down—
And froze.
The lawn below was covered with long dining tables draped in white tablecloths, set with exquisite silverware.
Dozens of world-class chefs in spotless white uniforms worked busily at their stations, tense yet perfectly coordinated.
The air was thick with aroma.
Countless scents intertwined, forming a torrent that surged straight into Whis's nostrils.
Grumble…
Even an Angel's stomach betrayed him.
"Oh… my goodness…" Whis narrowed his eyes blissfully and inhaled deeply.
"Is this… heaven?"
He slowly descended and landed gracefully at the center of the courtyard.
"Welcome, Mr. Whis!" Bulma immediately brought Vegeta forward, her smile radiant.
"It must've been a long trip. You've worked hard."
"Oh ho ho ho, not at all, not at all." Whis's eyes were already glued to the dishes that looked like works of art.
"Miss Bulma, Mr. Vegeta, you're far too generous. Are these… all for me?"
"Of course!" Bulma gestured politely.
"These are only appetizers. Today, we've prepared one hundred top-tier dishes, covering cuisines from all over the world. We guarantee you'll taste the finest flavors this planet has to offer!"
"O-One hundred?!" Whis's eyes lit up instantly.
Angel dignity was immediately forgotten.
He sat down without ceremony.
"Then I won't hold back!"
The feast officially began.
The first dish was top-grade caviar.
Whis scooped a spoonful with a silver spoon and placed it into his mouth.
With a gentle press—
The roe burst one by one across his tongue.
Rich, layered umami mixed with the essence of the ocean flooded his senses.
"Mmm~~~"
Whis let out a blissful sigh.
"The fragrant oil melting in the mouth… supreme enjoyment."
"Delicious! Absolutely delicious!"
Then came the second dish.
The third.
The fourth.
Plates arrived like a flowing river.
Whis completely let himself go—sometimes using chopsticks, sometimes knife and fork, and sometimes even his hands.
His eating speed was dazzling.
Vegeta and Bulma sat quietly to the side.
They didn't interrupt.
They waited.
Patiently.
The feast lasted three full hours.
When the final dessert—a miniature chocolate-and-gold model of Capsule Corporation headquarters—was swallowed in a single bite—
Whis finally leaned back.
"Burp…"
"Satisfied… Truly satisfied."
He stroked his slightly bulging stomach, his face filled with unprecedented contentment.
"Miss Bulma. Mr. Vegeta. This is the most lavish and delicious meal I've had in billions of years. I am very satisfied."
Now. It was time.
Bulma and Vegeta exchanged a glance.
"Mr. Whis," Bulma said gently, breaking the silence, "We're honored that you enjoyed it. Actually, aside from thanking you… There's a small favor we'd like to ask."
"Oh?" Whis raised an eyebrow, smiling as though he'd expected this all along.
"Go on. For the sake of these one hundred and eight dishes… I might consider it."
Bulma looked at Vegeta.
Vegeta took a deep breath and stood up.
Then—
Under Whis's surprised gaze—
He bowed.
A full ninety degrees.
"Mr. Whis!" Vegeta's voice was firm and sincere.
"I want to train in the God of Destruction Realm! I want to become stronger! Please—give me this opportunity! I'm willing to pay any price!"
He did not straighten up.
The courtyard fell silent.
Whis's smile faded slightly.
He looked at the Saiyan Prince who had cast aside pride, dignity—everything.
Whis understood.
After witnessing the battle between Loren and Lord Beerus, Vegeta had been shattered.
Unwilling to fall behind.
Desperate for power.
This feeling—
Whis understood it very well.
"Mr. Vegeta, please stand up."
Whis spoke calmly.
Vegeta slowly straightened, eyes still burning.
"Training in the God of Destruction Realm… is not impossible."
Hope exploded in Vegeta's eyes.
"However—" Whis changed tone.
"My training is extremely harsh. And in the God of Destruction Realm, besides training… You may also need to perform certain… chores. For example—
Cleaning Lord Beerus's bedroom. Changing his bedsheets."
A playful smile appeared on Whis's face.
"Even so… Are you willing?"
Whis expected outrage.
Anger.
Refusal.
Instead—
"I am willing!" Vegeta answered instantly.
Without hesitation.
"As long as I can become stronger! Bedsheets don't matter! Even if I have to wash cloaths, I'll do it!"
For power.
For surpassing Goku.
For surpassing Loren.
What was dignity worth?!
Whis looked at Vegeta—eyes unwavering, resolve absolute—
And genuine admiration surfaced.
"…Very well." Whis nodded.
"Since you possess this resolve. I agree. Tomorrow morning… I'll come pick you up."
[Name: Loren]
[Combat Power (Normal State): 10,000,000,000]
[Combat Power (Super Saiyan Blue State): 120,000,000,000,000]
[Godly Realm: Early Seventh Dimension]
[Core Skills: Ultra Instinct (Godly Secret Technique), Forced Spirit Bomb, Dragon Fist, Tenfold Kaioken (No Side Effects), Instant Transmission (Kaioshin Version)… (Some basic skills folded)]
[Passive Godly Skill: God of Destruction Authority Immunity (Completely immune to all forms of destructive energy attacks)]
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