As for why he wanted to recall the other Saiyans, it was natural to raise Universe 7's Mortal Level!
After all, as a candidate for Universe 7's God of Destruction, where would he hide his face if his universe's ranking remained at the bottom of the barrel?
"Recall all the Saiyans?" Paragus asked, visibly stunned.
"That's right. You will gather the remaining Saiyans and lead them. Furthermore, I want you all to join the Galactic Patrol!"
Gran's motive for having the Saiyans join the Galactic Patrol was obvious: Merus. While Merus served as a regular elite at the Galactic Patrol Headquarters, he was a bona fide Angel and Whis's younger brother.
The mysterious attendant Popo was nurturing Son Goku on Earth, while Whis was training both Gran and Beerus. As the third Angel available in Universe 7, it would be a massive waste not to utilize Merus.
If the remaining Saiyans became Galactic Patrolmen, they would naturally become Merus's teammates. As their comrade, there was no way Merus would simply stand by and watch his teammates struggle while they were so weak. Given the inherent potential of the Saiyan race, Merus would have every reason to guide them.
With Merus's help, the Saiyans' strength would skyrocket. This growth alone would boost Universe 7's Mortal Level. Furthermore, the Galactic Patrol shared responsibility for managing the universe with the Supreme Kai. Under the dual management of the Saiyans and the Supreme Kai, Universe 7's Mortal Level was bound to explode eventually.
"Join the Galactic Patrol?" Paragus's eyes widened. He had certainly heard of the organization. Back in the day, the Saiyans had been on the Galactic Patrol's most-wanted list, but they had considered the Patrolmen so pathetic that they never took them seriously.
Seemingly reading Paragus's mind, Gran remarked, "It's precisely because they are weak that I want you to join them."
"But in the eyes of the Galactic Patrol, we Saiyans are considered an evil race..."
"It doesn't matter. Just tell them it's an order from a candidate God of Destruction. Their higher-ups know who I am."
Paragus felt a wave of unease. He never imagined that the Saiyans, once feared as a demonic warrior race, would one day become "peacekeepers."
"I shall follow your command, Lord Gran!" Paragus bowed deeply before looking up. "However, without Broly, it will be difficult for me to subjugate and bring back all the clansmen scattered across the stars."
"Your strength, you mean?" Gran looked Paragus over.
The man's energy was sluggish and weak, clearly a result of the harsh conditions on Planet Vampa. His power level sat at roughly 5,000—hardly enough to force the wandering Saiyans into submission.
"In that case, let me give you a little boost." Gran suddenly flashed a mischievous grin.
Paragus's heart skipped a beat; he suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Keep this bean in your mouth."
For the sake of Universe 7's future, Gran didn't mind wasting a few Senzu beans. He pulled five beans from his belt and tossed one to Paragus. Though confused, Paragus obeyed.
"Chew it up, but don't swallow yet. When you feel like you're about to die, then swallow it."
"Understood." Paragus nodded instinctively before the weight of the words hit him. He turned pale. "Die? Lord Gran, are you going to kill me?"
"Stop talking. Here it comes!"
Gran extended a finger. A thin beam of light streaked through the air, piercing Paragus directly through the heart.
"Gah!!" Paragus clutched his chest and collapsed, feeling his life force draining rapidly. Just as he hovered on the brink of death, he forced himself to swallow the crushed Senzu bean.
BOOM!
A powerful aura erupted from Paragus's body, his power level surging to 15,000.
"My... my power!" Paragus stood up and stared at his hands. It had increased just like that? "Lord Gran, how did you do this? I feel so strong..."
Before he could finish, another bean was flicked into his mouth.
"Don't waste time. I'm giving you five chances; let's see how far you can go."
The next few minutes were filled with agonizing screams as Paragus was repeatedly brought to the brink of death every few seconds. However, his power only spiked four times. By the fifth recovery, the effect had plateaued.
"Is that all?" Gran clicked his tongue.
By his estimation, Paragus's power was now around 180,000. Considering he had recovered from the edge of death four times, this gain was quite meager compared to someone like Vegeta nine years ago.
"Is this really my power? It's incredible!" Paragus felt more powerful than he ever thought possible. He suppressed his grin and bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your grace, Lord Gran. From this day forward, I am entirely at your disposal!"
If his previous submission was rooted in fear, his loyalty now was born of genuine awe for Gran's methods and charisma. He couldn't help but compare: while King Vegeta couldn't even tolerate Broly's existence, Gran was giving them power and taking Broly under his wing. King Vegeta was nothing compared to this man.
"You're still weak; I don't know what you're so excited about," Gran teased.
Paragus's lip twitched. To him, this power felt godlike.
"Alright, my business here is done. I'll send you on your way," Gran said flatly.
Leaving? Paragus looked at the desolate, yellow landscape of Vampa. His eyes grew misty. He was finally leaving this hellhole.
"Don't just stand there. Put your hand on my shoulder."
"Ah? Right!" Paragus complied, though he had no idea why.
"Let's go!"
With one hand holding little Broly and the other index finger pressed to his forehead, Gran focused. With a sharp zip, the three of them vanished.
They reappeared instantly on a bustling, prosperous planet in the North Galaxy.
"Heavens... Lord Gran, you can travel across the stars without a spaceship?!"
"Paragus, do you remember your orders?"
"Yes. I will gather our kin and lead them into the Galactic Patrol."
"Good. With your current strength, almost no one among the scattered Saiyans will be a match for you."
"Understood!"
"I will be training Broly from now on. Once his rage issues are dealt with, you will see each other again."
"Thank you, Lord Gran!"
"Actually... without Broly around, if you ran into Vegeta, you'd probably get killed instantly. Fine, I'll give you one more thing. Take these."
"Lord Gran, what are these three fruits?"
"These are Spirit Fruits, the food of the gods. How much power you gain from them depends on your own luck."
Without another word, Gran grabbed Broly and vanished again. Paragus was left standing alone, staring at the three crimson fruits in his palm.
"Fruit of the gods?" He popped one into his mouth.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura exploded. His power level shot from 180,000 straight to 1,000,000!
"How is this possible?!"
The Spirit Fruit was actually a common fruit consumed by deities, famously known for its appearance in the movies. In those stories, Turles had used a single fruit to overwhelm a Goku using a ten-fold Kaio-ken. While the effects seemed exaggerated, that was only true for mortals. To a god, the fruit was little more than a snack. They were everywhere in the realms of the Gods of Destruction and the Supreme Kais; Gran had eaten plenty of them before he even reached godhood.
The power boost was limited and varied by the individual, usually capping at around a million. The second fruit's effectiveness would be significantly diminished, and a third would do almost nothing.
Back at the Sacred World of the Kai, under a massive tree, Gran reappeared with the child. He scanned the area. Shin was observing the universe, while the Old Kai was meditating. Beerus and Whis were lounging on beach chairs by the lake. Beerus was grumbling loudly.
"I was just about to teach him the rules of Destruction, and he runs off again. What even is a 'God of War'? So childish. Just wait until he gets back; I'm going to give him a piece of my mind..."
Gran was speechless. Hearing the commotion, Shin looked over and beamed. "Great Ancestor, Gran is back!"
The Old Kai opened one eye. "You said you were going to find some 'God of War.' Well? Where is he?"
Beerus stood up, acting as if he hadn't just been complaining, and walked over. He looked at the child in Gran's hand. "Don't tell me this brat is the 'God of War' you were talking about."
"Lord Beerus, I think I heard you badmouthing me just now," Gran said with a cold smile. "I take it you don't want to eat my cooking anymore?"
Beerus froze. Whis and the others stifled their laughter.
"What are you laughing at?!" Beerus barked at the group before turning back to Gran. "I wasn't wrong. Do you think ten years is a long time?"
Beerus had planned to train Gran in the ways of Destruction. But the power of Hakai wasn't something easily mastered. Without exceptional talent, one could spend a lifetime and never even grasp the concept, let alone use it. While Beerus was confident Gran could learn it within a decade, Gran also had to undergo potential unlocking with the Old Kai. Time was a luxury they didn't have.
Seeing Beerus getting serious, Gran shrugged. "I wasn't playing around. I was doing important business."
Bringing Broly back was about securing a spot for the future Tournament of Power. Setting the Saiyans up in the Galactic Patrol was about raising the Mortal Level. It was all essential.
"And this little brat is your 'important business'?" Beerus asked skeptically.
"Exactly." Gran set little Broly down on the grass.
The group gathered around the boy. Shin scratched his head, confused. However, the Old Kai, Beerus, and Whis narrowed their eyes. The air grew heavy with a sudden, oppressive silence.
"So, what do you think of him?" Gran asked cheerfully.
"He's very strange," Whis remarked, frowning. "Among the Saiyans I've met—excluding Kakarot—most have a very violent energy. Even you, Gran, were the same before you trained your mind. But... even when a Saiyan turns into a Super Saiyan, their energy remains within a certain 'manageable' range. This child, however..."
Broly had only lost control once on Vampa, but the residual energy clinging to him was incredibly feral. Whis saw through it instantly. "He is fundamentally different from any Saiyan I've seen. His energy isn't something a normal body should be able to contain."
"True," the Old Kai added. "With energy that chaotic, it should be impossible for him to maintain any shred of sanity."
Beerus looked at Gran. "So you went all that way for this little monster?"
"Little monster? That's fitting." Gran laughed. "You've been staring at him this long... doesn't his constitution feel familiar?"
"Familiar?" Beerus and the Old Kai exchanged confused glances. Whis, however, looked thoughtful. He had never seen Broly before, but as Gran pointed out, there was something hauntingly familiar about the boy's nature—something he had heard of long ago.
"Still can't place it? Let me give you a hint," Gran said with a smirk. "Otis."
Boom!
The name hit the deities like a lightning bolt. Shock washed over their faces.
According to the stories Whis's father, the Grand Minister, had told, Otis was the very first Saiyan. He possessed a form of ultimate, primal rage. In that state, his hair turned a grassy green, and his power could increase "without limit."
In the primordial era, Otis had used that transformation to defeat the God of Destruction of that age before eventually challenging the Omni-King himself. Though he was ultimately defeated, the legend of Otis had echoed through eternity.
"Are you... are you saying this child has the same constitution as your ancestor?" Beerus stammered, swallowing hard.
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