Time flew by. Another year passed, and it was now A.E. 742.
Beerus and Whis were sitting by the lake, soaking instant noodles.
Ding!
The countdown timer beside them rang.
Both of them grabbed their cups of noodles and inhaled the contents in huge slurping gulps.
"Ahh—so good!"
"Good thing we brought enough instant noodles back from Earth. Otherwise, with that little brat obsessively training his dimension for years, we would've starved!"
"As expected of Lord Beerus's foresight."
"But of course."
Beerus downed the last sip of broth, then glanced helplessly at the God of Destruction's palace behind them.
"That kid's cooking is amazing, too. But he's such a training maniac—he barely eats his own food a few times a year."
"True. That little guy really loves training way too much."
Whis also set down his noodle cup and continued, "By the way, Lord Beerus… how long do you think that kid will need to cultivate his dimension to the Divine Level?"
"How long, huh…?"
Beerus stroked his chin, thinking for a moment. "If I remember correctly, when I cultivated my dimension to the Divine Level back in the day… it took me about a hundred thousand years."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Whis rolled his eyes. "You included your sleeping time, didn't you?"
He knew his disciple too well. Give this guy a hundred years of training time, and at least fifty of those years would be spent sleeping.
"Can you not expose me like that?"
Beerus rolled his eyes back at him, then resumed seriously, "Dimension cultivation and power cultivation aren't the same. Even with that kid's terrifying talent, there's no way he can break through to the Divine Level in a short time."
Whis didn't argue.
Just like Beerus said—cultivating one's dimension was far, far more difficult than cultivating one's strength.
In the entire Omni-King Universe, even some ordinary Kaiō with average talent required over a million years just to raise their dimension to the Kaiō tier.
Let alone reaching the Divine Dimension.
"But still…"
Whis glanced back at the God of Destruction's palace. "That little guy is just one step away from breaking into the Divine Level. Who knows when he'll shatter that bottleneck?"
"True."
Beerus lay back on his beach chair again, eyes fixed steadily on the palace.
Ripples flickered within his gaze—thirty percent curiosity, seventy percent anticipation…
Inside the Tower of Dimensions.
"AAAHH—IT HURTS!!"
A child's agonized scream echoed within. It belonged to little Gran.
One year ago, when Beerus kicked him into this place, everything inside was just as Beerus had said—only a massive ancient tower.
The tower wasn't just one hundred floors. It had one hundred and twenty.
According to Beerus, if one reached the 100th floor, they would become a true Divine Being.
So Gran carefully entered the Tower of Dimensions.
He was cautious because the Sumī Realm had left him with a very deep trauma. He was afraid Whis would trick him again.
But when he stepped into the first floor, Gran realized—nothing happened to him.
So he sprinted all the way to the fiftieth floor in one go.
Upon reaching the fiftieth floor, he felt a strange pressure permeating the entire tower.
This power didn't just press against the soul.
It pressed against the mind, the body, the will—A full-spectrum tempering of one's dimensional essence.
Feeling this, Gran finally understood why Whis said only a God of Destruction could use this training method.
Because the pain was simply too horrifying.
If someone like Kibito Kai entered here, the sheer agony would probably make him go insane on the spot.
Understanding how the tower worked, Gran didn't continue upward. He returned to the first floor.
He climbed too fast at the start.
Even though his dimension had already reached the peak Kaiō tier, he didn't want to waste the opportunity to re-temper himself from the base.
So
In the first month, he climbed back up to the tenth floor.
In the second month, he reached the twentieth floor again.
…
One year later, he reached the ninetieth floor.
But the higher he went, the worse the pain became.
"AAAHHH—THIS IS TOO MUCH!!"
Gran was eleven now—still just a little brat.
At the ninetieth floor, even with his level of dimensional cultivation, he found the pain unbearable.
It wasn't physical pain.
It was soul, mind, will—every part of his being screaming at once.
If not for his ironclad determination, he would've collapsed to his knees long ago.
"AAAHHH!!"
"I must become a Divine Being! I must become immortal!"
The higher he went, the harder each step became.
Gran braced himself on his knees, sweat dripping from his forehead like a torrential downpour.
Reaching the Divine Dimension wasn't his final goal.
Even Divine Beings could die.
He needed to reach at least Angel-tier.
Clenching his teeth through the agony, Gran forced another step forward.
Each step caused the tower's mysterious power to temper his dimensional essence once more.
Meanwhile
Deep within his soul, unseen to him, his dormant Dimensional Seed trembled with each step.
One day passed.
He managed to move five small steps.
After resting overnight, he moved five more.
Another year passed—his second year inside the tower.
Finally
He reached the next floor.
"Almost there… nine floors left!"
Gran gritted his teeth and pressed on.
Time flowed rapidly.
In his third year inside, he reached the ninety-second floor.
In his fourth year, he reached the ninety-fifth!
…
And in his eighth year
On the day he turned eighteen
Gran finally reached the one-hundredth floor.
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