"Really?"
Merus's eyes lit up.
"..."
Why do you look like you're about to break the neutrality rule on the spot just so I can revive you?!
Gran was utterly speechless.
"Hahaha! You'd better remember what you said!"
Merus was genuinely happy today—happier than he had been in a long time.
In truth, his father could have granted that wish for him.
But his father would never agree to him doing such a thing.
"Alright. I won't forget," Gran said with a light chuckle.
Though whether the Grand Priest and Whis would beat him up later to vent their anger… that was another matter.
Still, in the manga, it was ultimately the Grand Priest who revived Merus—and even allowed him to return as an ordinary Galactic Patrolman.
The two continued walking forward.
This was a cylindrical prison. On the right side, rows of cells lined the corridor.
Gran glanced over the cosmic criminals imprisoned within. Their powers had all been sealed, and each wore high-tech restraints—devices designed specifically to prevent escape.
"Oh, right," Merus said suddenly. "Earlier, Paragus asked me to teach him some kind of Super Saiyan transformation. What exactly is that?"
Now that he had Gran's promise, Merus was in unprecedentedly good spirits.
"Oh?" Gran raised an eyebrow. "That guy asked you to teach him?"
"Yes. He said it's a legendary transformation passed down among the Saiyans."
Merus rubbed his temples, his face full of exasperation.
"But I honestly have no idea what that is."
"It's this."
As he spoke, Gran's hair instantly turned golden.
A terrifying surge of power erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire Galactic Prison.
The Galactic Prison began to tremble.
The sudden disturbance threw the prison into chaos
"What's going on? Why is the prison shaking all of a sudden?!"
"I can't sense any ki—just who is this powerful being that's descended upon the Galactic Prison?!"
"No—there's also some kind of indescribable pressure!"
"I know what this is! A god—there's a god here!!"
The number of criminals imprisoned here was beyond counting, and some of them had even encountered beings of divinity before.
Watching the commotion Gran caused, Merus was utterly at a loss.
"Alright, that's enough. Restrain your power."
"Hahaha, sorry. I couldn't help myself for a moment," Gran said with a sheepish laugh.
He drew the power back into his body.
His hair, however, remained golden—like a fully mastered Super Saiyan state.
"Violent power output. Emotional instability. Heavy strain on the body…"
Merus calmly listed everything he observed.
In his assessment, aside from being somewhat stronger than Gran's normal state, it was practically useless.
"..."
Gran's mouth twitched. He'd known Merus would say exactly that.
"However…"
Merus shook his head. "This form doesn't suit you—but it's perfect for Paragus and the others."
Different talents. Different levels. Naturally, different paths.
If they were talking about base strength alone, it was almost impossible for an ordinary Saiyan to exceed five hundred million battle power.
But Gran's golden-haired transformation could allow an ordinary Saiyan to reach that level.
"Merus, actually… this transformation of mine can still evolve further," Gran said casually.
He didn't demonstrate the forms beyond Super Saiyan.
Of course, after years of refinement, Gran suspected he could already reach Super Saiyan 3.
But
Compared to Ultra Instinct, Super Saiyan was still inferior.
So aside from showing off, he rarely used it anymore.
"Oh?"
Merus paused, then nodded.
"If that's the case, your transformation really has a lot of potential."
If so, then letting the Saiyans who joined the Galactic Patrol use this form would allow them to grow rapidly in strength.
"Mm. You've probably already figured out the requirements for this transformation, haven't you?" Gran said.
"Anger—and a certain foundation of power."
"As expected of an angel," Gran laughed. "You saw through it at a glance."
Gran had long understood how terrifying angels were, so Merus's insight didn't surprise him at all.
The two walked down the long corridor as Gran continued observing the prisoners in their cells.
Any cosmic criminal locked up here either possessed bizarre abilities or had formidable strength to begin with.
They were only powerless now because that strength had been sealed away.
"So your current assignment is to guard the Galactic Prison every day?" Gran asked.
"Yes. Unless something appears in the universe that ordinary Galactic Patrolmen can't handle, this is where I stay—watching over these guys."
Merus swept his gaze across the prisoners.
"They're actually quite strong. It's just a shame they chose the wrong path."
If these people were released back into the outside world, Universe Seven would be plunged into another wave of bloodshed.
"You uphold justice, so naturally you believe they've taken the wrong path," Gran chuckled.
"But in the eyes of us Gods of Destruction, as long as they don't seriously interfere with the universe's development, they're all acceptable."
The criminals in these cells really were impressive.
Just moments ago, Gran had passed a cell holding a red-skinned alien.
Even with his power suppressed to an extreme degree, Gran could still infer how strong he once was.
One billion battle power.
At this point in time, if such strength were released into the outside world, even Frieza would have no choice but to bow his head.
"..."
Merus simply shut his mouth.
Talking to a single-minded God of Destruction was infuriating.
And besides
From Gran's tone, it almost sounded like he wanted to release the prisoners of the Galactic Prison.
But Merus knew Gran wouldn't actually do such a thing.
The Galactic Patrol's capture of cosmic criminals was not only part of the Supreme Kai's macro-level regulation of the universe—it was also an internal self-correction mechanism.
As a God of Destruction, Gran had no reason to interfere.
"Since you said you came here to thank me," Merus said, "you've done that already. Aren't you leaving?"
"What's the rush?" Gran smiled. "Let me take a bit more time to look around. I'll leave after I'm done."
He gave Merus a light push, urging him forward.
He still hadn't seen that guy yet.
He needed to properly observe the Galactic Prison.
However
As they went deeper, Gran's expression grew increasingly grave.
It could only be said that Universe Seven wasn't lacking in powerful beings—
They were simply imprisoned, sealed away, hidden, or slumbering…
Along the path they'd just taken, Gran had even seen a powerhouse who once possessed first-stage divine-realm strength locked behind bars.
Until
At the very end of this level's cells, Gran saw a hunched, goat-like figure sitting inside.
Moro