"Oh hohoho~~"
"I've been working this hard… if I manage to invent some unbelievably delicious dish, Lord Beerus will definitely see me in a new light."
Whis hummed along to the music in his headphones while kneading dough in his hands, occasionally letting out a strange little laugh.
As he continued kneading, suddenly two pairs of feet entered his line of sight.
"Hm?"
Whis narrowed his eyes and looked up.
Two people had appeared before him.
Under normal circumstances, the Realm of Destruction was the dwelling place of the God of Destruction. Outsiders simply could not come here.
Yet today, strangers had arrived.
Gran did not speak immediately.
Instead, he carefully observed the Whis of this timeline.
He still could not see through the other party's strength.
However, judging by that odd laughter earlier, his personality was probably similar to the Whis from Gran's own timeline.
And more importantly—
This was the Realm of Destruction.
Yet after seeing unfamiliar visitors appear here, Whis showed no surprise at all.
"Mr. Whis," Gran asked curiously, "why do you seem completely unsurprised?"
Bulma did not dare speak recklessly.
She cautiously hid behind Gran while peeking at the angel.
"I am surprised," Whis said with narrowed eyes.
"Really? Because I can't see a trace of surprise on your face."
"Not showing surprise does not mean I am not surprised."
Whis set down the dough.
The flour covering his hands vanished in an instant.
He removed his headphones and extended his right hand.
At once, a staff appeared out of thin air.
Grasping it, Whis watched as the crystal orb atop the staff flashed continuously.
"..."
Gran's mouth twitched.
He finally understood why this Whis had failed to notice his arrival.
Among the twelve angels of Zeno's multiverse, each angel possessed a staff.
The staff did not affect their combat strength, but it was the tool used to monitor their universe.
Without it, the information they received would be much slower.
Just now, when Whis summoned the staff, the orb had been flashing nonstop—proof that something serious had happened in Universe Seven.
Since he had not been carrying it, he had no idea what had taken place.
"Earth… Androids… Saiyans… power at the Second Stage of the Divine Realm…"
After reviewing what happened on Earth, Whis finally shifted his gaze to Gran.
He wore attire belonging to the God of Destruction lineage.
And on his hand was a Time Ring.
"Your identity is… quite interesting," Whis said meaningfully.
"Is that so?" Gran smiled. "Then why don't you guess what I am?"
"Do I even need to?"
Whis shook his head.
"With your clothing and that ring, it is obvious you are a God of Destruction from another timeline."
"I simply did not expect a God of Destruction from another timeline to become a Time Patrol officer."
Bulma finally could not hold back any longer.
"Mr. Whis… then you're wrong."
"?"
Whis blinked and shifted his gaze to the Bulma hiding behind Gran.
"..."
Oh no.
This Whis didn't know her.
Had she just rudely interrupted an angel?
Was she going to be killed?
Bulma trembled on the spot.
"How am I wrong?" Whis asked calmly. "Go on, tell me."
Bulma froze completely, too scared to speak.
Now you know fear?
Gran's forehead filled with black lines.
He grabbed Bulma by the arm and pulled her forward.
"He asked you a question."
"Ah?!"
Bulma snapped back to reality and hurriedly said:
"Mr. Whis, you guessed wrong. Gran is not a God of Destruction."
Hearing this, Whis looked Gran over once more.
This man's dimensional level had already reached the peak tier of divine beings.
He had never expected there to be someone whose God of Destruction-level dimension rivaled Beerus.
And then there was his instinctive movement—
Approximately at the Fourth Stage.
That too was martial mastery at the God of Destruction level.
"That cannot be wrong."
Whis shook his head.
"If he is not a God of Destruction, how could he possess martial skill of this caliber?"
"And why would he wear such clothing?"
Seeing that this Whis seemed easy to talk to, Bulma's courage returned.
She giggled mischievously.
"Then let me tell you."
"Gran-sama is only a candidate God of Destruction."
The Realm of Destruction was silent.
Bulma's words echoed clearly into Whis's ears.
He froze on the spot.
Gran's lips curled upward.
Teasing the Whis of another timeline was unexpectedly amusing.
Bulma covered her mouth and laughed.
She too found it hilarious.
"What… did you just say?"
Whis swallowed hard and even dug at one ear.
Bulma coughed lightly, still grinning.
"Mr. Whis, I'm not lying."
"Gran truly is only a candidate God of Destruction."
"Impossible!!"
Whis shook his head violently.
"How could a mere candidate possess martial mastery at this level?"
He looked at Gran again.
"And there is an ethereal purity surrounding you… clearly your mental state has reached the second level—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
"No… wait!!!"
Whis staggered back two steps in shock.
His eyes never left Gran.
"Y-you… your state of mind has touched the angelic level!!!"
Boom!
The moment those words left his mouth, a storm rose within Whis's heart.
To touch the angelic level of mind meant one thing—
The preliminary mastery of angel-tier Ultra Instinct.
That was Ultra Instinct of the angels.
There were Gods of Destruction who knew Ultra Instinct.
But only one truly counted.
Beerus.
Even then, Beerus's Ultra Instinct was imperfect.
But this man before him—
No.
That mortal woman had said he was not a God of Destruction.
Only a candidate.
This was utterly absurd.
"Impossible…"
Whis kept shaking his head.
"Though I cannot determine the full extent of your power, based only on the martial way I can perceive…"
"Even Lord Beerus may not be able to defeat you with certainty."
"How could someone of this level be merely a candidate God of Destruction?"
Gran and Bulma exchanged a glance.
Then neither could hold it in any longer.
Both clutched their stomachs and burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at?"
Whis was not angry.
Only confused.
"Mr. Whis," Bulma said between laughs, "I can absolutely guarantee that Gran truly is only a candidate God of Destruction."
"Now then…"
"Why don't you guess which universe he is the candidate for?"
Whis fell silent.
Or rather, he was too shocked to speak.
He took a deep breath and looked again at the Time Ring on Gran's hand.
A true God of Destruction could never become a Time Patrol officer.
But a candidate God of Destruction—
That would not violate Grand Zeno's rules.
So it was true.
This man really was a candidate God of Destruction from another timeline.
"You're being far too deliberate," Whis said, suppressing the storm in his heart.
"I am not foolish."
He looked directly at Gran and spoke calmly:
"So…"
"You are the candidate God of Destruction of Universe Seven from another timeline."
END OF CHAPTER
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