Gran also took a moment to observe the Saiyans around him.
Based on their energy signatures, most of them possessed battle powers exceeding one million. Some of the stronger ones even reached tens of millions.
From what he could sense, Planet Sadala had roughly three hundred thousand Saiyans. Factoring in those currently away on missions, the total population likely approached four hundred thousand.
Meanwhile, Universe Seven had only a little over a hundred Saiyans left.
The gap was simply enormous.
Of course...
The reason Universe Seven's Saiyan population had become so small was largely due to the civil wars of the past and the destruction of Planet Vegeta.
The Saiyans of Universe Seven had undoubtedly declined.
But who could say what the future held?
"A little over a hundred survivors as seeds for the future... that's enough."
Gran muttered to himself before continuing forward.
Soon, he arrived at a spacecraft docking area.
Standing nearby, he observed the ships lined up there. They were likely the vehicles used by Universe Six's Saiyans when carrying out missions across the cosmos.
"Excuse me, sir. You're not a Saiyan, so you're not allowed in this area."
A female Saiyan suddenly approached him.
Speaking politely, she added,
"If you're here seeking assistance, I can take you to the registration area on the other side."
Her voice was gentle and soft.
It was hard to imagine such a voice coming from a Saiyan.
But this was Universe Six.
Many things here were the complete opposite of Universe Seven.
Gran glanced at the woman.
She wore a black bodysuit that accentuated her curvy figure. She looked young and beautiful, carrying the warm charm of a girl-next-door.
However...
Her hairstyle was unmistakably Saiyan.
A spiky, hedgehog-like mess of hair.
"Seeking assistance?"
Gran teased with a smile.
"And what kind of assistance can your people provide?"
He knew the Saiyans of Universe Six were kind-hearted and deeply committed to justice.
Their role in the universe was remarkably similar to that of the Galactic Patrol.
In other words...
The Saiyans here were the Galactic Patrol.
As for Gran, the reason he had come was to use the Saiyans' influence to spread news of the Martial Arts Tournament throughout Universe Six.
"Sir, you'll need to tell us your problem first before we can determine how to help."
The female Saiyan, Irene, sounded noticeably colder now.
Planet Sadala frequently received visitors from across the universe seeking aid.
Normally, people immediately explained their troubles upon meeting a Saiyan.
But this man...
He was incredibly strange.
"All right."
Gran could tell what Irene was thinking.
She had probably mistaken him for some suspicious individual.
"I know two Saiyans named Roz and Jim. Could you help me call Jim over?"
The Roz and Jim Gran mentioned were both former Universe Six Candidate Gods of Destruction.
Although Jim had already been stripped of that title by Champa.
Gran remembered him because during a previous visit to Universe Six, he had encountered a powerful monster, and Jim had happened to be there hunting it as well.
"Huh?"
Irene's eyes widened.
"Lord Roz and Lord Jim are Candidate Gods of Destruction. You actually know them?"
"Yes."
"..."
Irene fell silent.
Ordinary people had no chance of meeting those two.
Yet this mysterious man not only knew them, but spoke of them casually.
Could he also be a Candidate God of Destruction?
"Please follow me."
Unable to sense even the slightest trace of energy from Gran, Irene knew he wasn't ordinary.
Rather than making wild guesses, she decided it would be best to bring him to Lord Jim and learn the truth.
"Thank you."
So Irene led Gran down another road.
After walking for some distance, the scenery changed.
The wooden houses disappeared, replaced by towering skyscrapers.
Advanced technology became increasingly visible throughout the city.
"Lord Jim is training over at the training grounds—"
Irene pointed ahead.
But before she could finish—
A woman's voice suddenly rang out from the side.
"Well, if it isn't Irene."
"Coming to the training grounds again? Don't tell me you're still refusing to give up."
The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm.
Gran blinked and turned his head.
Another female Saiyan was approaching.
Her name was Bella.
She also wore a tight combat suit, but compared to Irene's fresh and charming appearance, Bella looked rather ordinary.
"Why is she mocking you?"
Gran pointed toward Bella.
Just as Irene was about to explain—
"A man?"
Bella looked Gran up and down before sneering.
"I can't sense a single bit of energy from him."
"Irene, when did your taste become so awful?"
"You actually fell for a piece of trash like this?"
Gran: "..."
He never would have imagined that one day someone would call him trash.
"Shut up!"
Irene snapped coldly.
"He's Lord Jim's guest!"
"Lord Jim's guest?"
Bella burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! You're killing me!"
"He doesn't have any energy at all. How could garbage like him possibly be Lord Jim's guest?"
"You!"
Seeing that the two sisters were about to continue arguing, Gran casually raised a hand toward Bella.
"?"
Both Irene and Bella froze.
Especially Bella.
From her perspective, Gran's gesture clearly looked like he was preparing to attack.
A piece of trash with no energy signature wanted to attack her?
How laughably pathetic.
"You're the first person who's ever dared call me trash."
Gran narrowed his eyes.
In the next instant, divine pressure spread from him and engulfed the entirety of Planet Sadala.
Under that overwhelming pressure, every inhabitant of the planet collapsed to the ground.
Everyone trembled uncontrollably, unable to understand what was happening.
Meanwhile, at the training grounds ahead.
Jim had once trained within the God of Destruction Realm.
He immediately recognized the nature of that pressure.
A god had arrived.
Lying on the training field, Jim turned toward the source.
The moment he saw the figure standing in the distance...
He inhaled sharply.
"It... it's Lord Gran!"
Back on Irene's side—
She too had been forced to the ground by the pressure.
So her earlier guess had been correct.
This mysterious man was anything but ordinary.
"Destruction."
A violet sphere instantly materialized in Gran's palm.
The moment it appeared, Bella's scalp went numb.
Even her soul seemed to tremble.
"M-My lord, please don't!"
The one who spoke wasn't Bella.
It was Irene.
She hurriedly pleaded,
"She's my older sister! Please don't kill her!"
The moment those words left her mouth, Gran froze.
A second ago the two of you were arguing like mortal enemies.
Now you're telling me she's your sister?
After listening to Irene's explanation, Gran finally understood the history between them.
It turned out that Irene had displayed extraordinary talent from a young age.
As the older sister, Bella had constantly been overshadowed by her younger sibling.
Over time, their relationship had become strained.
Later, however, the former Candidate Gods of Destruction—such as Jim—returned from Champa's side with the method for transforming into a Super Saiyan.
As a result, more and more Super Saiyans began appearing on Planet Sadala.
Even Bella successfully achieved the transformation.
Yet Irene—the genius who had outshined everyone since childhood—remained unable to transform.
As the saying went, fortunes changed.
The tables had turned.
Bella finally found herself standing above her younger sister.
That was why she had mocked Irene earlier.
Gran fell silent.
The entire story sounded like something straight out of a novel.
Still...
He found it rather interesting.
The power of Destruction in his hand dissipated.
Then he looked at Irene with a teasing smile.
"Tell me..."
"Do you want to become a Super Saiyan?"
END OF CHAPTER
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