"It's not that his aura is strange…"
Trunks lowered his voice.
"It's that he has no aura at all."
At that moment, Goku placed a hand on Trunks' shoulder.
"You're mistaken again, Trunks. It's not that he has no aura—we simply can't sense it."
Vegeta crossed his arms again, his expression grave.
"That's right. We've encountered this situation before. Trunks, Pan—think carefully."
"We've… seen this before?"
Trunks and Pan exchanged a glance, and suddenly realization dawned on them.
"Dad… are you saying he's a god?" Trunks blurted out.
Aside from androids, the only beings they had encountered with this trait were gods.
Pan stared toward the entrance of the Archive Vault, covering her mouth in shock.
"Grandpa Vegeta said that Saiyan was from the same era as him… and he actually became a god? How is that even possible?!"
Silence fell over the area.
Every face was filled with disbelief.
"…As much as I hate to admit it, he really is a god," Vegeta finally broke the silence.
"And it might just be my intuition, but judging from his movements… his martial arts realm is terrifying. It feels like he's reached the state of returning to simplicity."
"No—you're not wrong."
Goku spoke with certainty.
"Every single one of his movements carries the essence of martial arts. That's the realm I've been chasing all this time… I never thought I'd encounter someone like that here in the Time Realm."
Pan had still harbored some doubt toward Vegeta's words, but hearing Goku confirm it erased all hesitation.
Her grandfather had the highest martial arts attainment among them—there was no way he could be mistaken.
"My god…"
Trunks swallowed hard, completely convinced.
"There's actually someone stronger than Uncle Goku in this world?!"
"Tch!"
Vegeta clicked his tongue, irritation flashing across his face.
"It's one thing for Kakarot to surpass me… but now even a subordinate I abandoned back then has surpassed me?!"
Goku, however, stood still, loosening his fists with excitement.
"No way… that last mission was way too easy. Now that I've met someone like him, I've got to spar with him properly!"
"..."
Pan was utterly speechless.
There he goes again… Grandpa's battle-crazy side.
"If you two have things to do, go ahead and leave," Vegeta waved his hand at Trunks and Pan.
"I'll stay here and wait for him. I want to ask what exactly he's gone through all these years."
Leave?
After finally encountering such a mysterious powerhouse, how could they just walk away?
They wanted answers too.
And so—
The four from the GT timeline simply squatted near the entrance of the Archive Vault, waiting for Gran to come out.
Inside the Archive Vault
Gran had no idea what was happening outside.
His full attention was already drawn to the interior of the Archive Vault.
Although it resembled a library from the outside, there wasn't a single book inside.
Instead, it was… empty.
Aside from some incomprehensible patterns etched into the walls, there was nothing else.
Wasn't this supposed to store the Scrolls of Time? Where are they?
"Looks like the Time King isn't in the Time Realm," Chronoa suddenly said.
"?"
Gran snapped back to attention.
"What do you mean?"
"When the Time King is here, they usually stay inside the Archive Vault. Since we don't see them now… it means they're not in the Time Realm."
"I see."
Gran had originally hoped to meet the ruler of the Time Realm and see what kind of being the Time King was.
But with them absent, that goal would have to wait.
"So… where's the ring you mentioned?" Gran turned to Chronoa.
"Wait here."
Chronoa walked toward a wall.
As she approached, a silver light emerged from her hand. She gently pressed her fingers against the surface.
Buzz.
A slit suddenly opened in the wall, revealing a pocket dimension filled with numerous silver boxes.
Chronoa reached inside and took one out.
"Here."
Gran stepped forward, accepted the box, and opened it.
Inside lay a silver ring.
This ring was clearly different from the Supreme Kais' Time Rings.
Those had simple, interlocking circular patterns.
But this one—
It bore two looping arrows forming a circle—the emblem of the Time Patrol.
Gran slipped the ring onto his finger.
In an instant, a flood of information surged into his mind.
Instructions on how to use the ring.
Rules and prohibitions.
A map of spacetime itself.
After processing the information, Gran quickly grasped its functionality.
By channeling his thoughts into the ring, he could travel freely across timelines.
He could even return to the past.
However...
Altering the past and causing a major disturbance would create a new parallel timeline—just like Future Trunks' world.
Ordinary Time Patrollers were forbidden from returning to the past unless authorized by the Supreme Kai of Time.
Chronoa spoke again:
"You should already understand how to use it, as well as the restrictions. This isn't just your tool for traversing spacetime—it's also how I'll contact you."
"It's extremely important to Time Patrollers, so make sure you keep it safe."
"Don't worry," Gran raised his hand slightly, glancing at the ring.
"I'm not losing this."
Then he asked:
"So… does this mean I'm officially a Time Patroller now?"
"That's right."
"Good."
Now that he understood how to use the Time Ring, Gran prepared to activate it and return to his original timeline.
"Wait!"
Chronoa hurriedly stopped him.
END OF CHAPTER
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