"Alright, fine. Becoming a Time Patroller isn't really a bad thing."
Gran recalled the GT timeline and the future timeline.
If he hadn't become a Time Patroller, then as merely a candidate God of Destruction, he wouldn't really have a proper reason to visit those timelines at all.
"But next time, don't trick me again. Got it?" Gran shot her a glare.
"Mhm, mhm!"
Chronoa let out a sigh of relief. Compared to that guy Beerus, this disciple of his was much easier to deal with.
"Then stay here and properly comprehend temporal power."
She prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" Gran frowned.
"Back to the Time Realm."
"And me? You're just leaving me here alone?"
"What else?"
Chronoa looked puzzled.
"I'm not the one trying to comprehend temporal power. Why would I stay here? I'm very busy, you know."
"..."
For once, Gran had no comeback.
"Well then, I'm off. Take your time and comprehend it properly. I'm looking forward to good news from you."
Chronoa turned to leave, then suddenly turned back to remind him:
"Oh, right. If something urgent comes up, don't forget to use your Time Ring."
With that, she didn't look back again and quickly left the turbulent region.
Only Gran remained, standing there in a daze.
After a while—
he let out a helpless smile.
What else could he do? He could only stay here on his own.
Instead of immediately starting his comprehension, Gran wandered around the turbulent region again.
This place was different from the turbulence he had encountered before.
Here, tens of thousands of turbulent streams gathered together, and the temporal-spatial energy within was far more terrifying.
That was probably why Chronoa said this was the best place for him to comprehend temporal power.
After taking a full look around, Gran finally calmed his mind.
"'Something that can only be understood, not explained'… Is temporal power really that mysterious?"
Gran sat cross-legged at the center of the vortex.
The surrounding temporal energy continuously enveloped his body.
Visually, this energy appeared as silver-white streams.
As strands of light brushed across him, Gran felt as if time itself was flowing—and at the same time, as if he were passing through layers of space and dimensions.
It was a strange sensation—
one that truly couldn't be put into words.
His mind grew clear.
His body gradually relaxed.
And once again, he entered that mysterious state of comprehension.
One month passed.
Gran gained nothing.
Two months passed—
still nothing.
Half a year passed...
and finally, he began to grasp a faint thread of understanding.
...
While Gran immersed himself in comprehending temporal power, more than half a year passed without him noticing.
It was now the latter half of Age 760.
According to Whis' earlier estimation, Vegeta and the others would invade Earth in about a year and a half—
which meant around mid–Age 761.
At this time...
West City, Earth.
Bulma and Dr. Briefs were inside a laboratory, working on something.
More than half a year ago, Gran had told Bulma that if they wanted to deal with Vegeta's impending invasion, the best option was to build a gravity chamber for Goku.
But right now…
The father and daughter stood before a massive machine shaped like an octopus.
From its appearance, it clearly wasn't a gravity chamber.
"What are they even making?" Outside in the yard, Beerus lay on a lounge chair, glancing toward the lab.
"Gran asked Bulma to build a gravity chamber for Goku. She's probably still working on that," Whis said, lounging beside him while sipping a drink with clear enjoyment.
"Bullshit!"
Beerus snorted.
"That girl already finished the gravity chamber ages ago. She only got busy again after hearing you say Gran got sucked into a space-time rift."
Whis shook his head.
"Then I really don't know what she's trying to do."
The two of them lay beneath the shade of a parasol, gazing up at the sky.
The courtyard fell quiet again.
From time to time, Whis took another sip of his drink, clearly savoring the moment.
Seeing this, Beerus curled his lip.
"Why aren't you even a little worried about Gran?"
"My father said he was taken away by Chronoa. What's there to worry about?"
"..."
Beerus had no response.
After a moment of thought, he said:
"Gran's been gone for so long… do you think Chronoa recruited him as a Time Patroller?"
To be fair—
Beerus knew Chronoa well.
And this time, he guessed correctly.
"Who knows?" Whis replied casually.
Then he teased:
"Instead of worrying about Gran, Beerus-sama, you might want to spend some time training. After all, Gran's raw power has already surpassed yours."
"I'm not doing that. I'm not some training maniac like Gran."
Then Beerus added seriously:
"Besides, with his current strength, he might not even be able to beat me yet."
"That's true."
Whis smiled.
If Beerus were still only at the peak of the seventh stage, he absolutely wouldn't stand a chance against Gran.
Gran already possessed power at the Angel level—he could overwhelm with sheer force.
But—
half a year ago, Beerus had also broken through to a half-step into the Angel Realm.
Combined with over two hundred million years of martial accumulation…
It wasn't certain that Gran could defeat him.
However.
If Gran becomes a Time Patroller and comprehends temporal power… then Beerus-sama…
Whis mused silently, then shook his head.
"By the way, Whis—who inherited the God of Destruction position in Universe 4?"
"A gray-skinned mouse. I think his name is Bexi."
"Another mouse? What's with Universe 4 and all these mice?!"
"Who knows?"
"And Broly? What level do you think he's reached in the Dimensional Tower?"
"As for him… after using the Super Dragon Balls, he can now maintain his sanity even in his berserk state. But it's only been half a year. I doubt his dimensional level has reached even Earth's Guardian yet…"
The two continued chatting idly.
Meanwhile, inside the laboratory.
Bulma and Dr. Briefs were completing the final assembly of the octopus-like machine.
"According to Whis, traveling through time is a grave crime…"
Bulma muttered to herself.
"But Gran-sama has already been sucked into a space-time rift. At this point, why should I care about whether it's a crime or not?!"
From Whis, Bulma had only learned that Gran had been pulled into a temporal rift—
she had no idea that he had already been taken away by Chronoa.
So in her mind—
Gran was still trapped inside that rift.
END OF CHAPTER
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