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Cognac froze for a moment. What was this guy planning to do?
"That candidate Beerus found said he wouldn't let me off!" Quitela gritted his teeth, feeling utterly stifled.
He, a dignified God of Destruction, had actually been threatened by a mere candidate God of Destruction.
If word of this got out, it would be a complete joke!
But the problem was—
He had no solution.
After being punished by the Omni-King ten years ago, his strength had declined drastically. If he were to face that monster who had already touched Angel-level martial arts, he couldn't even guarantee victory anymore.
And if that man were given more time to grow…
Then he would definitely die!
So..
"Let's go to Universe Six and Universe Seven and find the Super Dragon Balls. Only then can I restore myself to my peak state—and only then can I kill that monster!"
Cognac had mentioned the Super Dragon Balls to him once before. Quitela had never forgotten it.
"Lord Quitela, have you lost your mind?"
Cognac's eyes widened. "Even if the Super Shenron can restore your injuries, do you really think Lord Champa and Lord Beerus would agree to lend them to us?!"
"Who said anything about borrowing them?" Quitela sneered. "We'll just steal them."
He narrowed his eyes and continued:
"Based on what I know about Beerus, he must have spent the last ten years preparing for that candidate God of Destruction battle. Once he returns, he'll definitely fall into a deep sleep."
"And what about Lord Champa? Don't forget—the Super Dragon Balls aren't exclusive to Universe Seven. Universe Six has them too."
"Champa? That fat pig?" A sharp glint flashed across Quitela's eyes.
"If I'm not mistaken, his assassin candidate's lifespan has been drastically shortened because he trained in the Time Chamber."
"If Champa doesn't want that assassin to die of old age, he'll definitely take him into the Dimensional Tower for training!"
"One asleep… the other occupied in the Dimensional Tower… That works perfectly."
The more Quitela spoke, the more excited he became. He could already picture it—
Gathering the Super Dragon Balls…
Making the wish…
Restoring himself to his peak condition!
Cognac was stunned.
When he thought about it carefully… Quitela's analysis was actually very close to the truth.
"Lord Quitela… why not just let go of revenge?" Cognac suddenly sighed.
After all these years working together, it wasn't like he felt nothing. He couldn't help but try to persuade him.
After all…
Gran was a genius personally acknowledged by his father and the Grand Priest.
From the very beginning, Quitela's revenge had no chance of succeeding.
"Let it go?"
Quitela let out a bitter laugh.
"I wish I could. But the moment I sent Orma to ambush Gran, we became enemies to the death."
"If I don't kill him… then the one who dies will be me."
"So… let's go. We'll head to Universe Six first."
"…Alright."
Cognac sighed one last time. He knew he could no longer stop him.
In that case…
He would simply see him off at the very end.
The two of them walked out of the God of Destruction Palace.
The four candidate Gods of Destruction—the red cube man, the gray mouse, the blue slime, and the metallic figure—were still standing guard outside.
As Cognac passed by them, he paused briefly, then shook his head.
Their talent was far too lacking.
It would be difficult for any of them to shoulder the responsibility of a God of Destruction.
Could it be that one of them would inherit the position in the future?
"Cognac, let's go."
"Yes."
Cognac followed, took out the transit cube, and in the next instant, the two vanished from the God of Destruction Realm.
Universe Seven
In stark contrast, Universe Seven was flourishing with vitality.
Gran had no idea that Quitela had already begun his plan to steal the Super Dragon Balls.
At this moment, Gran had brought Bulma and Broly to a certain planet.
Located at the edge of the universe, this planet was nonetheless highly prosperous. Advanced flying vehicles zipped across the skies in every direction.
"Wow, the technology here looks incredibly advanced!"
Bulma exclaimed as she walked down the street, drawing curious glances from passing aliens—as if she were some country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Little did they know…
Bulma herself was a technological genius. To her, these flying machines were nothing more than toys.
"Big Brother Gran, didn't you say we were going to destroy a planet? Has this one met the criteria?" Broly asked.
"What do you know?" Gran shot him an annoyed glance, then called out to Bulma, who was running ahead.
"Gran, what is it?" Bulma turned back.
"The tools I told you to prepare—are they ready?"
"Tools?" Bulma blinked.
Gran's face darkened. "What else could it be? The tools for building the Super Dragon Ball radar!"
"Oh! That—I've had them on me the whole time."
Bulma took out her capsule case and waved it at him.
"Good. Then follow me."
Gran suddenly rose into the air.
Broly immediately followed.
"Gran, where are you going? Wait for me!"
Though confused, Bulma quickly chased after them.
As the three of them ascended into the sky, a figure lurking in the shadows of the planet hurriedly transmitted a message:
"Lord Cooler, I've spotted the Lord Gran you mentioned!"
This planet was located at the border between the East Galaxy and the North Galaxy.
The East Galaxy had once been ruled by Cooler.
However, eight years ago, Cooler had mysteriously vanished.
Some said he had died.
Others claimed he had gone into seclusion to train.
There were many theories—but one fact remained:
Cooler had not appeared in the universe ever since.
In truth…
He had encountered the young Broly back then—and had nearly been beaten to death.
If not for Gran saving him at the last moment, he would have perished.
To wash away that humiliation…
To completely eradicate the Saiyan race…
Cooler had entered seclusion, devoting himself entirely to training.